"Hurry Em!" he yelled. "We've got to get to the pods!" All around us people ran, some in our direction, some in the opposite. The sounds of warcries, gunfire and the screams of fear and pain filled the air. An explosion threw me to the side, only to land in someone's arms. I opened my eyes and found the relay's Frost looking down at me. He stood me down before turning around and shoving a Zoren into the side of a Corrupt Butcher. He used the other Zoren to deflect a barrage of bullets that were heading for me. He pulled the first Zoren out of the Corrupt and holstered it on the opposing hip. He slammed the empty arm into the floor and 3 more Butchers and a Crewman fell as pales of ice came up from the ground beneath their feet. Frost then holstered the second Zoren on his other hip and pulled a Braton from over his shoulder. The rapid bursts dropped more and more Corrupted, but in the time it took to kill two, five or six new ones appeared from one of the yellow orbs that were hovering about. I was pulled up by a slender hand, turned around and shoved towards where I was previously running. I stumbled to see which of my protectors it was and saw Saryn emptying her super-fast dual pistols' at the enemy. A bullet whistled at me from a few inches away and I decided that it was time to leave. I turned and ran up the stairs, through the door and into one of the pod corridors. Arthur had already been strapped in, so finding him was out of the question. I climbed in and felt the plugs connect, the last thing I saw being the lid shutting.

Second part of my FNaF story (Game Theory timeline)

My first story. As a new guard I stepped into the pizzeria, and saw the three animatronics on stage. There was suposed to be one behind the curtains, but got decomissioned since it bit a kid. I didn't have the time to look though, my shift would be starting soon...