Part one/Part two/Part three/Part Four

Michael and I ran into the parts and service room. We pushed a file cabinet in front of the door.

“We need to get out,” Michael stated the obvious.

“Yeah, how!”

Michael reached into his backpack. He grabbed his flashlight. It was then when I realized I dropped the flashlight in the rush. Fantastic, our only source of light was in his hands.

The room didn’t have much in it. Loose wires, a few tables, some shelves and the filing cabinet. The shelves were dotted with blueprints, tools and jars of bolts, nuts and nails. A few feet from him was a wall that split the room in half, but not completely. You could still get to the other side. It looked like there was more stuff on the other side.

“Camera!” Michael walked up to the corner near the door. “The nightguard can see this. He might call someone.”

“He’ll call our parents,” I told him.

He looked like he was considering it. “Honestly, better than dying.”

“Your dad’s going to kill you.”

“Have you seen him? I can outrun him. I’ve seen sticks with more fat than him.”

Well, he was right. Michael looked a lot like his old man, but with more meat on his bones and he looked like he slept. They had the same voice, same light skin, same dark blue eyes, same mop of brown hair. In fact, they basically had the exact same southeastern British accent. His mom is American, so it’s weird. It’s almost like they’re voiced by the same guy.

The camera started to move around. “He’s watching,” Michael said. HEsaid it like a serial killer, the light from the flashlight only making him look crazier.

“Can he hear us?” I asked. He shrugged. The camera turned off. “What now, genius?”

Michael looked around. The room didn’t have anything. “Maybe there’s a back exit.” Michael walked off to the other side of the room, leaving me in pitch darkness.

The voices of the animatronics flew back to me. Foxy, my favorite, he didn’t sound like he used to. I replayed his little shanty in my head, he definitely changed. Chica had clearly stuffed her hands in a meat grinder. Her jaw was pretty freaky. And seriously, what happened to Bonnie?

Freddy seems off, but I can’t put my finger on it. He seemed almost sentient. They all did. But that couldn’t be right. They were just robots.

But then again, who was Gabriel? And how did the Puppet know Mike? And how did Mangle know me?

I checked my watch. It was one thirty. Mike never told me when shift’s change.

I jumped at a knock on the door. I pushed the cabinet a little to the side and knelt down to see through the keyhole. On the other side, I could see a hand. A flesh hand. There was someone on the other side, a human.

I sighed with relief. I stood up and pushed the cabinet out from in front of the door. Just in case, I grabbed the knife from my bag.

Michael returned with the flashlight. “Is someone there?”

I nodded and pulled open the door. On the other side was an older looking guy, brown hair covered by a blue security hat, light skin, black pants and light blue button up. On his shirt, he wore a badge and a nametag reading “Craig.”

“What are you two doing here?” Craig asked.

“We’re looking for her sister,” Mike explained.

“Did you find her?” Craig asked.

We gave him a look like no, of course not.

“We can’t find the exit, do you know where it is?” Michael asked.

“Sadly no. They don’t tell us because one guy in another location left during his shift to take a smoke. He ended up getting killed. Most places now lock the back doors.”

“Wait,” I stopped him. “I just realized we came in through the back door.” I started laughing hysterically.

“We can’t go there, the animatronics think I’m my dad.” I stopped laughing.

“Who’s your dad?”

“William Afton.”

“The owner. Yikes.”

“And the rest of my family is dead.” He made a smile that read I’m dead inside.

“Well, you two need to get out. There are windows in the bathroom.”

Craig pointed behind him to the bathrooms. He let out a shriek before running back to his office.

Michael turned to me. We both saw as Foxy chased after him. But behind him were Mangle and the Marionette, and they didn’t look like they wanted to kill Craig.

We shut the door and put back up the barricade. We were trapped.

I checked my watch. One forty.