FNAF: Things Are Never What They Seem (7)

5:24 AM

85% power

Mike started laughing loudly out of nowhere making everyone, including the animatronics, jump. Mike stops laughing and looks at me, trying to keep a serious face in a fit of hiccups.

With a crooked smile, he says to me, "Hey, come here often?" His words were rather slurred, and his breath smelled strongly of alcohol.

"Mike, stop, you're drunk," I say, trying to keep him from falling on me.

"And you're sexy..." Mike slurred. Then he passed out.

Foxy poked Mikes shoulder with the rounded part of his hook. "It seems the lad here has had a bit much to drink, Eh?"

I nod, trying not to laugh. I didn't condone to drinking so much that you passed out... But it was rather funny to watch someone suffer from it. "He's going to have one hell of a hangover when he wakes up."

"Will he be able to work today?" Chica asks.

Mike moans and I sigh. "Probably not, but I'll go ahead and take over his shift. I mean it's the least I can do since he's been staying up with me for the past four nights."

"Yay! We get to see you for more than six hours a day!" Chica says excitedly. She came over to where I was sitting and hugs me. It was strange to hug an animatronic, but I'll live. I hugged her back and she giggled.

"Yep, when this shift is over, I'll drive him home and come back for the day shift," I say.

All of the animatronics nodded in acceptence and I smile. Knowing of my long drive ahead, I decide to take my leave now. Trusting the animatronics to place themselves on the stage, I wave goodbye the best I could while carrying Mike.

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3:37 PM

Mike

I awoke suddenly from my dream, sitting straight up in my bed. These actions resulted in a splitting headache. As I sat with my head in my hands, I noticed that I wasn't in my bed. Confused and curious, I look around the room, trying to figure out where I was and what time it was.

The walls were lined with painting, but if they were store bought or hand made I would never know. A simple black dresser was pushed up against the wall in front of the foot of the bed. A small closet was left open, random articles of clothing falling out. On the nightstand by the bed, there was a small LCD alarm clock and an interestingly shaped lamp. The time on the clock was flashing in blue was:

3:40

Oh shit! I'm late for work! I scramble to get out of the bed, tripping over the blankets that wrapped themselves around my ankles. As I tried to get out of the room, I trip over one of my shoes, nearly toppling head first into the dresser.

"Son of a bitch..." I mutter as I make it into the hallway. The headache I woke up with was getting progressively worse, and this house seemed to be a death trap made especially for me. Walking into the kitchen, I realized the area was a bit too small to be a house. It was an apartment. But whose apartment it was remains a mystery.

Glancing around the ungodly bright kitchen, I see a coffee pot with a small note on it.

'Mike,

How much of last night do you actually remember? I'm assuming not much since you downed a carton and a half of beer... Anyways, there's Advil and ibuprofen in the cabinet above this coffee pot, and for coffee all you gotta do is hit the on button on the side of the pot. Don't worry about your shift at work, I got it covered. Just rest for now and I'll see you at midnight. Enjoy your day.

~Bunny'

I rub my eyes and read the note again. Well that explains where I am and whose place I'm at. I sigh and reach up into the cabinet, grabbing the bottle of blue pills and taking two of them dry. Turning on the coffee pot, I go into the living room and sit, turning on the TV for some channel surfing.

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Bunny

6:32 PM

It was a fairly quiet day at the pizzeria today. Only one birthday party today and a few little groups just here to have fun. No one tried to go near Foxy today. I wasn't sure if he was ready or not so I stood guard just in case. All was good.

Until a music box start playing down the hall. It was quiet, soft as a child's lullaby. It captures my attention immediately and I turn my head, wanting to follow the noise. But a yelp from a little kid kept me from doing so.

My head snaps back around to the small party. Chica had ahold of a child, trying to drag her away somewhere. At first I thought they were playing some sort of game, until I realized that there was something wrong with Chica's eyes. They were completely black, save for the little white dot in the center of each of her eyes. And the little girl was squealing in fear, not in joy.

"Jaycie! Cover for me!" I holler towards her. As soon as she got to my post, I was already halfway across the party room.

There was a button, somewhere on the animatronics body. I struggled to remember what our machanic Mai said, about the location of the switch. It was... On the back of their neck! That's right! As I drew closer to Chica, I jump on top of a table planing to use it to project me onto her back.

As soon as I jumped on the chickens back, she let go of the little girl who ran to her mom. Okay good, she's safe. Now where the hell is that switch at? Struggling to hold on to Chica, I find the switch right under her mask. I hit it and she goes slack, falling to the floor, trapping me underneath.

Jaycie comes running and pulls me out from under Chica. Most of the party goers had left, but some lingered, making sure no one was hurt. While Chica was heavy as hell, I wasn't hurt too badly, and neither was anyone else. A guy wearing a purple security guard outfit came and ushered the others out the door and flipped the sign from open to closed.

Mr. Thompson comes out of his office, surprised to see Chica powered out on the floor, the security guard by the door, and me on the floor as well being fused over by Jaycie. Mr. Thompson comes bustling over, in a small state of panic.

"Jessica? What are you doing he- Are you okay?" he asks, holding out his meaty hand to help me up.

"Yes, I'm fine sir. Thank you."

"What happened? Why is Chica on the floor?"

I scratch the back of my neck. "Well, she was frightening the children and malfunctioning, so I turned her off using the switch that Mai told us about... Speaking of you may wanna call her about looking at these sense the weekend is coming up and that's when you have the most parties," I say.

Mr. Thomson looks confused for a moment but then nods and goes back to his office. I brush myself off and reassure Jaycie that I'm fine. After she finished fussing over me, I take my leave and head to where I heard the sound of the lullaby.

It was no longer playing. Which was really odd. It was like it wasn't even playing in the first place. It was just an empty hallway with posters lining the sides. I sigh and pull out my cell phone, dialing my home phone, and praying that Mike was awake and not too severely hungover.

The phone rings three times before he picks up. "If you're calling for Bunny, she's not here right now," he answers sounding rather groggy.

"Mike? It's me. Look, do you think you can come out this way? Some weird shit just happened and I need to talk to you about it. Meet me at the coffee shop."

"Wait, what about this shift?"

"We closed early. Just come down as soon as possible. I'll explain when you get there. See you in thirty."