Night 2, 12 AM...
I jolted awake in the office. The low hum of electricity steadied my nerves. Sitting up from the security chair, I leaned forward and pressed the red button on the phone.
"Uh, hello? Hello? Uh, well, if you're hearing this message, then you made it to day two. Congrats!" the phone guy said.
It's like he bet I wasn't gonna make it!
"But, uh, you won't have to worry this time because I'm not going to talk much this time since Freddy and the rest become more and more active as the week progresses. If you ask me, I wouldn't know why."
Great—more difficulty with these guys. I turned on the cameras and flipped to the stage feed. The camera displayed the three animatronics standing eerily still. That demonic radio chatter buzzed in the background again.
"But if it were me, I would probably check those cameras often, especially Foxy. Remember to check on the Foxy animatronic located at Pirate's Cove, which is also known as Cam 1C, from time to time. He's more active when you're not watching him. Kind of weird if you ask me, but I guess you could say he's shy on the inside."
The camera briefly cut to static, then flickered back on.
Bonnie and Chica were gone.
I quickly cycled through the dining room cam—nothing.
"The mischievous rabbit and chicken out of their cages," I muttered.
"I also wanted to, uh, emphasize using your door lights because there are blind spots that, uh, the camera can't reach, which happen to be right outside your door. Whoever places those cameras seriously needs to go back to school or something. Also, before I forget! Freddy doesn't usually come out often, but he is more active when it's dark, though. But hey! that's more than enough reason why you shouldn't run out of power!"
I located Chica in the bathrooms, and Bonnie was in the employees-only room. You'd think they'd follow rules. Then again, they're technically employees… and rabbits are naturally mischievous, right? I should stop watching so much National Geographic.
"Well, I'll leave you to it. Talk to you soon!" The call ended.
The camera went static again. When it came back, Bonnie was gone. I flipped through several feeds—Chica was still in the bathroom. Found Bonnie in the left hallway.
"You need to chill, dude," I said aloud.
De de dum dum do do do dum dum de de.
A low, haunting voice sang through the walls. It sounded…pirate-like.
Remembering what the phone guy said, I quickly switched to Cam 1C—Pirates Cove. The star-patterned curtains were slightly parted. A metal hook poked out. The animatronic behind the curtain—red fur, eyepatch, long snout—stared with ghost-white eyes. The feed cut out, then came back, revealing Foxy's full form. Damaged. Exposed endoskeleton. Now I knew why he was out of order.
A sound yanked me from my thoughts—metal footsteps outside the left door. I flicked to CAM 4B. Bonnie was there, just down the hall. I checked the bathrooms again. Chica was still there. The footsteps coming from the left door were heard again. I hit the white button. The hallway lit up—Bonnie's face stared directly through the window. I slammed the door shut. The alarm blared as the metal barrier slid down.
I hope I don't run out of power. I glanced at one of the monitors that displayed the power percentage. There was 75% left, and it was barely 2 AM. Suddenly, footsteps echoed from the right. I checked the east hallway camera—no Chica. I turned on the right light—Chica stared in, unblinking.
I immediately closed the door, the metal door closing with a thud.
I checked the left door again. Bonnie was gone.
I opened the door. It made a dink noise when it reset into place. Switching back to the cameras, I checked back with Pirate's Cove. Foxy was fully outside his hiding place. He looked ready to run. Taking a closer inspection of Foxy, he had unfinished legs, as if his design had been rushed—or abandoned. I switched back to the right doorway—Chica was gone. I opened the door.
Suddenly—fast, metallic steps were audible from the left doorway. I checked the west hall to find Foxy sprinting down it. I jumped up—closing the left door.
Clang!
A hook jammed the bottom of the door, preventing it from closing fully. The metal door creaked and groaned upward under pressure. I started panicking. If he forced it open—
Thinking fast, I stomped on Foxy's hook. Not hard enough to stab myself—but enough to wedge it. With the combined force of the door's weight and my foot, the door finally shut. Feeling relieved, I took a deep breath. But then—
BANG BANG BANG!
Foxy pounded the door with frightening strength. The entire frame shook. Then—silence. I checked the cameras to find Foxy retreated back to his cove.
Why did I accept this job in the first place? Why didn't I just quit on night 1?
After calming down, I switched through the cameras until I located both Bonnie and Chica in the dining room. I took a quick glance at the monitor again. It was 5:20 AM. I wiped the sweat off my face and steadied my hands. Just another 40 minutes and I'm outta here.
Suddenly— A deep, unnatural laugh echoed through the pizzeria. It felt like a demon's laugh rather than a normal laugh. It didn't sound human—more like something from hell. I frantically flipped through camera after camera, locating the source of the laughter. I couldn't find it anywhere. I checked everywhere—except the main stage…
I switched the camera feed and found only one animatronic—Freddy. The feed glitched. Then it cut to Freddy staring directly into the camera. His eye sockets were hollow, his face cast in shadow. His jaw opened and closed in rhythm, as if laughing.
Ha ha… Ha ha ha…
I glanced at the monitor again. I had 10% power left, and it was 5:50 AM. How did my power get so low?
Dum dum de de dum dum do.
Foxy peeked out of his cove. With his jaw open and his teeth visible, Foxy's glowing white eyes pierced the camera. Audible footsteps could be heard on both sides of the doors. I pressed the left light—Bonnie. Right light—Chica. I immediately closed both doors shut. I watched as the power dropped from 5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
0...
Darkness.
The doors slid back up with a clunk. Total silence took over. Then—music. A music box echoed from the left window. Two white lights flickered to the rhythm. It was Freddy. The tune was a warped and slowed version of March of the Toreadors. Despite everything… It was oddly calming.
The melody stopped. Then—footsteps. It became louder. It was getting closer.
Beep beep beep beep…