Title:           FN@F - The Bite of '87 - Chapt. 1 "The End."
Author:          Skeptic_Writefag
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First Edit:      Friday 22nd of August 2014 01:21:45 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 22nd of August 2014 01:21:45 AM CDT

*Clang Clang Clang*
>That fucking fox.
>Go away already.
*Clang Clang Clang Clang*
>You check the tablet  for the other chucklefucks hiding in the shadows, but find that they are still meandering in the halls and checking crevices for ways to get to you.
>Their AI has seriously improved since the first few days of work, which was surprising to you.
>You’d figured with what little computer knowledge you had, [or at least what your friend used to rattle on about all the time], that complex AI like those computers playing chess require input to work off of.
>In your case, it would be your behavior and reaction times to shutting the doors in their faces, but even when they weren’t around, to watch you, they still slowly began to learn your mannerisms.
>You learned this when on week 2, Chica and Bonnie decided to pop up simultaneously to mess with the usual “1 in, 1 out” pattern you were accustomed to.
>How many weeks /have/ you been at this?
>About 3?
>Yeah, seems about right.
>You’re not sure how much longer you can hold them off, what with power being fixed each night, and their intelligence making it incredibly hard to maintain 50% in the first 2 hours.
 
>Being sure not to lose yourself in thought, you keep a close eye on Pirate Cove, but only for a split second each time you change to it.
>So far that Foxy animatronic has come bursting out after approximately 3 checks.
>The number goes down each time, but you can’t risk not watching him at all
>Nor were you able to keep the left door shut.
>The periods in which the animatronics stayed AT the doors seemed longer too.
>You’re fairly certain you lost 10% of your power in the first 30 minutes of the night from Bonnie standing in the window and just staring at you.
>Not even banging on the doors as they normally would.
>Just watching.
>Waiting.
 
>You boredly look back to your tablet
>Chica went missing again.
>You’d normally worry, but once more you hear noise in from the Kitchen “cam”.
“Mmmhh.. What do they even do in there? Make pizza for the next day?”
>You resort to asking yourself.
>It’d probably save your cheapskate boss some money on the labor.
>You shift in your roller chair and push off the ground with your feet to slide over to the East door, shutting it and hitting the light button, eyes still on the cameras with one hand, flicking through the monitor.
 
>You reach out with your hand about half way, but don’t meet the wall.
>Lazily and calmly, you stretch your arm your arm further to try and hit the button.
>You already kept your eyes on Freddy and Bonnie.
>They were still doing their thing. Bonny trying to spook you in the hallway.
>Foxy in the Cove.
>Chica in the kitchen
>Freddy’s Eyes glinted in the pitch black shadows that was the Women’s Restrooms.
 
“Damn what a perv, who programmed the path for Freddy to have a male bear peeping in the women’s restroom, even during off hours? What were they thinking?” you ask yourself, still idly reaching for the button.
 
*Shunk*
 
“WELL YA SEE, OL’ FREDDY’S GOT TA KEEP AN EYE ON ALL HIS FRIENDS.”
 
>Well that was a shit excu-
>What.
>You slowly turn your head around, eyes passing over the button, a heavy animatronic paw resting on it to close it.
>Trailing up the faux furred arm, you meet the oaf’s eyes, and his freakishly large and static grin.
 
“WHAT THE FU—AGHHHhhhmflghhhh!!!!” your shriek cut down to a muffled yelp with another heavy hand to the face, digits locked around your head.
“HANG ON THERE, BUDDY. YOU KNOW THE RULES. NO CURSING AT FREDDY’S. THIS IS A FAMILY FRIENDLY PLACE, AND YOUR HURTFUL WORDS COULD MAKE OTHERS VEEERRYYYY SAD.”
>You barely registered his scolding words; your brain was too busy shooting signals a mile a minute trying to find a way out through the panic.
>Thoughts of how the fucker got in, you tracked him! There’s no way he could have made it so quickly!
>Thoughts of what it’d be like to die : would your life pass before your eyes? That would be so disappointing. There was so much you haven’t done yet. You don’t want to die!
 
*Shhhhhhk*
 
>but it was all for naught, as your helpless struggling did nothing to deter the mechanical beast as he drug you to the other door and opened it, Bonnie standing on the other side as insurance.
 
“BONNNNIE. WE IT LOOKS LIKE WE CAN FIIIIIINALLY BRING OUR GUEST BACK WITH US.”