Five Nights

Night Three

[Ty's POV]
I checked the time. 11:43. I immediately grabbed my badge, hat, and utility belt, fuck the jacket I don't have time! I ran to my car and drove to my job as a watchman.

As soon as I arrived, the manager greeted me and tossed me the keys again. I locked the doors behind me and jogged to the security office. I expected the phone call at midnight, and it eventually arrived. I picked up.
"Hello, hello? Hey you're doing great! Most people don't last this long. I mean, you know, they usually move on to other things by now. I'm not implying that they died. Th-th-that's not what I meant. Uh, anyway I better not take up too much of your time. Things start getting real tonight." Gordon started. What the fuck is he talkin' about?
"Uh... Hey, listen, I had an idea: if you happen to get caught and want to avoid getting stuffed into a Freddy suit, uhh, try playing dead! You know, go limp. Then there's a chance that, uh, maybe they'll think that you're an empty costume instead. Then again if they think you're an empty costume, they might try to... stuff a metal skeleton into you. I wonder how that would work. Yeah, never mind, scratch that. It's best just not to get caught.

Um... Ok, I'll leave you to it. See you on the flip side!" He finished and hung up. "I don't even wanna imagine how they'd shove an endoskeleton in ME." I muttered. I checked the cameras, wondering if Foxy was gonna be hiding in here with me again. He was peekin' out of the curtain. I had much trouble with Bonnie giving me multiple visits and I had little trouble from Chica. Thank god, Foxy's the easy one.

After a few hours of closing the doors and checkin' the cameras and doorlights, I recieved a phone call. Gracie! What was she doing up this early? "Hello?" I answered. "Hey, it's Gracie. How are you?" Gracie asked. "I'm fine, just workin'." I replied. I was tired as hell. "I hope I'm not distracting you!" Gracie said. "No, you're fine. I really only need to use the camera for Foxy. I can check the doorlight with my free hand." I replied, checking the camera. "Sorry, just checked the camera." I said. I heard thumping. As if someone were running.

"Oh hey, Foxy." I said. "Where's Bonnie?" Foxy asked. Immediately, almost as if on cue, Bonnie slowly thumped into the room, the buzzing lamp illuminating his body as he stepped in from the shadows. "You should be in the cove, fella!" He said, staring at Foxy. "And YOU should be IN HELL!!!!" Foxy said before punching Bonnie in his face. The purple bunny tackled the red fox, causing a loud sound of struggle. "Ty! What's going on?" I heard Grace ask. I tried to pry him off of Foxy but Bonnie stood up and looked me in the eye for 3 seconds tops. He punched me in the left side."AH! SON OF A BITCH!" I shouted. Foxy picked up my gun which had fallen from my utility belt and fired twice, missing both times. I know Grace said something, I just couldn't hear it over the sound of Bonnie's metal fists making contact with my face and chest.

I fell to the ground after a few heavier blows and picked up the phone. "Grace, if I don't make it out," I was interrupted by spitting out blood and coughing twice. "...If I don't make it... know I died in love with you-" I was interrupted once again, but this time, it was by a gunshot hitting the wall by me. I looked up to see Bonnie pinning Foxy under his foot.

I pushed him off, pushed him out and shut the doors until my shift ended.