--- Day 1---

~Kayleigh Duburro~

Simple lights. They passed by as I sped straight through a red one, narrowly missing a pick-up truck. I was gonna be late if some stupid, fat policeman pulled me over. Thank God the only punishment I got from a few angry drivers blaring their horns at me. Screw it, if i didnt get to work on time, I would be setting a bad example for my family. They know I'm perfect, and perfect girls are never late.

I pulled up in an empty parking space and stepped out of the car, looking up at the small building in front of me. Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. I tucked my brunette hair behind my ear and took off my sunglasses . But something seemed off about the place. I shrugged it off and walked inside. And walked back out. Nope. Not doing it. That place looked CREEPY. The animatronics looked worn-down and old, the wallpaper was dusty and peeling off the walls. I was not going to work there for a whole week, not for a million bucks. I leaned against my car and sighed.I'll take three minutes to decide if I'm gonna work here or not. I've heard of McDonald's being a terrible place to start your career, but working six hours in that freak-fest? Someone would have to be crazy to work here. Or desperate . . . like I was. I guess having no money would be an excuse by itself to work here, but along with the fact that my parents would kill me if I told them I quit because it looked 'creepy' drove me to walk back inside.

I took a little tour of the place. It looked dirty, with little cups in the halls, old party hats on the dining room tables, and a strange metal door with a sign that read 'KITCHEN. Employees only!' Yeah, because kitchens are 'SO' dangerous. It made me want to go inside, but I decided not to, keeping the phrase, 'perfect girls never get fired' in my head.

After the two minute tour, I walked into the security office and checked a clock. 11:58. Two minutes early. I guess no welcome from my employer, then. Fine, I'll just do things the way I want. I set my purse down next to the chair and yawned, putting my earbuds in and putting "All About that Bass" on repeat. Leaning back, I rested my head on the back of the chair and fell asleep.

Odd sounds surrounded me in my beauty sleep. Static, footsteps, pots and pans, maybe being thrown around. I jumped awake and looked around. Nothing unusual. Picking up the tablet on the table, I flipped through the cameras, trying not to get any of the previous guy's germs on my french-tip nails. I stopped on the camera labeled 'Stage'. The bunny was gone.

A slight groaning sound came from in front of me. It sounded inhuman. I lowered the camera to see the purple rabbit staring at me with cold, blackened eyes.

"Perfect girls dont get caught"

Then there was a screech and nothingness.

Night 1 - 2 AM