012: Angel Eyes

            I just started cleaning. The brooms and shit were stored in the office, anyway. I found my drink that I'd brought in earlier, and given that I'd be cleaning for a while, I drank the rest of it. It was old Starbucks, so I expected it to be gross, but after one swallow, I realized it was especially gross. I gagged and basically threw the drink into the trash can hard enough to break it open.

            "Great." I just dusted off my hands. "That was disgusting. Guess I'll just eat later."

            After that, I just started sweeping. It wasn't too difficult, but you had to keep dragging the trash can with you wherever you went. I would listen for Springtrap, hoping to see it standing in a hallway, but I never did see it. When I got to the safe room door, I twisted the knob, only to find that it was locked. In the back of my mind, I felt like it was in there. I knew I could get it open, but I didn't have any hairpins to do so.

            Sweeping the halls, I mumbled, "Why would they turn you off so quickly?"

            It was weird. Unless, of course, that was the only opportunity they had to power him off. Something told me that Springtrap wouldn't allow it to happen willingly. It enjoyed being sentient a little too much. Passing the other animatronics in the hallways was also strange. They were frozen in place, lifeless. Even puppet, who was usually active. Balloon Boy, who was usually everywhere, was off, sitting in the corner. Either the maintenance men wanted to leave early, or they wanted to get away from this place as quickly as they possibly could. I didn't doubt that they got good pay, but this place probably scared the shit out of them.

            When I was in Chica's hallway, I could've sworn I heard something fall over in the hallways ahead of me. Either a poster fell off the wall, or something had been knocked over.

            "Hello?"

            Nobody answered. I looked around the corner.

            "Is someone there?"

            There was no response. It reminded me of the dream I had. When I knew something was there, but it refused to answer me and lingered right beyond where I could see. A secret, waiting to jump on me at the very last second. But then again, it could've been nothing. Posters fell off the walls by themselves all the time. I was no stranger to having to pick them back up.

            I felt my phone vibrate. It was just a Twitter notification, but I half hoped that it was Amanda. She never texted me back. I called her again, but it still went to voicemail. Something was wrong. She might've blocked me, but she didn't seem like the type. Something definitely happened to her.

            I kept sweeping. When I came to pass the maintenance room, I listened against the door to see if I heard anything. There was nothing. The only thing in that hall was Freddy, who'd been powered off. I swept around him carefully, like I was trying not to wake him up.

            Then, a phone call. I took my phone out quickly, only to see a familiar name on my screen. It wasn't Amanda. It wasn't Jayden. It wasn't any of my coworkers. It just read, No Caller ID. It was him. I picked the phone up finally and said, "Hello?"

            Radio silence, but nobody hung up.

            "I know it's you."

            No response. It pissed me off so badly. He must've thought I was stupid.

            "Fuck you. After today, I quit."

            I just kept sweeping, being a little less careful than I was before. Sam really thought I was the one to mess with, and I hated it. I hated when men thought I was weak. I hated when men believed that they could treat me however they pleased. I hated when creeps thought that they were above the law. I hated when creeps thought that they were above God. So many of them thought they could perfectly justify their actions, when in reality, it made them look more and more insane.

            When I got toward the front door, I could feel more dread than anything. I probably shouldn't have provoked him like that, but I had no choice. I had enough. I just wanted to leave this place and never come back.

            But, Springtrap.

            Regarding what I said, Springtrap was the only regret I had. Would it be angry that I'd never come back? Would Sam dismantle him completely, erasing all its memories of me? Would I be the reason for its technical death?

            A robot's death.

            Who knew it could be so heavy on the heart.

            That's when I realized I'd been standing in one place, staring at the floor. I shook my head and kept sweeping, knowing I had to choose my safety over the feelings of a robot that would've ended up getting dismantled or put in a warehouse, anyway.

            "You quit, do you?"

            I yelped, but didn't turn around. I was close to the front door, but not close enough.

            Not close enough for me to have heard Sam's voice behind me.

            "Don't be shy. You were so angry on the phone."

            His voice was weird. It had this muffled, singsong quality to it, but it was definitely him. "What are you doing here?"

            "This is my business. I do what I want to do."

            I heard him step toward me, and that's when I turned around. My brain pretty much took over, swinging the handle of the broom right at his head. I expected it to hit him, but it hit the Glitchtrap costume, which was looking right at me. Those half lidded eyes were staring right into my soul, no matter how hard I just slammed a wood handle into his head. It knocked him to the side a little at least, so I tried to run for the door. I didn't bring much with me besides what I needed, so I didn't care about what was in my bag in the locker room. It was all replaceable. My life wasn't.

            However, I felt the fabric of the costume around my wrist right before I got ahold of the door handle. It pulled me backwards, and I just screamed. Sam tried to get ahold of me, but I screamed again, trying to kick his knee.

            "Stop struggling!"

            I kept trying to elbow him as well. He was trying to get ahold of me, but given my size, I was hard to get ahold of. Not because I was big, but because I was small and pretty nimble. "Fuck off!"

            "Nobody will hear you! It's fucking pointless!"

            He was trying to drag me back toward the maintenance room. I was trying to resist it as much as I could, but he was unexpectedly strong. I wanted to cry so badly, but I couldn't. I couldn't show weakness. I just had to show anger.

            "Get off me!"

            I yelled that and managed to elbow him right in the gut, which made him let go for a moment. I was so disoriented that I had absolutely no idea in what direction I was running. That's when I realized – I shouldn't have been that disoriented. The walls were spinning. I'd been in altercations before, and without my head getting hit, this had never happened. Everything looked slightly blurred, and the lights were bright. I was trying to run, but it felt like I was dreaming. I could've sworn I heard banging coming from inside the building, but I couldn't tell from what direction. Was this a dream? This whole thing – maybe I was asleep in the office? Maybe I would wake up to Amanda sitting there? Maybe I would wake up to Jayden's smile? Maybe I would wake up to Adam and Isaac's laughter? Maybe I would wake up to Michael's overly logical explanations? Maybe I would wake up to the customers laughing and yelling? Maybe I would wake up to Springtrap, staring down at me with those gray, emotionless eyes that struck fear into every single person that saw them except for me?

            That's when I felt something grab ahold of my hair. It was a hand. I felt it pull me backwards, pretty much slamming me against the fabric of the Glitchtrap costume. I heard Sam say, "Stop running."

            All I could yell was, "Help me!"

            "That thing isn't going to help you!"

            I kept trying to fight him. It was the only thing I could do. "Help!"

            Then, the hand covered my mouth. "Just shut up already!"

            After that, I tried to scream, but I felt pain against the side of my head.

            Sam slammed my head right against the wall, which knocked me out cold.