Christine's POV
I had gotten a day of sleep and had researched Freddy's a little bit before I came in. I bounced in and greeted Freddy as he started to wake up. Then I said hi to Bonnie and Chica before going to say hi to Foxy. Foxy and I came back and once again the animatronics went to go do what they normally do. I got out my computer and started to continue my research. Foxy looked at what I was doing curiously. Suddenly, I got a call. I answered my phone after Foxy handed it to me. I listened for a moment. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose.
"No. No. Yes I know." I said.
My fiancee was not very happy about me taking the nightshift at Freddy's.
"Do you remember the stories?! You could get killed." He exclaimed.
"I know." I replied.
Foxy was watching with curiosity.
"I should come with you." Michael said.
"What? No!" I exclaimed.
"It's that or I leave you because you were stupid enough to take that horrible job!" Michael yelled.
"You can't do that!" I yelled back.
Foxy was skittish now. He wasn't exactly sure why I was yelling but he knew that something was wrong. Freddy, Chica and Bonnie came out to see why I was yelling.
"Fine. I'll leave. You are obviously stupid enough to get yourself killed." Michael said, then hung up.
I brought the phone away from my ear and stared at it. Michael's picture stayed for a second then dissapeared.
He just did that. I thought.
I dropped my phone on the floor with a thud then simply turned away and started towards the back office. Foxy started to follow but Freddy stopped him. They watched as I walked away and turned into the back office. They heard both doors close. The animatronics paused then started to go do what they would. Foxy stood there for a moment then leaned down and picked up my phone. He turned it off and put it in my backpack. Foxy packed my stuff up then went down the hall on my left, facing the stage. He banged on my left door three times, putting down my backpack, then left. After Foxy had left, I opened the door and grabbed my backpack. I reminded myself to thank Foxy. I opened my computer and turned on my phone. I deleted any evidence of him being my boyfriend or even talking to him. What I didn't know was that Michael was actually a serieal killer. And his next victim, was me. It was about 1 in the morning. I had just put my stuff away when I heard a banging coming from the very front door. I opened my door and jogged out. The animatronics were coming from wherever they were to see what was happening. I peeked aorund the corner to see who was at the door. It was Michael. I frowned, angry at Michael for daring to come here.
"Get to your places." I hissed to the animatronics.
Somehow, they stealthily went back to their spots. I moved around the corner and unlocked the door.
"What do you want." I asked coldly.
Michael didn't respond. He took out a butcher's knife and started to walk towards me. I started to back up, eyes wide. Michael backed me into the stage room. I saw Freddy's head move slightly. I mouthed no to him. I turned back to Michael.
"Michael? What are you doing?" I asked fearfully.
"Doing what I should have done a long time ago." Michael replied before he lunged.
I put my arm up and his knife plunged into my arm. I couldn't help but scream. The animatronics wanted to move but they didn't want to risk being seen. Michael got me into a hold as he struggled to get the knife from my arm. Suddenly, I went into overdrive. I bit Michael's hand then elbowed him in the chest. I spun away from him and kicked him. Michael got up quickly and ran. I just watched. Once Michael was gone, Freddy, Chica and Bonnie started to move. Foxy came running in moments later. My eyes were wide with terror and blood leaked all over my arm. I was shaking badly. I slid the knife out and dropped it. Foxy got rid of it.
"You guys should go to your places. I am calling the police." I whimpered.
"Okay. But are sure you are okay?" Freddy asked.
"Not really. I'll make it though." I said with a weak smile.
The animatronics reluctantly went back to their spots. I called the police and went to the front door to wait for them. I pressed my hand to my arm to try and stop the bleeding. The police came. I told them all that I knew and got stitches from the paramedics there. I told them I had to get my bag which was true. I went back in and grabbed my stuff.
"Bye guys. I'll try to be here tomorrow." I said.
"Okay. Be careful please." Freddy said glitchingly.
"I will." And with that I turned and left.
