(NIGHT 2)
*Michael sat in the security booth, staring at the monitors. The pizzeria was quiet, save for the faint sound of Bonnie playing his guitar in the main room. With a sigh, Michael looked up at the clock. It read 2 AM.* *He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his tired eyes. He had spent almost the entire first night in the booth, watching the other cameras and trying to keep track of the animatronics. He felt exhausted, but he knew he had to stay vigilant. Who knew what would happen tonight.*
*He took a sip of his coffee, which had gone cold hours ago. He grimaced at the taste, but forced himself to finish it. He couldn't afford to be sleepy on the job. Just then, he heard a thump from the left hall. He sat up straight, looking at the monitor.*
*The camera showed the corner of the hallway, but there was no sign of any animatronic. Michael squinted at the screen, hoping to catch a glimpse of movement. After a few seconds, he saw it. The shadow of an animatronic moving swiftly down the hall.*
*He quickly switched to the other camera, the one that pointed down the left hall. It was darker on this camera, but he could make out the shape of Bonnie making his way down the hall, his guitar still clutched in his hands.*
*Michael watched as the animatronic continued down the hall, his movements smooth and fluid. Bonnie rarely ever strayed too far from the main room, so seeing him wandering down the hall made Michael uneasy. He switched cameras again, trying to keep track of Bonnie's every move.*
*He followed Bonnie down the hall, watching as the animatronic passed by camera after camera. Michael's anxiety started to rise as Bonnie continued to move further away from the main room. What was he doing? Where was he going?*
*Finally, Bonnie stopped in front of a camera further down the hall, standing motionless in the dim light. Michael breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Bonnie was finally going to turn around and head back to the main room. But Bonnie just stood there, staring directly into the camera.*
*Michael felt a chill run down his spine as he stared into Bonnie's empty eyes. It was like the animatronic was looking directly at him through the camera. Michael swallowed hard, trying to keep his cool. He forced himself to look away momentarily, trying to calm his racing heart.*
*When he looked back at the camera, Bonnie was gone. Michael felt a rush of panic. Where had he gone? He quickly switched to the other cameras, searching for any sign of the animatronic.*
*He switched through the cameras one by one, but there was no sign of Bonnie anywhere. Michael felt a growing sense of dread in his chest. Had Bonnie just disappeared? How was that possible?*
*He frantically switched through the cameras, his heart pounding in his chest. Finally, he saw Bonnie again, standing in the corner of a camera at the end of the hall. But he wasn't moving. He just stood there, motionless, staring straight at the camera.*
*Michael stared at the screen, feeling a mix of fear and confusion. Why was Bonnie just standing there, not moving? Was he malfunctioning? Or was something more sinister going on?*
*He continued to watch the animatronic, his heart rate increasing as the seconds ticked by. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Bonnie began to move again. He slowly turned and started walking down the hall once again.*
*Michael followed his movements, switching cameras as Bonnie continued to move. For a few minutes, everything was normal. But then, Bonnie did something he had never done before.* *He turned into the supply closet, disappearing from view. Michael's heart leapt into his throat. The supplycloset was off limits to the animatronics. So why was Bonnie going in there?* *Michael watched the camera, waiting for Bonnie to come out of the closet. But he didn't. Michael began to sweat, his hands shaking slightly. Was Bonnie still in the closet? What was he doing in there?*
