A Job at Freddy's Pizzeria

Chapter Four - The Last Night

I woke up early in the next morning. I took a quick shower, skipped breakfast and stormed out the front door, walking back to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. When I arrived there, there were three cop cars parked outside. Along with crime scene tape covering the entrance of the place. "What the hell is going on here?" I thought. I asked the police officer what happened and he told me that one of the animatronic characters had been stolen from the place, the previous night. "Who the hell would steal one of these things and how?" I thought to myself. It sure didn't seem like a crime scene to me, it just seemed flat-out ridiculous. This whole situation, ever since I started at this job something has been going on. Something's not right with this place. But I did not want to get to the bottom of it. I just wanted to get away from it. I walked back home and looked at this particular Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria on Google. Conviniently, there was a phone number for the manager, only it didn't say John. It was some man named George Mayhew. I thought that was strange but I called the number anyway. Voice mail. I left a message stating what was on my mind and hung up. I hope that would end that and then I realized, "Crap, I still have to get paid," I put myself in a really awkward position now. Since I still had to go back to collect my payment. "Ugh, whatever. I'll do it tomorrow." I told myself.

Besides all of that, the rest of the day went slow and normal. It wasn't until night that I found out that my dad was working on the night shift. My mom was already staying the night with my grandma who was feeling ill. Which meant, I have the house to myself. I could've had a few friends over and stuff but I wasn't in any mood for that. I needed time to myself to reflect on what was up with that Freddy's Pizza. Who the hell steals animatronics? I guess there was something. But to go through that effort, why not rob a jewelry store or something? Whatever. Not my problem anymore.

That night, I was ready to call the police if the pranksters returned. I kept myself on overnight next to my bed and ready to dial 911. I stayed up late watching TV, dreading having to fall asleep. I watched TV until about, two in the morning before finally trying to fall asleep. But, I couldn't. My mind was racing. I rolled around in my bed for a good hour, not even remotely tired. My brain was waiting for the laughing from outside, or some kind of knock on the window. So much for the point that I started to become paranoid. I started to imagine sounds like some kind of robot chattering noise. I started to imagine seeing things. I thought I could see the silhouette of the figure in the opposite corner of my room. I told myself to stop being paranoid and to just go to sleep. Somehow, I did calm myself down a bit. Almost enough to finally fall asleep. I was finally relaxed and then...

My phone started ringing.
"Ugh, what the frick... Who the hell is calling this late at night?" I checked the caller ID, it said unknown number. To hell like I was gonna answer that. I put my cell phone back on my desk and rolled back onto my side. I was so close to falling asleep, and now I'm wide awake again. I knew I didn't answer the phone because I was partially afraid to. It was probably about a minute or two later when I heard the voice notes from my phone. The caller had left a message. I truthfully did not want to listen to it. I told myself to listen to it the first thing in the morning. But then, a sickening thought came up that the call was to inform a bad news about my ill grandmother. I snatched the phone, flipped it open, and pressed the button to listen to the voicemail. I heard an oh so familliar voice. It was... John the manager from Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

"I'm sorry. Truly, this is nothing personal. You have to understand, we... we needed you. We needed someone. He... He's getting hungry. He needs to eat, or else... Listen to me. Listen to me when I tell you your sacrifice will not be forgotten. Understand that we only do this... to save humanity. We can't kill it. Our-Our attempts only anger it. If we don't feed it... it... Oh God... We never planned on it escaping. We needed it to consume ony in the room backstage... Oh God I'm so sorry..."

"What the hell was that!? W-What!?" My thoughts exactly. This joke has gone far enough. This is comepletely friggin' insane. I have to call the police. I jumped out of my bed and turned on my lamp, anxious to call the police. I dial 911 and raised the phone to my ear. It was only then that I see it.

It was the creature. The... the bear... It was Freddy. Standing in the corner of my room, smiling at me. I hear the 911 operator on the other end. But the phone was already on the ground by that time. I felt my stomach churning inside. My hand, still to my ear as if I were still holding my phone. I couldn't move. The creature opened its mouth, wider than any creature could. It started to slowly move toward me. I was trapped. The only way out was through the window. I pulled up the blind and then pulled up my window. I looked behind me. The creature was just a few feet away from me at that point. I jumped out of my window and ran far away as possible.

...

A few hours later, I walked back to my house remembering I had dialed 911. So I expected some cops to be there. I was right. My dad's car was in the driveway too. I explained to them that a man wearing a Freddy Fazbear suit broke into the house and it trapped me into my room. So I had to jump out of my window. I explained to them that I had just started working at the Freddy Fazbear's Pizza nearby and that everything was weird from the start there. They assured me that the place should be investigated. And after a few questions they were on their way. They did send a patrol car to watch the house for the night.