Chapter 12: Phone call guy's POV

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I was as nervous as ever when I realized I needed to speak to my brother again. Out of all people, why my brother? Last time I saw him, it was when I was working as the night guard. I had actually made it to the fifth night, but just barely. And I have called every night guard that was stupid enough to take the job, and filled them in on everything. (How the animatronics try to kill you). Most of them die though. My brother, Rick, needs help with two new recruits that were sent in yesterday. They are girls. Their names are Evelyn and Amanda. Evelyn has gone missing though, and Rick hasn't found her body anywhere, so maybe she fled town. At least, that is what I hope. I had called them, but they didn't pick up the phone, probably not recognizing the caller ID. As I had said before, I filled them in on everything. He had wanted me to talk to Amanda, and stay the rest of the night with her.

I walked out of my small apartment, no wanting to do this. Sighing loudly, I get in my car and drive down to the pizza place. I have and will always hate Freddy's. Pulling into a parking lot filled with only two cars, one car with the familiar liscence plate: DRUNKIE_08. The other car I presume is Amanda's, for it looks nicer. Walking into the building, I am overwhelmed by the stench of this dump, and the place looks even worse. Garbage litters the floor, and most of the lights aren't working. The time is 11:59, and I see the managers office. Walking towards it, I see Rick talking to someone inside the office. I'm guessing it is Amanda. I wait outside the office, and when Amanda leaves, I knock on the door. Before Rick says anything, I barge inside. First he seems surprised, then angry. "Why are you here?", he spits out angrily. "I'm here because you want me to help your new recruit, Amanda.", I say calmly. "What are you talking about? I never wanted you here. I can't even belive you came here. You know I hate you!", he roared. "I can't beleive your bringing this up! It wasn't my fault the boy was bit! It wasn't my fault those kids went missing! It isn't my fault those possesed freaks rome around at night, trying to stuff you in a freaking costume filled with wires!", I scream at him. Unexpectadly, he gets up and leaves. He shuts the door behind him, and I hear a click. What have I done? Well, I just got locked in the managers office. And I hadn't realized it before, but I notice that standing behind me is an animatronic fox. Just my luck.

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