Five Nights, In The Puppeteers Lair

Hi. This is an Animal_Jam_Wikia_Adventures! Story. It is based on the Indie Horror P.C. Game, Five Nights At Freddy's™. Yes, I am aware, of the still un-finished stories, Roses, Lives, and Palette Knives, and Re :: The Cybernetic World. The Cybernetic World :: Third And Final, is currently on hiatus, for I am waiting for the final votes. In the meantime, I had decided. This will be my primary responsibility, until the votes finish.

???'s P.O.V.
It was my shift, this time. The Night Shift. I've heard the stories, I've heard the tales, but, well, it sounds like nonsense. So, I finally have the opportunity, to prove them wrong. They said:

''   "The Night Shift.. It's so.. Dangerous. I'd feel bad, for whoever got that job." ''

''   "Th-the Night Shift! Where masked demons dressed in costumes.. They devour your flesh!" ''

"The Night Shift? I wouldn't suggest going there, pal."

Seriously? Did they really, really, expect me to believe that? Freddy Fazbear, and his friends, Chica The Yellow Chicken, Bonnie The Bunny, and even Foxy The Pirate Fox, were said to torture people, from small children, to even adults. I've heard of The Bite Of '87, yeah. Really? I'd like to meet that person, that got bit.

As I stepped into the lobby, chips from the cracked tiles disintegrated, under my boots. Like pebbles underfoot. I made my way towards the office, whereas the floor changed from soft tile, to gray floorboards. The rotted wooden planks for a floor groaned with a nearly comical cracking. How was this place still open?

I sat down in my office, threw my canvas pack onto the rose wood desk, and sat down in the dusty, black, cushioned chair. By dusty, I mean very, very, very dusty. When I had practically fallen into my seat, a cloud of dust had billowed out. Leaving me in a brief, yet worthwhile coughing fit. After that, I glanced at the dimming digital clock, which glowed a faint scarlet. It read 10:40 P.M.

Testing--and not totally not messing with--the lights and doors, I shut both of the doors, switched off the lights, and leaned back in my hair, casually flicking through the tablet viewing the rooms, which the security cameras watched, and viewed on the tablet.

This was going to be so easy..

~Time skip~

It was 4:55 A.M. Nothing major happened, so far. Except, well, I saw Bonnie backstage. Only once, though. Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie had their heads turned in the direction of the camera, on the stage. I didn't know what joke somebody was playing, but they should have left. It's pitch-black, and, if the jokester was a kid, they would have fallen asleep, already.

I heard a knock on the left door. The manager? What was he doing at this time of night? Setting down my mug of black coffee, I pause.

A tangible heaviness fell upon my ears, and the air went cold.

My hand had pressed the button, opening the door.

There was Foxy. With his steel pirate's hook raised.

Before I could even scream, Foxy had screeched:

"HERE'S FOXY!!"

Before everything went dark.

Chapter 1 :: The Pizzeria
