Five Nights At The Mystery Shack (DISCONTINUED)

Night 1

Its was 11:57 pm, only a few minutes before his shifts began. Mike walked over to his office, which consisted of a small room with a door on either end,.lights, cameras, and posters of the animatronics plastered all across the wall. He sat in his chair, awaiting the buzz from his watch that would indicate that his shift had begun. 11:59. Almost time. He grabbed his surveillance system, a small tablet that he guessed would let him see through the cameras. His watch buzzed, and he jumped in surprise. After he had calmed down, he flipped on the tablet, and began to tap buttons. A buzz from the phone that sat in the corner of his desk played a recorded message, but Mike decided to ignore it. He focused his attention back to the tablet. There were cameras almost everywhere except for his office and... some sort of little room? The kitchen didn't count, since it had a camera, it was just simply not working. He checked back to the stage where the three animatronics were: Stanley, Stanford, and Bill. He froze when he noticed Stanley, the one with the con man outfit, had disappeared. Mike frantically checked all the cameras, finally finding him backstage. He let out a breath of relief, but stopped midbreath when he realized that it had moved. He started sweating, and his breathing became shallow. He inhaled deeply, letting his body relax. He shakilt checked back on Stanley, who had not moved again. All the other animatronics hadn't moved from the stage yet. Good. he thought. No more creepy animatronics are coming for me tonight. He checked the clock, which was perched upon the wall. It read 2:56. Great. Three hours and four minutes to go. I can last. He kept checking the cameras and stopped when he noticed that now Stanford, the one in the cloak, had disappeared from the stage and was now residing near the bathrooms. The night went on, and once again, Mike checked the clock, which now read 5:33. He kept looking for any signs of movement, but nothing new. Except for the fact that Stanley was nowhere to be found. He nervously peeked over to the left door, turning on the light as he did so. He jumped back when the missing animatronics was staring at him with cold, dark eyes. He slammed his fist on the red button that caused the door to shut. He remained there, clutching his chest as if his heart was about to burst out at any moment. Once more, he checked the clock. 5:57. Only a few more minutes left. When he looked at his camera, he noticed something in the corner of the screen. It read power remaining. He only had two percent. Crap. He checked the door to make sure that Stanley wasn't there anymore, and he wasn't. He opened the door, doing a double check with the lights. Suddenly, the room plummeted into darkness, a whir sounding from somewhere. He turned his attention to the door he just opened, only to see an eye staring back at him, flickering from the hallway. An eerie tune began to play, one that sent chills up Mike's spine. The eye turned off, so he braced himself for the worst, only to have the clock interrupt the moment of distress. His shift was over. He stood up and stretched, adrenaline still coursing through his body. He walked out of his office, looking forward to finally being able to rest. Something he wasn't looking for, however, we're the next four nights. Good grief.