Author's Note

Ahh! Night Five was easier than Night Two! I'm sorry, I wasn't happy with this chapter. I didn't have any ideas. I might redo it sometime soon. So FluffyDoom, don't edit this one yet! Please!

Night Five

“I don’t want to go to work!” I yelled, acting like a child in front of my husband. As you know, I had a tough night the night before. It was eleven o’clock. Yes, it takes me thirty minutes to get ready, about twenty minutes to get there, then a couple of minutes to get my lazy butt inside. Dash shook me again. My head was under the covers, my ears flat to my head, and I whined. “I went last night.”

Dash sighed and shook his head. “Dashie, I know you don’t like this job, but you have to go sometime. You need it. Now get up and get your butt to work!” He rolled me off the bed, and the still bruised part of my head hit the ground.

I winced with pain, but got up, and walked into the bathroom. I muttered to myself and started to brush my mane. Suddenly I heard a small whine and turned to see my daughter standing, staring at me, her eyes tired and heavy. I, of course, jumped backwards and squeaked a bit, and she, of course, stared at me obviously confused out of her mind. “What are you doing up so late?” I asked turning back to the mirror.

“I heard you whining, so I thought I’d say goodbye before you left.” She jumped up and hugged me, and I squeezed her close to my body. I then started to keep brushing my short mane, and I kissed her on the head, said goodnight, and sent her off. I put my hat on my head, shoved on my uniform, fixed my tie, and finally left.

Sorry, I thought since you were reading about me, you should see how hard it is for me to get up in the morning. Anyway, I reached the café and unlocked the door. It creaked open, and somehow the atmosphere around the place felt even darker and creepier than usual. The shadows in the place were longer, splashing against the ground on the outside. I closed the door, and locked it so no one could get in . . . or out. The cool air was kept away from my burning skin. I was scared to death, but I tried to look fine. It didn’t work, of course, but I still kept my head high and my hooves hit the ground confidently.

I soon reached the office, and I wanted to just close the doors, curl up into a ball, and sleep. I wasn’t tired as I was on my third night, but it was still twelve in the morning. If that’s not a good enough excuse, you try to do this job every day. Strange how my body hasn’t adjusted to the late hours after being here for four nights; I guess it’ll happen sooner or later. I soon felt the cool temperature of outside the doors seeped through my uniform. I turned off the fan in front of me, and kept telling myself it would be over soon. I thought of it over and over again, and it soon didn’t bug me. I looked at the clock. It was twelve fifty-three and just looking at the clock made me feel even more tired than usual. I groaned, and picked up the tablet. The crack at the top was gone, and I sighed with relief. If I were fired, I would’ve gotten a pink slip. Then I would have to go home . . . and confess to Dash. Let’s not talk about that. The phone slowly started to ring.

I stared at it as it rang, confused and, of course, tired. “You’re dead!” I yelled at it. It kept ringing though, and when it turned on I jumped backwards just about to scream. My shaking body was crouched in the corner of the office, and my hooves didn’t dare move to grab the tablet. The noises were awful, screaming and groaning with agony. Even putting my ears to my head and covering them with my hooves didn’t block it out. I whined, and it finally stopped. I started to cry, and I got up to grab the tablet.

I put it close to my face so I could see. The lights were brighter than usual, and the ponies twitched in the place they stood in. I put it down and grabbed my flashlight. I clicked it on, and was about to go outside, but quickly checked the tablet to see where everypony was. Twilight was in the backroom and Fluttershy was in the kitchen, playing with pots and pans, and making noise with her robotic hooves. I sighed, and turned to the show stage. Pinkie still stood there, her eyes fixed on the wall in front of her. Her blood covered eyes were gleaming red in the light, and she twitched towards the camera only to go back to the wall. She giggled her little giggle that she usually giggled whenever I was here.

I put down the camera after seeing that Twilight and Fluttershy were in the same spot. I flicked the flashlight on once more, and turned towards the door, clicking it on to make sure that none of the animatronics were there. I walked outside, and slowly crept towards the show stage area. I kept as silent as possible. I didn’t want to repeat what happened the night before. I turned towards Rainbow’s Cove. Remembering what she had said last night. I reached for the opening of the curtain, but stopped when I heard whining from inside. My shaky hoof pulled away and I turned around. Pinkie stood in place. The show stage usually didn’t have its lights on at night, but now it did. I guessed the other employees had just done it to scare me, but I wasn’t convinced. Was this just to waste power? I didn’t have the key to go downstairs and turn on the generator. I shrugged it off, and turned towards the office. I made sure Twilight was nowhere near my door.

I walked inside the office. It was two thirty. The fan was on again, somehow. I sat in my chair, my hat covering my eyes and the cool air seeping through the warmth of my uniform once more. I clicked on the light on the left of me, and I saw Twilight staring at me. She stared the grin on her face. I closed the door, and started to hallucinate. The usual faces of Twilight and Pinkie came and it’s me replaced them. I shook my head, and they left. I knew the story behind the words “it’s me” but that’s for another time.

I picked my camera up and saw Twilight at the end of the hallway. I opened the door, and looked at the tablet again. I heard Fluttershy still in the kitchen, and I saw Pinkie’s white eyes in the dark background of the dining hall. I clicked on the light next to me, and opened the door once more. Then I turned to the other one, seeing Fluttershy there. I slammed the door shut and I started to breathe heavily once more. I stared into the dark outside of the door, and turned on the light to see nopony there. I nearly fell out of my chair, but got up. My head throbbed in the spot I landed on that night. I whined like a filly and I started to look through the cameras again.

Pinkie moved to the bathroom and Fluttershy went to the dining hall. I sighed and opened the door next to me. It was only three forty-five. After a couple of minutes of looking at the camera, I put it down in front of me and turned on the light on my left. Twilight wasn’t there so I turned to the other side and clicked it on. I didn’t see Fluttershy but a small sticky note attached to the window. I made sure Fluttershy wasn’t right next to me, and grabbed it quickly. I then put it on the table in front of me.

I couldn’t make out what it was so I stopped trying after a while of staring at the table. I sighed and turned on the light and saw Twilight there. I closed it and soon got bored. I whistled another tune and soon started to hum it. Then it turned to singing. I sang the short lullaby that I had once sung to Cake when she was younger . . . and here. I shook my head and stopped. I then flicked up the camera which was blacking out now and again. Twilight and Fluttershy kept popping up at my doors, but I was quick enough to keep them out. I started to close my eyes, but quickly shot them open.

The dim light didn’t make anything better. It messed with my eyes and made me feel even more drowsy than usual. Anyway, I kept flicking through cameras: Pinkie still stood in the bathroom, Twilight was in the supply closet, and Fluttershy was in the hallway. I started to look at the sticky note again. How did it get on the window? Why was it written so badly? If the animatronics did write it, how did they? I had so many questions running through my head that it started to give me a headache. I turned to the clock seeing four thirty sitting on it, waiting to change to thirty-one.

I hummed the tune I heard Fluttershy sing at times. It was stuck in my head, okay? The small song was picked up by a familiar voice, and I whipped my head around. The voice grew louder and I shook my head. It was Dash’s voice, but I knew it was just my head. I shook it again, but it still got louder. I whined a little again, and it soon left. I sighed and stopped thinking about the song. Voices screamed in head to go see if Dash was okay, but I quickly ignored them.

It was just in my head. The thoughts of Dash being stuffed into a suit soon started to spark in my head. I tried to stop thinking about it. It didn’t work, but I won’t go farther into that. The idea of Dash being killed was too much for me at the time. I shivered and I turned my head to the door to see if Twilight was there. She stood, staring at me, so I closed the door quickly.

It was five twenty-three. My eyes were closing every two seconds, and I soon resulted into scaring myself. I thought about very . . . unpleasant things that I should not say I thought about, and I soon woke myself up. At least it did! I stopped thinking about it, though it still lingered in my mind. Twilight and Fluttershy left me alone for a while, but Pinkie stood at my door, staring at the camera. The percentage was at twenty-two percent, and I had to keep my right door closed.

For the fifth night, things were going slowly. The hallucinations only happened once or twice. I thought it was strange how I heard many stories of ponies being killed before this night, yet I was still here. I flicked up the tablet and turned to Rainbow’s Cove. It was empty! Rainbow Dash was gone! I looked at the door and quickly closed it. The noise of banging came from the door. I started to shake. The tablet nearly fell out of my hooves. I looked at the clock. It was five thirty-four. The time was going by so slowly! I felt bags form under my eyes. I opened the door, and looked at the power. It read ten percent.

I kept thinking about Pinkie at my door. Could I open it then look at the camera she’s in? I reached for the door, but stopped I looked at the clock again, reading five fifty-eight. I shook my head, thinking I was just imagining it. But it was there, plain as day. I sighed, and looked at the percentage. Three percent! I wasn’t going to make it if I kept my door closed. I opened it but kept my eye on the door until I saw it was five fifty-nine at one percent. I breathed heavily, and I eventually saw it go down to zero. I slowly turned my head towards the other door, waiting to see Pinkie’s eyes staring into the room. I didn’t see them though. I suddenly heard a scream. Not like the animatronic’s scream, a pony’s scream. I listened more carefully and soon realized it was Cake’s voice. The alarm on the clock went off, but I didn’t dare move.