The memories made my hands curl up into fists. I wanted to punch a hole through the phone. Hear no more of it. But I knew I'd get fired for destroying any property in this place. I knew better.
I try to stay as calm as possible as I continue listening.
"Now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters...uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll...most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit."
Stuff me inside a suit? Doesn't seem bad, I guess. They're just costumes.
"Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death. The only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask. Heh. Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up."
That's when I thought I'd have a panic attack. My breathing becomes heavier. My heart pounds loudly in my ears. I gulp, sucking in my pride as I keep listening.
"But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, goodnight."
***
It was already 5 AM. I have 29% power left. I constantly check the cameras. Mainly the Show Stage and Pirate's Cove. Bonnie and Chica were the only ones who had moved. But I couldn't find them. Anywhere.
I look at the left door and stand up. An idea hits me as I start walking over. It's only five steps from where the office is. I count them as I go anyways. Then one step towards the doorway. And then I'm looking outside from the corner of it. It would be so easy.
One more step outside the door and it would be all over for me. The animatronics could end it all for me. Do me a favor for once. One small step to suicide and no more pain, no more anger, no more anything.
A voice behind me says: "What are you doing?"
I turn around. In front of me stood a tall boy in a purple polo shirt and black vest. A red bowtie was held on the center of it, just beneath the collar of his polo. He wore black tailored khakis and black dress shoes. He had thin, smooth and short lavender hair that had a right slanted fringe. He also had maroon eyes. He was actually quite attractive.
"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" I question him, "Aren't you supposed to be back home? Staff members aren't allowed here during the night."
He just chuckled. "I could say the same thing for you, beautiful."
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