Five Nights at Freddy's

Chapter 4: Night Four

The fourth night. The phone rang, I sat in my chair, sipped my coffee (Butter pecan breve), and picked up the phone.

Hello, hello? Hey! Hey, wow, day 4. I knew you could do it.

Uh, hey, listen, I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow. It's-It's been a bad night here for me. Um, I-I'm kinda glad that I recorded my messages for you, uh, when I did.

Uh, hey, do me a favor. Maybe sometime, uh, you could check inside those suits in the back room? I'm gonna to try to hold out until someone checks. Maybe it won't be so bad. Uh, I-I-I-I always wondered what was in all those empty heads back there.

You know...oh, no –

I dropped the phone and almost fell out of my chair as I heard the final sounds of the animatronics' screeching followed by static. I took a deep breath and pulled up the monitor.

As I sat in my chair, I looked at the monitor to check on Foxy and suddenly felt the same strange tingling sensation in the scar on my head as before. I scratched at it gently, so as not to irritate it too much. I didn't exactly remember where I'd gotten the scar, though one time, I asked my mother about it. She told me I'd been injured while we were on a camping trip. I was about 5 years old at the time of the injury, so I didn't remember a lot about it. The scar itself had only started to bug me the night before, though, at the coffee shop, as if to warn me not to go back to the pizzeria.

I checked my door lights first. No Bonnie. No Chica. I heard a voice from somewhere in the restaurant. It was a voice I recognized as Foxy. He was singing.I checked the camera and when I got to Pirate Cove, the singing was on the monitor's speakers, confirming my suspicions.

I pulled up the camera, suspicious that Bonnie was nearby, but I saw nothing in the West Hall. I switched to the camera closest to me on Bonnie's side...sure enough...but, I jumped when I saw him. His head was jerking about as if he were having an extreme seizure and every now and then I would catch a glimpse of a horrible, eyeless Bonnie.

I soon heard footsteps near the other door. "Chica!" I said aloud and shut both doors. I checked the monitor on Chica's side and saw that she,too, was twitching and jerking her head in the same manner as Bonnie."What is with these two?" I whispered to myself, "This can't be real...." I pinched myself and looked back at the monitor...Bonnie and Chica were still twitching and jerking like before. "Is it a malfunction?" I wondered, scratching at my scar again. I checked on Pirate Cove and saw that Foxy was still only peeking out of his curtain. "Why haven't you came to get me, yet Foxy...?" I whispered, hoping he would stay where he was for the time being.

I heard slight footsteps to my left, put down the monitor, and looked outside my left door. I was hardly even surprised to see Bonnie outside, and shut the door. I looked outside my right door and saw nothing there,so I pulled up the monitor.

Foxy was still peeking out of his curtain. I checked the clock and it said 4:40. I don't have much time left. I only need to last until 6 A.M. and I've done it before. I did it all three nights before tonight. Checking my right-hand door again, I saw that Bonnie had left, so I opened the door, so as to conserve power, which was down to 26%. Suddenly, I heard a deep laughter. I looked around, getting nervous again.Hearing the laughter again, I pulled up the monitor and saw that Foxy was leaving his curtain in Pirate Cove. My heart rate sped up, and I searched the cameras until I found, on the Dining Area camera, a pair of white, glowing dots that were Freddy's eyes. I checked the Show Stage and saw that Freddy himself had once again left the stage.

I put down the monitor and checked both door lights, then I pulled the monitor up and switched to Pirate Cove. I no longer saw Foxy outside the curtain and I knew where he was heading. I quickly put down the monitor, shut the left door, and heard Foxy banging on my door. I watched in horror as my power level went down to 8%. I checked my clock. 5:54 A.M.

I closed my eyes,waiting for the power to go out. I held my breath. The silence was deafening and the time seemed to slow down the lower the power got."C'mon, 6 A.M., C'mon...!" I whispered, my voice shaking. Suddenly, the lights went out, and I heard the hum of the power failing. The hum faded. I sat in total silence for about five seconds until I heard a music box in the left doorway. Remembering what the Phone Guy said the night before about "playing dead", and decided to try not moving at all, hoping that Freddy would leave or at least take more time.

I listened to Freddy's music box, which I recognized as "The Toreador's March" from Carmen, for what seemed to be hours. I stared right into Freddy's glowing eyes as they flickered on and off until the music silenced as suddenly as it had begun and Freddy's eyes went out; however, I also heard the clock strike 6 A.M. I stayed very still, unsure if Freddy was really gone, but I sighed with relief when the manager came in. "Mike! Mike! Ah,good...I heard Freddy's music box, so I was afraid I wouldn't make it in time!

The manager came into the office and sat down in front of me. "Sir?"I asked, "Why is it...that the animatronics aren't hostile after 6 A.M.?" The manager sighed, "Well, Mike, that's a good question. You see, I don't actually know. It seems as though they have minds of their own." I nodded, still not understanding. He sighed and said,"It's like they're on some sort of internal clock, but that's not the case. We've had a maintenance guy check on them, but...there was nothing unusual about them...no internal clock, either." I stood upand said, "Perhaps I should just leave the technical stuff to you guys...I'm going to bed." The manager said, smiling, "Yes. Good idea." I got up and walked towards the door, but before I left, I stopped, turned around, and said, "Uh...sir?" He nodded and said,"Yes, Mike?" I asked, "Is Freddy's voice-box...broken...?"The manager said, "H-how did you...?" I furrowed my brow and said, "It's just that...occasionally, he laughs in a very deep voice that doesn't sound like the Freddy I know." The manager said, "Well...you should just go home and get some sleep." I nodded and left.