Break the Rules!

Night 3

This time, the kid had only taken three things along with them. The key for the pizzeria, their phone and the Bunny.

The kid quickly went inside and locked the door the second it closed. They didn't want to give William a chance to get inside.

Midnight came around soon, the animatronics seemed to get more active each night they spent here. The Phone Guy explained something about the animatronic suits and the first two hours went by quickly. The robots still were somewhat easy to manage and this time the kid kept a close eye on their battery.

The kid had put their phone on the table right next to them, so they could easily reach it. The plushy sat in their lap. A few minutes after 2 o'clock, Maran reached for their phone to check for messages.

The phone was gone. The kid spun around immediately, just to be greeted by someone grabbing them by the collar of their shirt and pulling them close. The plushy fell to the floor.

William's face was just inches away from their own. His eyes glared at the kid with anger, his breathing was heavy.

"You didn't think about calling help, did you now?", he asked quietly. The man had himself under control, for now.

A few moments went by, then William pulled out the kids' phone from his pocket.

"What a shame", he said, a big grin splitting his lips. He pushed Maran back into the chair, then dropped the phone and stepped on it.

With a 'crunch', Maran knew it was broken. The first time the purple guy showed up, Maran was scared and confused. The second time they were angry. Now they were determined, which seemed to make a difference, somewhere inside their mind.

The kid didn't move, didn't speak, didn't cry. They knew that they had made a promise to Emem, but it was hard to keep now.

William met the kids gaze. As heavy steps sounded down the hall, Maran finally reacted and closed the door just in time. A few moments later, Foxy slammed into it.

The adult watched the kid closely, as they went to pick up the toy. A moment later, they stood right in front of the killer and held the plushy out for him to take.

He stared at the kid and then at the toy. He looked sad for a moment then grabbed the plushy with both hands. Maran put their hands on it again.

"Don't break it", they mumbled. What followed was something that didn't surprise them.

William slapped them so hardly that the kids nose started to bleed, and their head was throbbing again. They stumbled backwards two steps and fell back into the chair.

The kidded pressed their hand to their nose, trying to prevent the blood from spilling everywhere. William was looming over them, the toy had fallen to the floor again.

"Why do you keep coming back?", the man demanded to know.

"Because this is my job", the kid stuttered.

"And is suffering each night until I eventually kill you really worth the bit of money you're going to get from staying here six hours a night?"

The kid thought for a moment. Then they said:"It never occurred to me that I could just quit the job." Their voice was heavy from dizziness and pain, they were talking slower than usual.

As William said nothing for a few moments, Maran opened their mouth to speak again. But before they could manage a sound, the man said:"That's unfortunate for you then. You're my toy kid. Even if you stop coming back after today, I will find you. I'll play with you until I'm bored. And then, I'll kill you."