Pension-Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe (2)

	I should have picked up on what was going on at 1:30.

For the past hour, I was surrounded on both sides of my office by the robots. I checked the cameras every five minutes, and tilted my tablet every two minutes in the direction of each window to provide a little light. Since my lighting system was shot, I had no way to know what was going on, twelve feet away, behind four-inch thick slabs of steel.

I was blinded in more than one way. The red substance was placed over half of my cameras, and it had dried into a deep maroon coloring. The entire west half of the restaurant- the bathrooms, west hall, and west door cams-were  useless to me. The kitchen camera though, was now providing a visual feed. But like the others, it was "painted" over.

Since 1 AM, Freddy was walking in motion around the building. When the cameras were on him, he would acknowledge it somehow, such as pausing, or an acute turn of his head, but he would continue his way forward. His movements were slow and plodding, taking a step with one foot, and almost dragging his other foot forward. He continued "limping" on a seemingly aimless journey.

At 1:30, he was standing in front of the Pirate Cove. He stood in front of the stage, his hat and ears poking out of the bottom of my monitor. Very slowly, he tilted his head upwards towards the curtain. My feed went static.

Before flipping it off, I checked my power again.

59.75%.

I waited for three minutes, and then flipped the cameras on again.

I slowly stood up, and  walked to my desk. I  rarely sat here, in my four days working. The windows were right next to the desk, so on my first night, I was wondering where the rabbit was when I heard a soft thump on my left.

Very deliberately, I crouched by the right drawer, and angled the tablet at the west window.

The fox was hunched over, like he was behind the curtain.  It's head swiveled in my direction, just as I hit the off button. If IT saw me, I didn't care.

Chica was still where it was the last time I saw it in the window. Even had the same expression.

So where's Bonnie, I asked myself.

Flicking to the cameras, I checked the supplies closet.

Freddy stood in front of the heads. Bonnie was standing just out of view, to the right of the camera. It's snout was jutting out.

Freddy sang his song. It was much longer than the two other times I heard it before, lasting a minute, and ending with a jingle.

Light illuminated from three, five, eight mascot heads. There were also lights to the left of the camera, presumably in it's blind spot.

The song played back several times, too many different "voices" at the same time to count. The song played it's minute, and Freddy began to walk to a shelf, slowly lifting his arms as doing so.

Bonnie too, moved. It picked up that helmet, sitting on the table for over three nights. As it was doing so, it spun it's head to make contact with the camera.

The camera turned into a snowy, crackling field of black and white.