Chapter #6Chapter 1: Night Guard's Vigil by: Offbrunn0   The dimly lit security office hummed with the steady whir of monitors, casting an eerie glow across the cramped space. The Night Guard, known only by his title, sat hunched over the surveillance screens, his eyes darting between the various camera feeds that monitored every corner of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.
It was supposed to be a simple job—watch the cameras, ensure nothing went wrong, and survive until dawn. But tonight, like many nights before, things were far from simple.
As he scanned the cameras, a flicker of movement caught his attention on the right side monitors. Toy Chica stood motionless in the brightly colored party room, her oversized eyes fixed not on the camera lens, but on the small animatronic cupcake she cradled in her plasticky hands.
The guard furrowed his brow. It was unusual for the animatronics to behave out of their programmed routines. Toy Chica's gaze shifted from the cupcake to something beyond the camera's view. The image flickered briefly, and when it stabilized again, the cupcake was visibly damaged, bits of its mechanical parts scattered on the floor.
A chill ran down the guard's spine. He leaned closer to the screen, squinting to make sense of what he was seeing. Toy Chica, still holding the remnants of the cupcake, appeared to be... growing?
The guard's pulse quickened. He tapped the screen as if to confirm his suspicion, but each time he looked away and back, Toy Chica seemed subtly larger, her joints moving with an unnerving fluidity that defied her normal design.
A knot tightened in the guard's stomach. He glanced at the time—only 2 AM. Three more hours until he could breathe easy, if he made it that far.
The animatronics were not supposed to change. They were supposed to entertain, to dance mechanically in their designated spots, not to evolve or exhibit behaviors that hinted at something far more sinister.
With a shaky hand, the guard reached for the emergency phone, hesitating. Who would believe him? Who would come to his aid in this labyrinth of metal and synthetic smiles?
He swallowed hard, his gaze darting back to the monitor where Toy Chica now stood, a fraction taller than before, her eyes fixed on the camera once more, as if aware of his scrutiny.
The night stretched on, the air thick with tension. The guard's only comfort was the knowledge that dawn would eventually come, ending this nightmarish shift. But until then, he was alone in the dark, watching, waiting, and hoping against hope that the animatronics remained where they belonged—trapped behind glass and wires.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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