"Cling clank clang" Mike turns to see who, or what, was outside his little office. He stands up and slowly walks over to the big door. His heart in his throat, his stomach in knots, he reaches his hand out and quickly turns the light on, flinching, just in case. Last night's dance with fate, or Chika, replays in his head over and over. All he can see is her yellow, metallic body and white, aimless stare. He lets out a sigh of relief as he sees the hallway is empty, for now.
Mike heads back to his seat to quickly check the cameras. His iPad was the main control and if that died he was SOL.
"Fuck..." Mike mumbled under his breath. He only had 23% remaining, and the company, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Parlor, had a very tight budget, so there was only outlets in spots that they were absolutely necessary, and they were out of sight also so he couldn't charge his iPad. It's only 4:58 and he had until exactly 6 AM before it was safe to leave.
That's when THEY would be back to normal.