It's Me

Chapter four

It had darkened.
And it had also been a week since Scott had announced that Mike and Jeremy we're going to be stuck for five nights at the new pizzeria.

And a great start was, the lights were off.
"Don't worry about it. There is absolutely no way any of you are going to get hurt."
Mike rolled his eyes at Scott, who blabbed on over the phone.

"That's what you said last time, and Fritz died." He snapped back.

"That was his own stupid fault, not mine." Scott replied casually. He seemed to have an answer for everything

"Mike?" Jeremy said.

"No," Mike answered, "what Is it?"

"Isn't that Freddy?" Jeremy pointed at one of the cameras.

"Aren't we supposed to keep them out of the rooms?" Mike asked, hanging up on Scott.

"Yeah. But what is he do- didn't Scott say that original Foxy wasn't going to be here? Actually, I thought all the original animatronics got thrown out." Jeremy said.

"They did."

"Then why is the Marionette, Freddy and Foxy doing here?"

"Who's that one, that one and that one?"

The two conversed questions, until they decided to go check it out. Reluctantly, Jeremy followed Mike as he bragged about how 'I've done this thousands of times before," which Jeremy doubted.

"Holy fuck it's terrifying!" Mike yelled, pointing his flashlight at the army of creeps that were sure to haunt his nightmares. There was seven of them, and they looked like demented baby dolls.

"What even are they?" Jeremy asked.

"I'm not hanging about to find out." Mike shouted back.

The seven little babies spoke in unison, "hi. Wanna play, night guards?"

"Fuck this shit I'm out." Mike exclaimed, before running, Jeremy close behind him.

"What did Scott create this time?" He yelled.

"You think I know what that is?" Mike answered sassily.

The two ran into the office, Mike turning the table on its side and blocking the doors, and Jeremy flying back into the spinning chair to check the cameras.

The army of creeps were still there, staring at where they were.

"We're fucked, Jermey." Mike said.

"Yup."