Five Nights with Foxy

How long have you been there?

"They can't all be ou-shit!" Jason screeches, having pressed the lights on to see Bonnie just gazing in at him from the doorway. "No! Bonnie you bitch!" He yells, slamming the door down in front of her freaky face. Jason flicks the laptop screen up again and scrolls through the cameras, seeing foxy still hiding away. 3:48 am. Jason was already sweating, it was only the second night for Pete's sake! He groans, his forehead glimmering with sweat.

"Stupid security guard outfit." He growls. It was a beige shirt, and Jason wore black jeans with it, not being told he couldn't. It also had a zipper jacket which was slung across the back of the chair he was in. His uniform was starched so much it could stand upright if he set it down, it was so uncomfortable.

The man on the phone had finally told Jason that there were blind spots in his cameras, right out side his doors. Perfect. Just peachy-keen. "I get animatronic characters trying to kill me, and an un helpful recorded message." His voice rings out in the tiny office. Jason presses the buton to open the door and turns on the light, glad to see that she was gone. He flicks up his laptop, checking his battery to see that it was at 55 percent. "Shit!

Jason checks on camera 1c, Pirate Cove. He hears the soft dum diddy dum dums coming from Foxy and squirms uncomfortably in his chair. That was his song. He puts it down and checks his lights, still in the clear. Jason checks Pirate Cove, letting out another manly squeak as he meets the Fox's glare into the camera from behind the curtain.