Five Nights at Cafe Hetaloid

Chapter 4

Warning: There is swearing in this chapter.

~11:47 PM - Second Night~

        Dread. That was what Anastasia was feeling at this exact moment. She didn't want to return to Cafe Healoid, but Vincent was counting on her. He trusted her with the simple task of monitoring the place after hours for five nights, and she didn't even want to do this for one more night, let alone five whole nights. After her little run in with the 2p! France and 2p! Canada Hetaloids last night, she hoped she could make it tonight. "Alright Anastasia," she said as she sat in her office chair. "You are not going to taunt the hetaloids tonight, and you are going to do a better job at conserving power." She sat patiently in her seat and stared at  the little clock she had brought along. Ding. Ding. It rang. "Okay. Time to start night two. Maybe it won't be so..." She was cut short by the office's phone. She reached her hand forward and gingerly grabbed it. "Hello?" she questioned.

        "Hello, uh. Since you picked up, I'm guessing that you made it to night two. That's good and bad at the same time but mostly good," a female voice said. "Anyway, sorry for not calling you last night. I heard that François and Matt gave you a tough time yesterday. I won't talk for a long time due to Matt and the others becoming more active as the week progresses. It might be a good idea to look at the cameras while I talk to you to make sure everyone is still in their rightful place." Anastasia grabbed the tablet and did a quick flip through them. Everyone was still in place. "Interestingly enough, Matt doesn't leave the stage that often. Although, he does become more active in the dark, so that's just another reason to conserve your power supply. I know Vincent went over the importance of your door lights with you already but just to reiterate, there are blind spots in your cameras and they are right outside your door. Use them if you can't find something, or someone. You may only have a few seconds to react... not that you're in any danger or anything. I'm not implying that at all. Also, it maybe a good idea to check on the curtain at the Dugout from time to time. Al seems to become more active if the cameras remain off for too long. But don't look at him too much or you may piss him off. Anyway, I'll talk to you tomorrow night. I'm sure everything is under control. Goodbye Anastasia..."

        "WAIT! Who are you and how do you know my name?" Anastasia blurted out.

        "All will be revealed in due time," the mysterious woman said before hanging up.

        Anastasia huffed and put the phone back into place. "Well, that was weird. OH SHIT! THE CAMERAS!" She grabbed the tablet off of her lap and flipped through the cameras. They were all blank. She stopped flipping and waited for them to come back. When the picture finally returned, Anastasia couldn't find François. She flipped on the left door light and sure enough, he was there just like yesterday. Anastasia calmly put down the door. Well, "calmly put down the door" is an understatement. It was more like she forcefully pushed the door's button and had a muscle spasm everywhere.

        "You are really terrible at your job, but you are also good at it at ze same time," he said as he started to walk away. Anastasia hit the button again to lift the door. She smiled and got up out of her chair.

        "Thank you for the complement François!" she yelled, sticking her head out of the doorway. The 2p! France Hetaloid turned around and quickly walked back to where the security room was. "Oh no you don't," Anastasia said as she pulled herself back into the office and shut the door in his face. She looked at him through the tiny window to see him smirking smugly.

        "You are most definitely getting better at zis..." he said, staring at her back through the window. François began to walk away again.

        "Thank you for the complement again!" she yelled though the closed door. All she heard was a rather loud grunt in reply. "This is going smoother than I thought. I should probably check the cameras. It's been a while." She grabbed the tablet and flipped through the cameras. Anastasia stopped at the main stage. "Wait. Where did Oliver go?!" She began to panic. The cameras went blank for the second time that night. "Come on. Come on. Come on! Please come back cameras! Please!" she chanted. The cameras suddenly came back to life. Anastasia flipped through them hysterically. She saw François sitting at one of the tables in the dining area. Instead of stopping on the main stage, she stopped at what would be the video feed for the kitchen if the camera there actually worked. The audio file worked its magic and told everything she needed to know. The 2p! England Hetaloid was in the kitchen, and he was making quite the ruckus with the pots and pans.