Behind the Curtains

Chapter 7 - Almost the Weekend

At the end of her fourth night, Alyssa lets out a huge sigh of relief when the clock chimes 6 am is finally here. Kitten was MUCH more active tonight. The cat kept shutting off the tablet making it much harder to find Bonnie and Chica! As soon as she unlocks her locker door, a folded piece of paper flutters to the ground, landing near the female's feet. Alyssa looks down at it confused, knowing she didn't put that in her locker. "A note?" the brunette ponders aloud. Reaching down and picking it up, she looks at it from all sides. "Hmm... It's high school all over again," she chuckles quietly to herself and opens up the note to read it.

"I need you to come in for the morning shift tomorrow. You can rest in the employee's room before your night shift. --- Mr. Fazbear"

Raising an eyebrow curiously at the message, the female starts thinking, 'Morning shift? I thought I was a night guard. Well alright.' With a shrug, she folds the paper back up and slides it into her messenger bag. Taking out her clothes before closing and locking the locker door, she takes back her key and quickly changes back into her normal clothes.

As the night guard walks out of the employee's room, a strange chill runs down her spine. Even though it is 6 am, and all the animatronics have returned to their places, Alyssa can't shake the feeling of someone watching her. Walking through the main room while weaving around the tables, she suddenly stops. "Hmm...?" She turns around to face the hall where she had just come from, then turns to face the stage where the three animatronics stand just like normal. "Weird..." she says quietly and turns away and continues walking towards the entrance hall. However, from the corner of her eye, Alyssa could have sworn she saw something move towards Pirate's Cove. The night guard stops again and quickly turns to face the hall leading to the private rooms. 'Wait... Why is the private room door open? There are no private parties today...' she thinks while gripping her bag tightly and jogs over to the open door. Coming to a stop so as to not run into the room, Alyssa notices the room belongs to Pirate's Cove. Grabbing the knob, she slowly starts pushing it forward to look inside, but before she can investigate further, Mr. Fazbear unlocks the door and walks inside the restaurant.

The owner of the restaurant steps into the main party room while looking around for the night guard. "Alyssa?" he calls out, finding it a bit odd for her to not be waiting at the entrance as usual.

Alyssa pulls away from the door as she hears the voice of her employer. However, her curiosity continues to bug her as to what she saw. "Hmm..." Also not wanting to seem suspicious and risk her job, she closes the door to Pirate's Cove and quickly jogs back into the main area. "Right here!" the night guard calls back before stopping in front of him. "Sorry... I got distracted by something," she admits.

Her boss chuckles at her excuse. "Oh? Must be from a long night," he smiles. "You should get home and get some rest so you can be back for your next shift. You wouldn't want to miss tonight! Paychecks come out at the end of work shifts on Fridays."

Alyssa smiles back, but only a little. "Yeah... That would be good--" She cuts herself off, changing her look to a confused one. "Wait... So, tonight I have a night shift, and tomorrow I'll have the morning shift? I thought I only applied for the night shift?"

Mr. Fazbear gives her a confused look back. "Morning shift? No, my dear. Tomorrow morning, when I come to unlock the doors for you to go home, I'll have your paycheck for you," he corrects her.

The brunette points at him slightly. "But you... You just... " she stutters and points to her bag. "And..." she fades off, then drops her hand to her side. "Never mind..." the female sighs and whips her left eye with her sleeve. "Maybe I am just tired. Sorry 'bout that."

He smiles kindly at her. "Would you like me to call you an Uber? I don't need you driving home tired," he asks kindly.

The night guard waves her hand back and forth quickly and smiles. "No no! I'm okay, really! I've dealt with exhaustion all through college, so I think I'll be okay to drive home. Thank you for the offer though," she thanks him kindly.

Nodding at her attempt to pass his offer, he replied, "Very well then. Get home safe, Alyssa." And walks past her heading towards his office.

She nods, "Yeah. You too, sir!" But her smile fades as she walks towards the entrance. 'Does he not know about his note?' she mentally asks herself. Heading outside the building, Alyssa makes it to her car and takes out the key, unlocking the door as she continues her thought. 'First the note, now I'm seeing things... What is this place doing to me?' With the engine started up, the female begins her drive back to her apartment, but her mind continues to race with so many questions as she drives. 'Why was Kitten so active last night? What was it she saw headed towards the party room? Did Mr. Fazbear really write the note? Why is this happening to her?' With all this going on through her mind, she drives through a few blocks stopping several times to wait, and, or think some more. As she stops at a red light, she rests her head on the steering wheel, contemplating all the questions flooding her head. "Why is this happening all of a sudden? Vincent never said Mr. Fazbear leaves his workers notes; it's always done online or face to face..." she thinks aloud. "Why was Kitten the only animatronic so much more active compared to the others? She didn't act like that on my third and second day... None of them did... Not even Foxy was that active..." Alyssa rubs between her eyes with her thumb and pointer, trying so hard to find the answers to all these questions, but sadly, she is unable to find a single one...

The young lady's thoughts are interrupted by an abrupt and loud honk from the car behind her, forcing her to jolt upwards. "Okay! Okay! I'm going!" she says loudly, then sighs. "Damn..." Grabbing the wheel a bit tighter, Alyssa continues her drive back home.