"See you tomorrow," Mike whispered, though he wasn't sure if he was talking to the robots or himself.
Mike didn't look at the monitor. He heard the metallic skidding of feet against the floorboards. He lunged for the left door button just as a hook-handed shadow reached the threshold. The door slammed, and a rhythmic bang-bang-bang shook the entire office. Darkness and the Song 4:50 AM. Power: 4%. Five Nights at Freddys: 1993
He stood up, his legs shaking. He grabbed his bag and walked past the Show Stage. The three animatronics were back in their places, staring blankly at the front door. "See you tomorrow," Mike whispered, though he wasn't
The 6 AM chime echoed through the building. The sun began to bleed through the high windows of the dining area. Mike opened his eyes to find the office empty. No Freddy. No Bonnie. Just the smell of old pizza and the hum of the overhead lights turning back on. He lunged for the left door button just
The fan died. The monitors went black. The air grew still. Then, a pair of flickering blue eyes illuminated the left doorway. A slow, music-box rendition of "The Toreador March" began to play. It was Freddy.
Mike closed his eyes. He thought about the paycheck. He thought about why he needed this job. The music slowed down, the notes dragging into a deep, distorted groan. The eyes vanished. Ding-ding-ding-ding!