Five Nights At Markisparklez *DISCONTINUED*

Night Three

Y/n POV

For the rest of the day, we basically just jammed, LIKE A BOSS, ate, and slept. At 11:50, I started to walk to the office. Mark and Jordan were already there, asleep on the chairs. I flicked them both on the forehead.  I had to flick Mark's forehead approximately 87 times for him to wake up. "Huh?" He barely opened his eyes.  "It's almost night three!" Jordan poked him. He sat up. "Well I get cameras." He called dibs.  "You were going to get the cameras, anyways, idiot," I rolled my eyes. "Oh."

"Oh my god..." Jordan muttered.  "What?" I asked him, as I walked to the right door.  "Tonight is the night that Freddy starts to attack us..."  My eyes widened.  "Oh joy."

The night started and I started to get nervous.  I was on the side that Freddy attacks... you know, unless we run out of power. Yay.

The night went pretty smoothly in Freddy's case.  He didn't attack. Until the last hour.  When the clock hit 5:00 he went for us.  I saw him down the hallway, and FLIPPED OUT.  I closed the door immediately.

"I am not a fan of this..." I said, "And we all know that he's after me."

"Well, I don't know, he seemed pretty mad at me," Mark shrugged, "Oh and Foxy's coming." Jordan closed the door.  "Definitely not a fan of this!" I backed into the wall.  

Why did this have to happen, really? Sure I'm great friends with Goldie, Chica, Foxy, and Bonnie, but they do kind of try to kill us at night! Ugh.