Music box.
Mask.
Flashlight.
Air vents.
Repeat.
That was the system that had been keeping (y/n) alive for the past six nights. Today, her former co-worker, Jeremy Fitzgerald, had been switched to the day shift. The two got along well, though didn't find any romantic interest in each other. In fact, Jeremy had to admit he was gay to some people who asked if the two were dating.
The only reason Jeremy was on day shift now was because (y/n) gave up the opportunity for him. She had been asked if she wanted to switch to day shift first.
Of course, any sane being would take the job on the spot, but (y/n) didn't. She was too kind and gave up the position for Jeremy. He was very thankful and promised to repay her sometime.
Now she was stuck alone with this new guy, Fritz Smith. He seemed cool, but his preppy personality was a little too much for (y/n)'s likes.
"Mangle!" called out Fritz and he handed (y/n) her mask. She quickly put it on as the all too familiar static passed by. Soon Mangle's static died down and (y/n) immediately began to spasticity flash your light down the hall.
"GO AWAY YOU BARBIE WANNABE!!" snapped (y/n) as Toy Chica seemed to glare at her with empty eyes sockets. After a couple of flashes, Toy Chica left, but in her place was Foxy.
"BB's here!" (Y/n) threw her mask over her head as said animatronic's annoying laugh cut through the room. Once the bastard Balloon Boy left, (y/n) resumed her flashing. Fritz was focused on the cameras and music box.
Even thing was going as speculated. Until a sudden crash caught the night guards attention.
"Fritz... What was that?" questioned (y/n) as she stole a flash down the hall.
No one.
"U-um..." Fritz skimmed through the cameras in search of the source. Soon his green eyes widened with pure terror.
"T-T-The m-music box..." mumbled Fritz.
"Fritz! I can't hear you... Could you-"
"THE MUSIC BOX!! IT'S BROKEN!!" snapped Fritz as he began to panic. (Y/n)'s eyes widened as she began to shake slightly.
"I-it's no big d-deal... Right? Right?!" Fritz laughed dryly as he suddenly pulled (y/n) onto his lap and hugged her.
"It's no big deal at all! Hahaha...." Soon, (y/n)'s hearing caught the very familiar tune of 'Pop Goes the Weasel'.
"F-Fritz... Where's that music coming from...?" Instead of answering, Fritz dropped (y/n) on the ground with a loud 'thump!'
"FRITZ!!??!!" cried (y/n) as he pushed her under the desk.
"Take care..." was all he said before a sudden robotic shriek echoed throughout the building, accompanied by (y/n)'s screams.
(Y/n) covered her eyes as an instinct, however, she stole a peek when she heard a deep chuckle. Fritz was pinned down on the floor, however, this wasn't an animatronic who was on top of him.
It was a tall, raven haired male. He was wearing a long black edged with white strips. His back was turned to (y/n), making it impossible for her to see his face.
"Hmm... I could have sworn I heard a more feminine voice coming from his room..." mumbled the raven haired male as he looked left and right, missing (y/n) under the desk. He growled when he saw no one else and then turned his attention back to Fritz.
"Are you kidding me!? I broke that music box just to get out of that damn box and come here to meet her!" snapped the mystery male as he grabbed Fritz's collar and yanked his face towards his own.
