I don't want to do this again. I don't want to have death inches away. I don't want to hear it coming. I don't want to see it coming. I don't want to watch another human die. I don't want to do this, I don't want to do this, I don't want to do this, I can't do this... I can. I actually kind of have to. I really need to unravel the mystery behind the bite, and I really need the money for school. So here I am. I slip through the doors of the pizzeria, stumbling into the office. The desk chair creaks under my wait, probably because it's so old, and I sit there, hugging my purse tightly. I reach over to the computer and turn it on. It takes another three minutes, so I press the message button on the telephone where the recording for tonight will play. Rolf's voice suddenly comes out in loud booms, telling me about Freddy and how I should keep an eye on pirate cove for Foxy. I nod whenever he says something important, hoping this will trigger some kind of mental note for me to look at when I'm in danger. Once I've gathered all the information I need, I turn off the telephone and sit in the office, scrolling through the cameras. Tonight, the first one to move is Chicka. I follow her through the cameras until Bonnie starts to move. Now I have to try to keep an eye on them both. I sigh at the inconvenient camera system. Bonnie immediately goes to the back room, probably thinking he'll find me there. Chicka checks out the toilets in the bathroom. So far, so good. I check pirate cove and Foxy is still standing motionless behind the curtain. I flip over to the west side of the pizzeria, and Bonnie is wandering around in the supply closet. He is getting close, but I can always close the door if it gets risky. I flip back to the bathroom, but Chicka isn't there. I flip to the east hall cameras, but she isn't there either. There's only one other place she could be... and that's the disabled camera. I flip to it and it reads "Kitchen" But I can't see anything of course. However, I can hear. A clattering noise rings through the pizzeria, and I know she's in there, but what is she interacting with? It sounds like pots and pans, which would make sense, because she's in the kitchen, but, there's also another noise that I hear. I decide not to think much of it and flip back to the supply closet, which Bonnie has left. I flip to the hallway camera and sure enough, he's there, coming closer, and closer, and closer. My pulse starts to pick up and a feeling of dread fills me. I can hear his footsteps. I quickly check the east hall for Chicka and she stands awkwardly between two wires. Suddenly I hear a low laugh coming from my right and I turn to see Bonnie standing in the doorway, so I cover my mouth to suppress my screams and press the button to close the door. It closes and Bonnie knocks furiously. I take deep, slow breaths and turn on the east hall light. Chicka is standing in my window, and this time I let out my scream, quickly shutting the door and shutting off the light so I don't have to see her in my window. An hour passes and they are both still there, and Bonnie's knocking is getting so annoying that I have to stuff the balled up pieces of paper on my desk in my ears. Another hour passes and I start to cry, rocking back and forth in my chair. Two more hours pass and I start to get bored. I examine the objects on my desk, like the cupcake. It's plastic with googly eyes and it's pretty amusing to look at. The "Celebrate" Poster with Freddy, Chicka, and Bonnie on it, looms above the desk, along with several drawings made by kids. I suddenly recognize one of them. It's a drawing of Chicka and a girl with long brown hair. The girl is sitting at a table, frowning, and Chicka stands next to her, asking, "Can I get aneesing elth for yu?" It's scrawled in little kid handwriting and with terrible spelling. I suddenly remember, stumbling into the wall. This resembles the day that I pushed my brother away from Chicka when she came to our table. My brother had been drawing at the time, and that's even his handwriting. Suddenly my watch starts beeping and It's 6:00 AM. Before I leave I take the drawing off the wall and fold it into a square that will fit in my wallet. At least if my brother passes away, I'll have something to remember him by.