Darlene’s POV: “Bye, Darlene.” “Good luck, mama.” “Thanks. See you at 6.” I watched as Samuel drove off, heading back for home. I then turned to the pizzeria to see Derek walking out. “Oh. Derek! You work here, too?” He looked at me and said, “Yea. Taking the night shift again?” “Guess so. Hopefully this’ll help me remember my forgotten memories and get money for Maria’s birthday.” He raised an eyebrow. “Who’s birthday?!” “Maria. My daughter. Why?” Derek sighed and said, “It’s nothing. Just…g-good luck on your job…” I was confused for a moment, but I just smiled at him and waved goodbye before entering. I enter the office and sit down. Well, this is a nice, dinky office, I thought. Oh! Look at that cute cupcake figurine! I wonder if I could get something like that for Maria. Just then, the clock struck 12, and the phone on the desk rang. I jumped and picked it up. It was Chris! “Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?” Aw. That’s sweet of him. Everything is going to be okay… “Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, ‘Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced.’” Now I am confused. Why would the company do that?! “Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay.” They never got a bath?! I repeated in my head, The poor things… “So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh...Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?” Suddenly a headache hit me hard. It was almost as if my mind was trying to remember something. The Bite of ’87… Where have I heard that before…? “Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh.” W-what the f-?! I’m suddenly having second thoughts on taking this job, but I need the money. We need the money! “Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night.” I check my power level, only to see it was already down to 90%. What?! I look for any sources of power, and I glare at the fan. I thought about turning it off, but it will get stuffy in the office. I then ultimately turn it off, and I will turn it back on once it starts to get stuffy. I check the cameras to see Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica on the Show Stage. Memories of my 6 year old birthday came back. Just then, the camera turned off, and I panicked. When the cameras came back on, Bonnie was off the stage! I flipped through the cameras ‘till I saw the bunny in the Backroom. Staring into the camera! I literally screamed and fell out of my chair once I saw that. “Try and give me a heart attack, will ya?” I said aloud. I closed the camera for a bit to calm down, but then I heard someone singing. I check the camera and look at the West Hall to see Bonnie in there, and the singing was louder as I viewed the camera. “We removed his squishy casing To keep his circuits save and sound And ended up replacing it With scraps that we had found. But what a shame, a crying shame, Our friend was in a world of pain. Oh, we tried to fix him up, But it was all in vain” I-is he singing about k…killing a night guard…? Oh dear… What have I done?! Then the cameras blacked out again! I put it down and checked the west light… Bonnie was right there! I closed the door right away. “N-no you don’t!” I shouted, “You’re not gonna get me!” Then, I saw Bonnie’s eyes widen a bit. He walked closer to the small window, his face expressing shock, and his eyes went black. I was scared. H-he’s gonna kill me! I then heard him speak, though I could barely hear him through the closed door. “Darlene…?” “H-how do you know my name…?!” I asked. “Darlene…” Bonnie repeated, seeming to relax, “It’s me… James…Can you let me in…?” “How do I know you’re not lying to me? I thought James moved away sometime after my 6th birthday,” I said, glaring at him. Bonnie shook his head. “I’m not lying, and no, I did not move away. Something happened on your 6th birthday that you had to forget at the time.” “What happened?” I asked, as what he said peaked my interest. “I’m sure you’ll remember soon enough,” he said, and I pouted. I thought for a minute and asked, “You sure you’re not lying?” Bonnie nodded, and, sighing in defeat, I opened the door. Bonnie came in and fanned himself with his right hand. “Whew, it’s stuffy in here.” “Okay,” I say as I turn the fan back on. I open up the cameras to see Chica in the Dining Area. “Oh no, not Chica!” I say. “We won’t hurt you, Darlene,” Bonnie said with a different- yet familiar- voice. I suddenly got another headache. The robot bunny noticed and asked if I was alright, but I couldn’t answer; along with the headache, I also got a flashback. I was in a bigger office, backed up against the wall as an even more withered, faceless Bonnie slowly walked closer to me, his right arm stretched out as if to grab the mask that I was wearing. We both then turned to the clock to see it was 6! He backed away and said, “You got lucky…” Once I was brought back from the flashback, I asked aloud, “Was that the old pizzeria…?” “Did you remember something?” Bonnie asked. “I think I did…Did I have a close call with you before?” “Right. The end of Night 3. You made a little slip-up, and I found out Annabelle was you.” “A-Annabelle…?” “The bear suit you wore in order for us to not recognize you?” I thought for a little bit. “Mm…don’t remember. Sorry…” The bunny patted my head. “Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault you don’t remember.” Just then, the clock struck 6. I stretch and get up. “I better get going; Samuel and Maria might be waiting for me.” Bonnie waved goodbye, and I walked out of the building. I got into the car, and my family and I headed home.
-w/ the animatronics-
Normal POV: “She still doesn’t remember?” Freddy asked Bonnie. “I think she remembered something, but it was only a part.” Freddy nodded, smiling. They the three animatronics on stage noticed Derek cleaning some tables. “He hasn’t killed more children, has he?” Chica asked, nervous. “Seems like he’s laying low for a while,” Freddy replied, “though I’m not so sure.” “Wait a minute,” Bonnie said, “I’ve never seen him look so…down in the dumps before.” “That certainly isn’t like him,” Chica said, “Do you think he’s regretting killing all those children?” Freddy stayed silent as he eyed the male, but he thought to himself, Even if he is, why would a murderer suddenly regret killing his victims?
Here is Night 1. Now it's time for my little break from this...
I only own Darlene, her husband and daughter, and the names of the spirits, phone guy, and purple guy. The song The Show Must Go On belongs to Mandopony. Everything else belongs to Scott Cawthon.
