Thirty Long Hours- Part One

NOTE: This is an unofficial novel series, and I do not intend to share this in public bookstores. All rights go to Scott Cawthon.

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3. Night Two

(11:30 AM, Monday, November 9th, 1987)

It feels odd, walking to a closed restaurant at night while everyone else is asleep. I used my keycard to open the door to the restaurant. I couldn’t help but notice that the door to the Parts and Service area was slightly cracked. I didn’t want to peek, but I swear I saw something twitch in there.

I sit in the office waiting for a call. I notice the drawings on the wall that were drawn by kids. I see drawings of the animatronics, some interacting with children, and what appeared to be a yellow-ish Freddy that apparently smells bad singing to kids.

RIIINNNGG! RIIINNNGG! RIIINNNGG!

The message starts. It’s 12:01.

“Uh, hey, if you’re hearing this, you made it to day two! You’re a natural!” The phone guy exclaims. “Have you seen the back room labeled Parts and Service? The animatronics from the previous location are there, and we just use them for parts now. They tried to retrofit them with the new technology, but they were just so ugly, you know? And the smell… So the company decided to go in a whole new kid-friendly direction.” He says.

So I saw an animatronic move back there? Whoa. I remembered the music box and wound it up.”If they do move around, though I doubt they can, the Freddy head should fool them. Heh, I always liked the old models.”

He LIKES them? They creep me out. How could he like them at all?

“Have you seen Foxy the Pirate? Oh, wait, Uh, Foxy was always a bit twitchy, so I don’t think the Freddy mask will fool him.” He nervously explains.

I shudder. I check the Parts and Service camera, and gasp. I see what appears to be Bonnie without a face, Chica with a large jaw, and Freddy on the floor. I can just see a fox in the corner. I think that was Foxy.

The phone guy continues. “Uh, I’ll have to be quick, because I think the animatronics will get more active as the week goes on, and even some other animatronics might start moving now. Be sure to wind up the music box as I talk.” I quickly wind it up. “So, if you happen to see Foxy down the hall from your office, just flash your light at him, you know, like a strobe light. Those old models always seemed to get disoriented with bright lights. He should leave eventually. Come to think of it, you might want to try that in any room you find someone. It should hold them in place for a few seconds. That may have carried over to the newer models, too. Oh! Don’t forget that music box.” I rewind it quickly. “I’ll be honest; I never liked that puppet thing. It was always… thinking, and it could go anywhere. But this should be a breeze. See you tomorrow.”

Wow. Why did I sign up for this again? So, I just strobe the light, music box, easy enough.

I had already noticed that Toy Bonnie had moved from stage. “Probably in Party Room 3.” I thought. He was in there. I wind up the music box, and shudder. Some weird thing had moved into the prize corner. I remember that I always played with some take-apart animatronic that looked like Foxy. Now it looked like a heap of parts, like a mangle. I check the main hallway on camera, and almost drop the tablet. The faceless Bonnie that was slumped in the Parts room had opened the door, and was leaning out. I heard clanging in the right vent. I put on my Freddy mask to see Toy Bonnie, leaning toward my face, even closer than last time. He eventually leaves. I start to relax, but that stops when I flash my light down the hall. I see a fox-shaped figure with gleaming eyes down the far end of the hallway. Foxy! I strobe my light at him for a few seconds. I see him running, RUNNING, down toward the dark end of the hallway, away from me, dazed. Then, I get a chill down my spine.

“Hello!”

I freak out. It was only 5:35, and I heard a child. What would a child be doing here? It wasn’t even time to open the building yet. Besides, the entrance was locked electronically. You can’t get in at these hours without a membership card.

No. Not a child.

I remember a chubby, humanoid animatronic vending balloons, with that same voice. Balloon Boy.

He had moved.

I checked the vent lights, and he was staring at me with a smile on his face. I managed to put the Freddy mask on, despite my shock. He eventually left, and my watch vibrated. 6 AM!

I felt relieved. I rushed for the exit and signed my signature under Monday.

Two nights down. Three more left.

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