When James gets a job at the old pizza place he once went to as a kid, he feels ecstatic. However, when he arrives, things aren't exactly all they cracked up to be. However, maybe he'll find what he's looking for.


3. Three

    After what seems like forever, I lift my head up and open my eyes. Sighing, I look around the room. It seems to be a bedroom of sorts, with a small bed pushed against one wall, and a dresser directly opposite it. Beside the bed sits a small table, holding a lamp. The room seems to be immaculately clean, with the bed neatly made. The walls are bare, painted white. Looking back towards the door, I see the room's sole decoration - a poster advertising a small diner from 1983. 'Fredbear's Family Diner' reads the building's sign. Beside the diner's doors stands what looks like the bear from earlier, only yellow instead of brown, and with a purple hat and tie instead of black. It gestures welcomingly towards the establishments door. I up, shaking slightly before getting balanced once again, and approach the bed. Turning around, I see that I was resting against another door. Approaching the door, I grasp the knob. Opening the door, I see that the room is a bathroom. I turn on the light, looking towards the small mirror. I look into the mirror, but what I see startles me. Looking back at me is a grey wolf, it's yellow eyes glowing faintly. I know it's my reflection, but my mind rejects it, refusing to accept what I see as true. 
"W-What am I?" I ask myself, my voice shaking.
"I-who am I?" I say, the fear showing. Looking down, I hold up my hands. They've been covered with gray fur, and my fingernails seem to have been replaced with claws. My mind rejects the idea of what's happened, stating that it's not possible, yet somehow, it is. 
    I'm startled from my trance by someone speaking outside the room's door.
"H-Hey, can I come in?" The voice is unfamiliar, and slightly feminine. It sounds like that of the fox, but only very slightly.
"What do you want?" 
"I want to talk. That's all."
I gulp and collect myself before speaking.
"Fine. Go ahead. Not like I can change it."
I hear the door open and someone enter, then shut the door behind them.
"W-Where are you?" 
Sighing, I walk out back into the bedroom area. Standing in front of the door is another fox, but unlike the first one, it has white fur instead of red, and the inside of it's ears as well as it's underside are pink. She stands with her hands clasped together in a way that makes her seem worried, but confident at the same time. Upon seeing me, her crimson eyes seem to light up. 
"Hey. You okay?" 
Wearily, I nod. She seems hopeful, her tail wagging slightly. She's making a face somewhere between a frown and a smile, making it impossible to tell whether she's sad or happy.
"I-I'm Vixey. what's your name?"
"C-Could we get out of here? T-This place gives me the creeps."
Sighing, I notice I don't feel as fearful of her as with the other two.
"Sure, why not. I just hope my eyes won't hurt like before."
"What do you mean, hurt?"
"Bright light makes my eyes hurt and gives me a pounding headache."
"Oh, that's probably because your eyes haven't been used in a while. They aren't used to bright light."
"Could you follow me? Please? We can go to my room if you'd like."
"Sure. Can do."
Closing my eyes, I hear the door open.
"Alright, let's go."
Bracing myself, I open my eyes, but am surprised when I don't feel the usual pain caused by the light.
"Hey, it's stopped."
She laughs, smiling as she holds the door open.
"That's good! That means you can see where you're going!"
For some reason, I feel different. Almost happy. It makes me want to smile, but my mind tells me that smiling would not be appropriate.
    Walking out into the hall, I look down at the row of doors. Each seems to be labeled, with what seems to be a name printed in black lettering on each. Each door has a different name. Turning, I see that she has shut the door and began walking down the hall. Starting down the hall after her, I watch as she stops at another door, labeled 'Vixey'. She stops, turning around. She's smiling. Turning back around, she opens the door. 
Inside is a room nowhere near as well kept as the one I was in. The bed is unmade, with the covers jumbled at the foot of the bed. The dresser has some clothes sitting on top of it, but other than that the dresser seems fine. Posters line the walls, and a small desk sits pushed against a wall. the top is littered with crumpled paper balls and drawing pencils. She walks over to the bed and sits down. I hesitate at the door, before entering and sitting in the chair.
"Sorry about the mess, I really don't keep it clean."
"I-It's alright... just, could I get some straight answers?"
"Sure. It's the least I can do, after what they've done. Like they said, you're dead. But your soul was apparently strong enough to pull through, and take over your resting place, which is that suit. They've been doing this for the past few years, saying that those who stand by and offer no help have no place in life. They say what they do is right, but it's really not."
"You mean, they've killed people before? Like me?" 
"Yes, sadly. I tell them they aren't doing what's right, but they refuse to listen. It's horrible, how they kill without thought. The worst part is, they seem to enjoy it. I'm sorry this has happened to you. Maybe if I wasn't so scared, I could've helped change it."
"S-so you just stand by and let it happen? That's no excuse for watching countless lives be ended!" 
"I-I know, and I say that everyday but, that's beside the point. You're stuck like this, and there's no changing that fact."
"So that's your only response? To tell me that there's nothing I can do to fix my problem? To tell me that I'm screwed?"
"Y-Yeah. Please don't be mad, it's just... they've been trying to get him to come back for so long, they've run out of ideas."
"Him? They've been trying to bring who back?"
"The one responsible for what's going on here. They've been trying to lure him back so they can do the same thing they've done to you, to him. The first death was an accident, but after that they seemed to be having more and more 'accidents', up to the point that they were just straight up killing the guards needlessly."
"But why? Why would they do such a thing?"
"I don't know, I guess it's because they think there's no other way."
I keep quiet, unsure how to respond.
"They weren't always like this though. They used to be wonderful, and nice. They used to never even think of doing something as horrid as committing murder. I guess... I guess what I'm trying to say is... please don't hate them. It's not their fault."
"Look, they've killed me. I'm naturally going to dislike them. You don't just befriend the person who shoots you in the head."
"Alright then. That's fine."
Her smile has faded, as well as her tail ceasing to wag. She seems upset, completely unlike her previously.
Sighing, I stand up and stretch, looking at her.
"Well, I'll be going now." I say, walking towards the door.
I step out into the hall and make my way back to the room I'd been hiding in. Printed on the door is the name 'G. Freddy'.
The name rings a bell, but I can't quite place it. Nobody seems to be using this room, so I decided it would be a good place to hide away. Pushing open the door, I make my way to the bed and sit down. Laying back, I close my eyes.

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