---Spread Love {FNaF Night Guards x Reader} [GIRL]---

Graveyard Shift

You stared the building up with apprehension. The glowing sign flickered, and the cartoon animals smiled at you mockingly. did you really want to do this? You had an entire week to prepare, but now that it was staring you in the face you weren't sure you were so unstoppable. You couldn't back down now, though. You swallowed your fear and shoved the doors open boldly.

Nearly a week had passed, and now it was Saturday. You figured that if this was anything like last time, this and the following night would be the hardest to keep alive in.

Your confident facade was shattered immediately when you saw Chica was gone from the stage. Already? What time was it?! In a frenzy, you rushed to the office, praying along the way you wouldn't get caught by any chicken, or bear, or bunny. (The fox, you had heard, was out of commission.)

Luckily, you managed to get to the office without any interferences. Breathing heavily, you checked your watch. It was 12:04, no wonder Chica was gone. You were late. A little shaken, you checked both sides of the office for any robots. This office was smaller than the last one, and there were actually doors this time. Bomb doors. (Three guesses as to why.) Beside each door were two buttons, the top one labelled "DOOR" and the bottom labelled "LIGHT." On the desk sat a small fan. Call you crazy, but you thought it might even be the same one from the last place.

You also made sure to check where Chica was, with the cameras. You were relieved to see she was in the restrooms, which weren't anywhere near you.

You made a routine out of frequently checking the lights and the monitor. It wasn't long before you saw Bonnie had moved as well.

An hour hadn't even passed when you caught sight of Bonnie in the left doorway. You nearly jumped out of your skin. You violently slammed your fist on to the red button. The door met the floor with a crash, cutting off the purple monster.

You checked the monitor again, keeping a wary eye on the power. It was going down far quicker than you would like it to. Already at %92, it would go down even further if you kept the door shut for long.

Sweating profusely, you rather timidly peered out the left window to see if he was still there. Thankfully, he had left as quickly as he came. You opened the door, though feeling a little less safe.

Bonnie wasn't afraid to pay you more visits throughout the next hour, but he left fairly swiftly each time. Chica, however, was far more persistent. She had your power run down to nearly half it's original percentage, and it was only a little under 3 AM.

Right door stuck firmly shut to protect you from Chica's wrath, you were glad to see Freddy still resided on the show stage. You were not, however, glad to see him staring directly at the camera.

Chills ran down your spine, and goosebumps rose on your arms. You shut the computer and decided to face Chica instead.

During 4 AM on the dot, you were not pleased to see Bonnie arrive at the door once again. You shut it confidently, sure he would leave soon. You checked the other door for good measure. Your blood ran cold when you made eye contact with a certain robotic chicken. You closed that door too. You felt suddenly claustrophobic. With both doors shut, the power was sure to reach dangerously low levels. It was already at %31, and you didn't want to see it drop any smaller.

But luckily, soon enough they both left you alone.

You recovered as best as you could, and after that little scare, not much else happened. You often found yourself having a surprise staring contest with Freddy, though. You didn't appreciate his nerve. Who did he think he was?

At 5:59, you hit %0. The lights shut off unexpectedly.

No! In just a few more seconds, you would be free. Hang on!

You gripped your shirt as you watched the clock avidly. Your entire body pricked with sweat, and it was the only thing you could feel. You expected Freddy, or anybody, to show up and rip your guts out any second now. There wasn't much you could do to stop it.

But then, like an angels call, the bell rang, and you went home. You suppressed the want to vomit your dinner for the entire drive.

You collapsed on to your bed and fell in to a fitful sleep.

You woke to your vision colored red. You closed your eyes tightly, in an attempt to block the light from bleeding through your eyelids, but to no avail. You opened your eyes and blinked furiously as the room came in to focus. Sunlight filtered it's way in through the half open blinds, bathing the room in an amber glow. You could see (normally invisible) dust particles as they danced and twirled through the air, in the golden light.

You rubbed your eyes and had to sit up. (Unfortunately.) You stumbled to the window and pulled the blinds closed in one fluid motion, abruptly causing the room to be devoid of all light.

You gasped and stepped back, pulling your hand away from the window cord. It knocked against the wall two times before it settled down and returned to a normal position.

The sudden loss of light reminded you eerily of your experience at work, when the lights shut out and the doors pried themselves open, leaving you vulnerable to all attacks from the outside.

You groaned and rubbed your forehead, hand trailing down your face until it fell limp at your side. You stood in between the bed and the blinds, before you turned you head behind yourself to catch sight of what time your digital radio clock read.

The numbers shone 8:04. No wonder you were so tired, you had only slept 2 hours.

You sat on the edge of your bed and put your head in your knees. You raised an arm to turn the radio on, which so happened in you having to momentarily look up to reach a decent station.

With music fuzzily humming in the background, you reminisced on the past week.