Surviving The Nights

Night 3

(Mike)

Like always I arrived at my normal time; however this Night was different when I got out of my car and was heading for the entrance two policemen walked out.

They looked at me with comfused looks. "Do you work here?" One of them asked.

I nodded. "Yes, sir I work the nightshift here. What's going on?"

They both looked at each for a second before one of them said. "Just been a few complaints from some of the locals who come here, just checking things out, well have a good night sir."

"Uh, you too." I said and watched them as they walked past me and towards their squad car.

Okay. That was weird wonder why the police would be here and what kind of complaints people would have other then things theu don't know what happens after closing hours.

I shrugged and walked inside and there the manager was wearing his weird purple coat and looking at the animatronics that were standing quietly still (for now) on the Show Stage, but this time he wasn't looking at them with such an amused look he was looking at them with such concentration that it was really creepy.

He broke that concentration look and turned around when I entered the building. "Good Evening Mr. Schmidt."

I sighed. "Good Evening, Sir, um why were the police here?"

The manager sighed and zipped up his coat. "Because apparently there's been some complaints towards this establishment so they were having a look at things, but don't worry it's not anything you should be worried about it was all just a big misunderstanding. Alright?"

"Uh, okay."

"Well goodnight Mr. Schmidt." The manager said and headed for the door.

"Wait sir," I called turning around.

He stopped looking at me. "Yes?"

"Not to be nosey or anything, but why is Pirates Cove out of order?" I asked. "I'm just kinda curious it's been at me for quite awhile."

The manager sighed "Because something went wrong with that animatronic a few years back causing an incident that doesn't like to be discussed."

"Oh, okay." I said. What Incident would that be?

"Anymore questions Mr. Schmidt?"

I shook my head. "No, sir."

"Good then you better get into your office your shift is about to start. Goodnight Mr. Schmidt." The manager walked out before I could even say goodnight.

I sighed and headed towards my office just as the entrance doors locked and the lights were turning out. I sat in my chair and looked up at the clock as it chimned 12am. The start of my shift.

"Lets see what you got for me today." I said with such dry enthusiasm as I pressed the flashing red button on the phone and waited for the recording to play.

''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.

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.