Five Nights At

Freddy's #6

The 4th Night

Mike Schmidt was suprised to find himself clamped in his own office for his second last night. It was going to be a thriller of a night after him kicking Foxy in the shins and slamming the door shut the previous night. (See Five Nights At Freddy's #4 The Visit + #5 The 3rd Night) He had no idea that he had the strength and energy in it.

It was cold and creepy and Mike was hungry and sleep-deprived. If you have ever been extremely hungry and sleepy it’s extremely hard, almost impossible to get work done and concentrate. Especially when a couple of animatronic mascots from a crappy pizza place are roaming about waiting for the right moment for them to strike and kill you.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Mike’s Apple watch beeped three times, signalling that it was time for his night shift to start. He was thrilled, the definition for the word “thrilled” means that he was both excited and scared. Ring! Ring! The phone was ringing it was probably the Phone Guy. He picked it up realising that Chica had already left the stage and was in the hallway near the toilets observing the low-hung camera.

“You’re moving? Already?!” Mike knew that the nights got harder, but that was just ridiculous, the night shift had JUST begun.

“Hello, hello? Hey! Hey, wow, day 4. I knew you could do it.

Uh, hey, listen, I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow. *banging sound* It's-It's been a bad night here for me. Um, I-I'm kinda glad that I recorded my messages for you *clears throat* uh, when I did.

Uh, hey, do me a favor. *bang bang* Maybe sometime, uh, you could check inside those suits in the back room? *bang bang* I'm gonna to try to hold out until someone checks. Maybe it won’t be so bad. *bang bang* Uh, I-I-I-I always wondered what was in all those empty heads back there. *chime plays*.

You know...*moan* oh, no - *noises followed by an animatronic screech and static*”

“Holy Crap!” said Mike aloud, not just

because of the phone call but

Bonnie the Bunny was

peeking in through the doors. 

“Not today, you don’t!” he yelled slamming the door, after one close encounter, he checked the other door and Chica the duck was staring in at him. “Shiz nuggets!” he screamed, slamming the both doors, that putting a giant impact on the power. It was very intense and Mike’s head was getting dizzy through all of the thoughts. Suddenly IT’S ME! There was a message that flashed vividly through Mike’s head. 

“MICHAEL GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” he yelled, banging his head on the table, grazing it.

A golden figure appeared in the room, floppy and limp. “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?” he yelled. The limp figure said nothing, it’s eyes were black and it seemed to stare into his soul. It was only 3am and he was already hallucinating. He flung open the draws of the desk feeling light headed, dizzy and feeling as if he was about to pass out. He retrived a knife and hacked away at the golden bear’s head. It ripped out, revealing stuff. “Oh God!” was the last thing that Mike heard himself say before he passed out. 

***

As Mike gained consciousness again his boss with his black fedora and a cigar in his hand was looking down at him grinning. “Hey, bud! You zoinked out, probably because of the dizziness of barricading yourself in those office!” he said. “When we arrived I saw you passed out on the floor, I had to call the fire department,” he said, pointing to a smash in the window.