Five Nights at Cafe Hetaloid

Chapter 6

~Flashback~

        "Vincent, I don't think I can make it to work tonight," Anastasia said into her cell phone. She sat on her couch, huddled into a ball under a blanket. A box of tissues sat to her right on the couch as well as a wad of discarded used up tissues on the ground next to a small purple trash can. Tears still streamed down her face from her shift at Cafe Hetaloid. She hadn't even gone to sleep yet and she wasn't planning on going to her college courses later that day.

        "How come?" Vincent asked worriedly.

        "I'm just tired is all. My sleeping schedules been a little funky since I started working for you and between working for you and college, I barely get enough sleep," she lied to him. The platinum blond mentally kicked herself for doing so to her best friend.

        "Stasia, I know something else is wrong. Do you want me to come over and we can talk about what is really upsetting you?"

        "Yes please." The line went dead.

~End of Flashback - Present Time: 8:36 AM~

        Vincent had come over as soon as he could to talk to Anastasia. He found her on her black couch, shivering and crying. The brown haired man walked to her and sat next to her, putting an arm around her shoulder and giving her a hug. "What's really bothering you?" he asked, handing her a tissue.

        "You promise you won't tell anyone anything I say?"

        "I promise."

        "Pinky swear?" She extended one of her pinkies to him.

        "Pinky swear," he said while giving a small smile at his friend's childish antic.

        "Okay. I know I may sound crazy," she started off.

        "You always sound crazy," Vincent said. He smirked at her. Anastasia playfully gave him a light punch to his arm that was closest to her.

        "I'm being serious Vince. What I'm about to tell you cannot be said to anyone else. You have to keep it between you and me. You have to promise not to tell."

        "I know. I already promised that I wouldn't tell." He raised an eyebrow at her. She looked a little lost.

        "I guess I did have you promise already. We pinky swore on it, right?" she inquired.

        "That is correct."

        "My goodness. I'm losing my mind," Anastasia said into thin air. Vincent lowered his arm so that he could rub soothing circles on his companion's back. "Anyway, the real reason for me not being able to make it is more so that I don't want to go back."

        "Why?"

        "It's the animatronics Vincent. I don't like them."

        "What's wrong with them?"

        "They tried to kill me Vince! They tried to freaking kill me! Every night since night one they have been trying to kill me. And then there's this weird woman who has been calling me at the beginning of each of my shifts and giving me information and tips. She even knew about you! She won't tell me her name and it is starting to freak me out on how she knows my name. I'm scared to go back. Especially now that the 2p! America Hetaloid has been active. Do you have any idea of what he did to me this morning? Do you have any idea of what all of them have been trying to do to me?"

        Vincent shook his head from side to side. "No, I don't have a clue. They are just animatronics Stasia. What could they ever do to you?"

        Anastasia glared at the slightly older male. He didn't know a thing of what they were capable of. "What could they ever do to me? Since the beginning, the 2p! France and England Hetaloids have been trying to get into the security office and scare me half to death! And the 2p! America Hetaloid got into the office this morning and sexually harassed me. He freaking sexually harassed me and chased me into the dining area where all of the other hetaloids were Vincent! I don't know how much more of this crap I can take. I mean, the 2p! Canada Hetaloid has only come off of the stage three times. Once was on the first night when my power ran out. The second time was to throw Allen back into the Dugout after he chased me around him. And the third time was to drag me off of the stage by my hair and back into the security room. There is no doubt in my mind that he is gonna get more active tonight and try to kill me like the rest of them," she finished. Her cheeks were stained again by the fresh tears that streamed down from her eyes.

        Vincent blinked trying to soak in everything Anastasia had just told him. He was in denial. In his mind there was no way that the four once beloved waiters and mascots of Cafe Hetaloid would try and kill Anastasia. Well, Allen might, but that wasn't the point. Vincent's thoughts were interrupted by his ice blue eyed friend speaking again.

        "That isn't all Vince. I heard them say somethings that I wish that I never heard."

        "What did they say?"

        "They said that they killed a lot of the night guards before me. Also that Oliver makes poisonous cupcakes now when he is mad." She looked down to the floor.

        "That can't be true. Are you positive that they said that?"

        "Well, they didn't exactly say that they did, but they hinted at it! They even openly discussed about the cupcakes and killing me while I was in the room." Anastasia through her arms up for emphasis.

        The green eyed male was a little nervous. Anastasia sounded like someone who escaped from the loony bin. He could tell that she was telling the truth though. He could see it in her eyes. The eyes that always held the truth. Vincent knew he had to do something to help her and himself out. Cafe Hetaloid was opening in about a weeks time and with this new information, Vincent wasn't too sure if the cafe was going to open at all. He continued to rub circles on the girls back until an idea hit him.

        "I've got it! I've got an idea, and you are going to love it! I have a proposal for you. I'll call a technician to come take a look at the hetaloids now and that way when you go in tonight they will be all fixed!" Vincent exclaimed. A brilliant smile graced his face. Anastasia smiled at him.

        "I think that is a great idea! Why didn't I tell you about the problem sooner?"

        "I don't know, but you sure made your life harder by doing so."

        "I know." She looked at Vincent expectantly. He tilted his head to the side in a questioning way. "What are you waiting for? Call the technician! I'm not letting you go until you do."

        "Of course!" Vincent found Anastasia's phone book and looked up the number for a technician company. He called and booked for a technician to come to Cafe Hetaloid at 4 o'clock sharp. "Alright Stasia. The technician is booked. Are you going to go to your class later today and then to work as usual?"

        Anastasia smiled brightly. "Yep!"

        "That's good. Well, I'm going to go and let you get some sleep. I'm sure you would like that."

        "Yeah," Anastasia said as she tried to stifle a yawn, failing miserably to do so. She fully curled up on the couch and pulled her blankets closer to her form. Vincent walked to the door and turned back to smile at Anastasia. Her once stressed out figure was now a peaceful one. Her mind was now at ease and off into a dreamland filled with hopes of a better night at Cafe Hetaloid.

~Author's Note~

DreamsForDays here! So Anastasia finally decided to tell Vincent about what the hetaloids have been doing to her and about the phone calls she has recieved during her shifts. Hope you all enjoyed the chapter! As always, comments and reviews are appreciated and thank you for reading! Until next time!