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"We have to make it to 6am."

Mike forced himself to spit the words out, his voice wavering slightly. Kate's features distorted further, into a look of sheer disbelief, before she threw her hands up.

"You're joking," She all but shrieked, Mike flinching at the hysteria in her voice. "You have got to be joking! There is NO WAY we can make it to 6 am with those THINGS wandering about!"

"We can." Mike wasn't fully sure of this, but he was trying to reassure both Kate and himself. Kate narrowed her eyes at him.

"How?" She snapped, whirling around and gesturing towards the darkness that shrouded the doorways to the office. "Feel free to explain how the hell you know that-"

"Because," Mike cut her off gently, holding up a hand to silence her rant. It wasn't that he didn't sympathise with Kate- her reaction was mostly justified, considering the fact that she had just received news of the very real possibility of death- but he knew that they needed to stay calm and focused if they were going to survive the night. Kate was eating up time arguing with him, and if they let their guard down for too long then an animatronic could appear at the doorway.

"Because," he repeated, crossing his arms. "I've managed it."

There was a beat of silence, and then Kate snorted.

"Yeah. Right." It was clear from her tone that she did not believe him. "And then you willingly chose to come back for some reason, as well."

Mike frowned slightly; he was already wrestling with himself over his decision to come back, and he did not appreciate Kate questioning that- it just fed the niggling doubts and frustrations with himself that were bubbling under the surface, asking him why the hell he had returned to Freddy's.

"Yeah, pretty much," He told Kate simply. "I have my reasons for coming back."

For some reason, Mike's gut told him that now was not the time to reveal his plans to catch out what went on at Freddy Fazbear's after hours. He wasn't sure if it was out of mistrust, or if he was just concerned that she would fuel his doubts even further, but he decided against it, picking up the tablet that sat on the desk.

"If you're going to be working with me, then you need to be careful," Mike informed her, his voice businesslike. "You have to stay vigilant and on your guard. It's the only way to survive in this place."

Kate regarded him shrewdly, then a scoff burst through her lips. She shook her head slightly, as though there was some joke Mike had made that she had missed. Mike's brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what had caused this sudden change in temperament, when barely a minute ago she had been shrieking at him.

"I can't believe it. The solution's so obvious, only an idiot wouldn't get it," Kate muttered loudly, stalking across the floor and promptly pressing the red button on the wall; the right door shut with an echoing thud. Before Mike could protest, she streaked across to the other one, slamming it shut as well before turning around with a ridiculously smug expression on her face.

"The creeps can't get in now," She sniffed. "Problem solved."

The look on her face was one of sheer superiority and arrogance, though it began to fade when Mike chuckled humourlessly. He knew it was insensitive, but he could not help the laughs that burst from his mouth.

"What?" Kate snapped, sobering. "What's your problem."

Mike did not respond, but hastily moved across and pressed the buttons, releasing the two doors again. It took a moment for Kate to register what he was doing, and then she gaped at him, appalled.

"What the hell?" She snapped. "Why did you open the doors agin?"

Mike shook his head slightly, giving Kate a firm stare. "Only close the doors in an emergency," he muttered softly. Kate stared at him incredulously.

"Are you kidding?" A slender arm reached for the door button again. Mike grabbed her wrist before she could press the button, and she tugged furiously at his grip. "Ugh! Let me go! Do you want me to die?"

"Look," Mike grunted, trying his hardest to keep Kate from getting to either of the door buttons without actually knocking her to the ground, though he had to admit that it was tempting to do so. "If you close the doors, the power will drain!"

"Don't be stupid," Kate yelled, trying to lunge around Mike and reach one of the doors. "It's a hotel! The power can't just drain like that!"

Mike stopped for a moment, cocking his head at her.

"The security office is on a different generator to the rest of the hotel," He reminded her, before frowning. "Didn't Mr Stone explain that to you when you came in to apply?"

Kate bit her lip for a moment, as though trying to dig down into her memory, before shrugging.

"Maybe. I wasn't really listening to what he said." She dismissed, and Mike blinked for a moment at her totally indifferent attitude, before steeling himself back on topic.

"Anyway, if the power goes out, the doors won't shut at all," he stressed. Kate's face still showed that she was not getting it, and he suppressed a groan of frustration.

"And?" Kate prompted. Mike wondered if she was being intentionally dense about this.

"And, the animatronics will get in." He shuddered at the memory of the toreador march serenading him darkly from a blackened hallway, and Freddy's face flashing in the gloom. Mike wasn't sure if that was what would happen here, but from the warning he got about monitoring the power, he suspected that something would happen, and he could only hope he would never have to find out what it was. Kate finally seemed to get it and he saw a sheet of fear flit across her face, before her features assumed the same nonchalant look as before.

"Oh." Her tone was clipped, as though she was intentionally trying to stay calm. Mike did not buy it; he doubted anyone would be able to stay calm when they were faced with a situation like this. Even with the preparation he had done beforehand, Mike was struggling not to let his hands shake, so he was almost certain that inside Kate must have been terrified, having this only just thrust upon her. Then again, maybe knowing what he was in for made the situation worse for him, whereas Kate could still be in denial having not actually seen any proof of the animatronics' activity...

Mike's train of thought cut off abruptly when he realised, with a sharp intake of breath, that he had been neglecting the cameras. Frantically, he flicked the monitor on his tablet up, growing uneasy when he noticed just how many cameras there were. Keeping track of them would definitely be a nightmare.

Kate leaned over his shoulder, her hair tickling his face irritatingly as she stared down at the tablet while Mike flicked through different cameras. The picture was as bad as it had been before, he noted with a sigh. In the darkened images of the rooms, the animatronics that appeared on the screens looked even more menacing. He tried to remember where they were supposed to be as he flicked through the cameras briskly. The Cat animatronic was still in place in the hallway, as was the Raccoon, and it was a small relief for Mike. He hoped desperately that the animatronics would not all be active on the first night- while it would mean that he would get footage of all of them moving about and hopefully not have to return to the hotel, it would also be extremely difficult to keep them all at bay when he didn't know about their movements yet.

His hand flicked towards another camera on the map, and a view of the pool appeared. An area that had seemed almost perfect in the day time was downright frightening now; the potted palms that surrounded the pool looked almost like clawed hands grasping at the air in the grainy camera feed, the water unnaturally still and smooth. And the shark animatronic- Sammy, he recalled- stood in the midst of it all. Though he had not moved from his podium in the centre of the pool, the sight of him still made Mike's heart, which was already racing, beat a little faster; the solid black eyes were reminiscent of deep caverns in the moonlight, shadowed and enigmatic.

"The Shark is weird," he heard Kate criticise from above him. Rolling his eyes at her childish words, he flicked the camera again.

The playrgound. The two animatronics that resided there, Doug the Dog and Harold the Hamster, had not moved yet. Mike thought that he should feel some form of relief that none of the animatronics had moved yet, but there was still and odd gnawing feeling in his gut that kept him alert. He checked the clock- there was still a long time to go before it reached 1 am. There was plenty of time for the animatronics to begin to get active...

The lobby. (Freddy had not moved.) The show stage. (Bonnie and Chica were still in position.) Pirate cove. (Foxy had not even begun to peer through the curtains yet.)

Parts and services. Mike flicked to this camera, before almost dropping the tablet in shock.

He hadn't been in parts and services on his tour of the place. The manager had just dismissed it, though he remembered him mentioning that there was another animatronic, a lion, that had malfunctioned and was residing in there for the time being. It was the lion animatronic that Mike saw now, and though he hated to admit it, it was terrifying. It lay across a table in the parts and services room, its body damaged and dented, wires hanging from limbs that looked close to dropping off. A thick, matted mane surrounded the lion's head, and from what Mike could see, one of its eyes was missing, revealing an empty black socket. As Mike stared at the camera, he could have sworn the lion twitched slightly, and he jumped back.

"What? Scared of a little broken robot?" Kate muttered drily from behind him, but he could hear the slight tremor in her voice, and could sense that she was just as unnerved by the lion as he was.

"I want to keep an eye on him," Mike decided, before reluctantly setting down the tablet. Kate's face puckered in yet another frown.

"Why are you putting that down?" she demanded, making a move to snatch the tablet back up, though Mike stopped her.

"Continually using that can drain the power," he warned her sharply, and was surprised when for once Kate did not argue with his words, but withdrew and flopped back down in her hydraulic chair, starting to gyrate in it slightly. Mike hesitated for a moment, then pushed his chair across the room a few feet, the wheels scraping across scuffed linoleum as he propelled towards the door. He had figured this way out during his first shift, and that it was easier to do this than continually get up and walk towards each door. Pressing a hand against the metal wall to stop himself from rolling out into the hallway accidentally, Mike flicked the light button on. A wave of relief swept over him when he saw there was no animatronic waiting for him there, and he turned to Kate.

"Check that light."

He thought it was a fair enough request, and expected Kate to comply. But he should have known better; Kate scowled at him, crossing her arms.

"I don't have to do what you tell me," she said haughtily, and Mike groaned. Her defiance was ridiculous; he couldn't believe that she was arguing just for the sake of it, when there was so much at stake.

"Are you joking?" he was beginning to lose his patience with her, and it showed in the strain of his voice. "There could be an animatronic there! And if you don't shut the door quickly enough, then they'll jam it!"

"What, with their magic robot powers?" Kate huffed sarcastically, before shaking her head. "Look, I don't follow 'orders'. You want the light switched on? You do it yourself."

"But you're right there-" Mike argued, but was cut off when Kate flicked her manicured hand up to silence him.

"Fine. But I'm going to complain to the manager that you're being rude the first chance I get." She announced childishly, reminding Mike of a petulant toddler as she slammed her hand on the light button. The doorway was illuminated, presenting a view of the corridor, and Mike exhaled in relief; there was nothing there, except a grimy wall covered with a handful of posters and a bulletin board. Kate cocked her head at him as if to say "I told you so", but he ignored this; he was learning the best way to deal with her was to ignore her.

Midnight dragged on. Kate barely did anything, except occasionally checking the door when asked. Mike recalled that the manager had told them one guard needed to patrol the corridors, but there was no way he was going to let Kate, annoying as she was, do that, let alone do it himself; walking around where the animatronics lurked without any protection was basically like signing a death wish, and he just hoped that he could make it through the week without the manager finding out and enquiring why they had not left the guard's office at all.

While Kate fiddled with her nails and preened her hair, Mike vigilantly checked the cameras. Nothing was happening this first hour, but he had expected that; he recalled that the first night was the least active for the animatronics. Setting the tablet down, though keeping it close to him so that he could quickly flick through the monitors when needed, Mike reached into his battered rucksack and dug around for a few moments, before pulling out his flask of coffee. Pouring himself a generous amount into a plastic mug, he took a sip. Kate's face snapped towards him, and she looked longingly at the flask.

"What's that?"

Mike looked down at his cup. "Coffee." He hesitated, before doing the obligatory thing. "Want some?"

Kate stared critically at the cup. "Is it a mocha latte with skim milk and cocoa foam?"

Mike suppressed a snort at this. "No. It's black coffee."

"Then no, I don't want some," Kate declined, turning back to the magazine she had brought with her. Mike sighed, picking up the tablet once more. It was 1 am; the last hour had passed surprisingly quickly, and it was both relieving and terrifying- if an hour had passed, then it meant that the animatronics were likely to become active sometime soon. He began flicking through the cameras again strategically; the first hallway, then the lobby, then the pool... nothing seemed to be out of place, and he was about to relax again when he flicked the camera onto the second hallway.

The breath hitched in Mike's throat and he froze, eyes locking on the image the security camera displayed. Instead of standing to attention at the end of the hallway as he had been doing earlier, Roger the Raccoon had moved. He was now halfway down the hall, currently unmoving but crouched in a position as though he was about to lunge at the camera any second now. His black-tipped mouth was open, baring his teeth, and behind them another, smaller set of teeth that Mike hoped were only the endoskeleton.

A shriek made his head snap round, fears of the seeing the animatronics launching themselves towards him whirling through Mike's mind, but a second later his brain registered it as being Kate. She was staring in horror at the camera, her already wide eyes even larger.

"Oh my God," she gaped, and for the first time since he had met her Mike noticed that she was actually acting human. "It's moved. It's actually moved."

Mike nodded solemnly. With a hand that had barely escaped shaking, he flicked the monitor to another camera for a moment, before quickly turning it back onto the hallway and jumping back. Roger had moved again; his face was all but pressed up against the camera, mouth pulled back in what almost looked like a snarl, so close to the lens that Mike could see every faint mark and stain in the pelt that covered his robotic body.

"It's starting," he told Kate, and for once she remained silent.

"Don't put that tablet down," Kate barked at Mike, as he tried to set the device back down on the desk. "You can't put it down, even for one second, or that thing will move again."

She was totally lost right now, unsure of how she should feel. It was clear to her that the whole animatronics walking about in the night thing was not just some practical joke, but something serious; the fact that Roger the Raccoon had been moving proved it to her, and though she had already somewhat accepted it, seeing the animatronics moving made it real.

"I have to," Mike reminded her. "Otherwise the power-"

"Will drain. Yeah, yeah," Kate finished for him, trying to take a hold of herself and bring back her blasé attitude, though this was exceedingly difficult as inside she was unravelling quickly. "Fine. Just check it as often as possible."

Mike opened his mouth to say something, but seemed to think better of it. Instead, he took another swig from his coffee, Kate's nose wrinkling at the thought- she just didn't understand how anyone could drink black coffee. She preferred her coffee to be precisely made by a barista, with just the right amount of foam on top sprinkled generously with cocoa powder. As soon as this hellish night was over, she thought, she would be treating herself to a mocha...

Mike cursed beside her under his breath, and Kate turned to look at him questioningly.

"Lovely language," she muttered sarcastically, though this was hypocritical as she had been known to swear her head off at any number of people, usually reserving that sort of 'language' for teachers, college professors and her parents.

"Look." Mike pushed the tablet towards her and she looked for a moment, before a gasp broke through her calm façade.

The hallway, which just a few minutes ago had been displaying the Raccoon animatronic, was now totally empty. The camera stared down nothing but a bare strip of carpet, flanked by numbered doors; there was neither hide nor hair of Roger.

"Where did he go?" Kate asked, her voice climbing with each word. Mike shook his head.

"I'm not sure..."

He took the tablet back briskly, flicking through the cameras as Kate watched over his shoulder. Roger was not anywhere to be seen; they could not find him in any of the corridors, amongst the other animatronics, or lurking behind the dustbins outside the hotel. Mike looked extremely concerned, and Kate found this more disturbing than she would have liked to admit.

"What the hell?" she was starting to panic now, despite herself. "What do we do? What if he's gone outside the hotel grounds?"

"He won't have," Mike reassured her, sounding oddly certain. "Not while there's security guards in the building."

This remark made Kate narrow her eyes at him, suspicious now.

"What do you mean, 'not while there's security guards in the building'?" she snapped, flicking a strand of her hair viciously out of her eyes. "Are you trying to tell me that-"

Thud.

"What was that?" Kate quickly changed subject, staring at Mike, whose face was grim and ashen.

Thud. Thud.

"It means that Roger's somewhere close to us,"

Thud.

It was Kate's turn to curse under her breath now. Her heart was racing, threatening to pound out her chest, and she whirled around frantically in her chair, staring at the doorway.

"Whatdowedo?" her words blended together unintelligibly in her state of panic, hands fumbling for the light switch.

Thud.

"Turn the light on," Mike instructed, and she was amazed that he was able to keep so calm about this. That was, until she turned her head slightly, and saw the strained expression on his face, his eyebrows high up his forehead and his mouth set in a tight line. For once, Kate did not argue and flicked the light on, staring out into the corridor. It was empty, and she was all but shaking with relief at the sight. She turned to face Mike, watching intently as he flicked the light on and-

Kate screamed shrilly, falling backwards and knocking her chair down, scrambling to her feet. In the grimy window on Mike's side of the room, a face was peering into the office. Bright yellow eyes, surrounded by a mask of black... Roger the Raccoon was staring into their room, his face still set in a grin that seemed sinister rather than friendly right now. Slowly, he raised one of his animatronic hands, before tapping very deliberately at the glass. Kate could not help herself; another loud scream echoed around the room. As Roger began to shift closer to the doorway, Mike immediately pushed himself towards the button, and just before Roger could appear in the doorway the large hydraulic door slammed shut with a heavy thud, sealing the office from the Raccoon.

"Please stop screaming," Mike murmured, and Kate growled slightly at him.

"I'll scream if I bloody want to," she yelled, brushing off her clothes and gesturing to the door. "That thing out there is going to kill us!"

"Kate, I understand why you're scared," Mike sighed slightly. "But if you want to survive, you really have to keep a calm head, otherwise you'll slip up and one of the animatronics will get in."

Kate just shot him a scathing look, flicking her corridor's light once more before pulling her knocked over chair from the floor. She could not calm herself down- it was not physically possible right now.

"Is it still there?"

Mike flicked on the light, and she jumped back again. Roger was still at the window, only this time his face was in a different position- he looked almost... annoyed. A black-tipped hand slammed into the window with such force that Kate was surprised (and relieved) it didn't shatter. The two guards stayed frozen, staring at the animatronic as he gazed in at them.

"Oh my God, what are we going to do?" Kate tugged at her hair anxiously. Mike gently shushed her, and when he turned around she stuck her tongue out childishly at the back of his head.

"We just have to wait," he murmured. "He'll go away eventually... I hope."

"What do you mean, 'I HOPE'?" Kate's voice turned shrill again and she noticed Mike cringe. Roger the Raccoon's head snapped towards her, and slowly he crooked a finger, as though he was beckoning. Kate swallowed heavily, standing up.

"I have to get the hell out of here," she announced dramatically. "I don't care if I have to climb up onto the roof or something, there is no way I am staying here!"

Mike ignored her dramatic spiel, hesitating for a moment before pressing the light button so that the window was bathed in darkness again. Kate cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Why did you-" she began, before shaking her head with a groan. "Of course. It 'saves power'."

She said this in a mocking way, as though Mike's concerns of draining the power meant nothing. Mike just shook his head slightly at her, before checking the tablet.

The time seemed to drag for Kate, each minute weighing heavily and getting under her skin. Though she would never be one to admit any of her own flaws, she was impatient and was dying to check the window to see if Roger had disappeared. However, for some reason Mike was all too eager to leave it for the time being, though he kept the door shut. Kate fiddled with her hair, her nails, and the buttons on her shirt repeatedly, occassionally flicking the light on her door on to make sure there wasn't another animatronic there, until finally after what felt like hours (though it had been less than half an hour) Mike reached over to flick the light on.

Roger was still there.

Kate swore loudly at this.

"Why is he still there?" she yelled, before looking Roger straight in his yellow eyes, trying to push back her uneasiness with doing so. "Shoo. You, Raccoon thing- GO AWAY."

"Kate, don't provoke him," Mike warned, but Kate shot him a dagger-like glare and turned back to Roger.

"Leave us alone, you little metal freak-"

However, she was cut off when a metal fist slammed into the window with a force that made the glass, strong as it was, shudder. Then, the animatronic growled. A strange, mechanical noise issued from his throat, guttural and eerie, sending chills down Kate's spine.

"I told you not to provoke him." Mike reminded her, running a hand through his hair nervously as he watched Roger. Kate hated being reprimanded, but for once she didn't instantly fly into a rage at this, and instead found herself slinking back to her chair. Roger continued to glare at them, and his fist slammed into the window, making Kate jump once more. She could not believe this- it was like a nightmare, or something out of a horror movie- this was absolutely terrifying...

"Keep calm," Mike muttered out the corner of his mouth. "He'll go away soon enough if you just stay quiet and leave him alone."

Kate highly doubted that, though.

Roger stared through the window for a few more minutes at Mike and Kate's frozen forms, then giving them another irritated glance he began to move away, making the same loud thuds as before. The two security guards stared after him for a moment, and then Mike reached for the door button.

"What are you doing? It'll just come back!" Kate objected, and was infuriated when Mike shook her head- she was getting pretty sick of him disagreeing with her.

"No, he won't. Not yet, anyway. I have to do this, or the power will run out."

Despite herself, Kate found herself cowering slightly as the door slid upwards, half expecting Roger to reappear any second and rush into the office. Feeling extremely on edge, she lowered herself into her chair again, indicating the tablet.

"Check the cameras, Mick." She instructed. Mike raised an eyebrow.

"Mike." he corrected. Kate shrugged indifferently, though she had actually known what his name was- she would deliberately 'forget' names of people she considered unimportant. Still, with a little sigh Mike picked up the tablet and began to flick through the images again. Roger, it appeared, was now lurking in the dining area, which was a little too close for comfort in Kate's opinion, though she had to begrudgingly admit that at least his loud footsteps in the hallway were a giveaway.

"Okay. Roger's there, so I'll keep an eye on him for now. Freddy's where he's supposed to be... so is Sammy... the dog and the hamster are still in the playground... the cat is still in the hallway..." Mike muttered a constant stream of commentary as he looked through the grainy camera feed, though Kate was not sure if he was talking for her benefit or just to himself- she though disdainfully that he was probably talking to himself; he seemed the type to do that, she decided.

"What about the other two?" she asked after a few moments. "That weird bird thing and the purple rabbit."

"Bonnie and Chica," Mike corrected softly, making Kate roll her eyes- why he would stick up for two animatronics that, as far as Kate was concerned, were sadistic and monstrous, in any way was beyond her.

"Like I care," she muttered, though Mike was no longer listening to her; his brow was furrowed in a frown as he looked at the tablet, and despite herself Kate was instantly concerned.

"What? What is it?" she demanded pushily, shoving him out the way so she could look at the tablet.

The dim light in the restaurant area barely illuminated the show stage, but it was easy enough for Kate to see why Mike was suddenly concerned; the stage was completely bare, the curtains parted aside to reveal nothing.

Two animatronics were gone. Kate looked at the clock, before blanching.

It wasn't even two am yet, and already there were three animatronics they had to deal with.

Even she, despite her nonchalant attitude, knew that this was a bad thing.

Okay, did you like it? I hoped you enjoyed this chapter :)

Next chapter will show the rest of the first night, and some of the aftermath. And spoiler alert; night one will definitely be easy compared to the others, especially as soon one of the guards is going to be forced to patrol the corridors with only a torch! And soon they may start to learn the backstories of the animatronics and that nothing is necessarily as it seems...

Also, five nights at Freddy's 3 is upon us! Are you excited? I've been playing it, and I have to admit that it is pretty terrifying. Although, having said that, I still think the first game was my favourite. Have you played FNAF 3 and what did you think of it?