Now I worked at this…. Place? Establishment? Whatever it is, I worked here for about a month so far. I work the security guard here. Now why would anyone rob this children’s institution is beyond me, but that isn’t the reason why they need one.

You see the place I work at has these weird free roaming animatronic animals, like the Chuckie Cheese in your world (Wait do they roam on earth? What do you mean you don’t know, you’ve been there?!). There is a rabbit named Bonnie, a, what I’m assuming is a duck named Chica; a pirate fox who I call Foxy, and the main mascot, a bear in a top hat named Freddy.

The first five or six days were the absolute worst ever. They do not trust you whatsoever. They constantly tried to kill me, especially that fucking bird Chica really doesn’t. But the phone call said otherwise.

*somewhere in the middle of the message*
“….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 - They'll most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now, since that's against the rules here at *name of company withheld* they'll probably try to uh... forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy suit.
Um, now that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with cross-beams, wiring, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area, so you can 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 that would pop out the front of the mask. Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up….”

That enough almost sent me away the first night, but I needed the money and no one else would hire me.

Also that guy that called me, yea he got killed and I have ABSOLUTELY NO FUCKING CLUE WHERE HE IS!
….
Okay I kinda have an idea where he is but I’ll get to that later.

After the first 6 nights, the characters calmed down and weirdly enough were comforting. They also talk, which was a huge surprise giving that all I heard was groaning, scratching, screaming, and various other weird noises.
Although I still don’t trust Bonnie or Fucking Chica, (yes that is how I will refer to him. Her? It? What is gender of bird?!?!) I do trust Freddy and Foxy a little bit more.

Now the other nights were nice and mostly peaceful. Bonnie and Fucking Chica left me alone mostly. Foxy and Freddy would visit frequently, but would always leave when the other comes. I can understand that they are the most popular characters, but they’ve been acting weird around me and I don’t understand why.

The 20th night though, was the scariest night of all. I was minding my business, checking the cameras and stuff, but when I put the screen down, there it was. A golden suit of Freddy lying limp right in front of me. I literally jumped out of my chair and screamed. How the fuck…. What the hell…. This must be a prank. All those thoughts ran through my head.

No one entered the room, so I knew it couldn’t’ve been any of the characters, but I was curious about it. How did it appear, why did it appear, what is it and what is in it?

I only answered one question….

I walked towards it, cautiously as I thought it was a prank from the other characters. From the outside, it just looked like a normal Freddy suit, just golden. I put my hands on the head and pulled it off.
Nothing was in the head, thankfully. I threw that aside, and looked inside the body. I couldn’t see anything, so I was dumb and stuck my arm in.
…… “Warm?”
…… “Thick?”
….. “What the hell?”

I brought my arm back out of the suit. It was covered in a crusty and chunky yellow liquid, thick as maple syrup. I brought it up to my nose. It smelled rotten, rotten and burnt? You know the smell of getting something burned off your body, like a wart, yea like that but a thousand times worse.

I stuck my arm back in again. Grabbing around to see if anything was …. different. I dug around for a bit, eventually finding something’s hair. I pulled it up through the syrupy liquid.

It was a skull. Eyes popped out, jaw dislocated, random marks on the facial region, pretty much entirely broken. Then covered in that yellow crusty crap. It just really made my night so much better. And by better I mean I was stuck in a bathroom puking my guts out till 6:00.

I didn’t have to go to work after that for a week. A: I wasn’t allowed in there to begin with and, B: I needed a break. The smell of whatever that was wouldn’t leave my mind, or my arm because IT WOULDN’T COME OFF! I scrubbed for so many hours. It still kinda stinks.

I went back to work on the 28th. I finally felt more comfortable in my little tiny room. On my desk were two cards. One from the company, which I never bothered reading because ugh. The other from the characters, apologizing for what happened. It was sweet, but to think they did that. It’s crazy.

Remember the Phone Guy. That man I said who died and I didn’t know where he went. In that suit, I believe, was him. He was shoved into a Freddy suit, I knew that, but not even the company knew where it went. That skull had to be his. I wonder how long he was in there though…. Since those recordings were several decades old.
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AH yes, I did indeed write this. I'm proud of it too, it was really fun. Its also what I think would happen maybe eventually.
Any who I hope you enjoyed it and I hope people at school do also.