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- It's not the end of the world. It could get worse. You can survive this.
- That's what I told myself when the doors flew open. In the series of mistakes I had made in my life, working overtime on the graveyard shift was one of the worst. The robots had gotten angrier over the week. Faster. Better at evading my ever-so omnipotent eyes. This was it. This was the night they would catch me.
- I had crammed myself under the desk, shortly before the lights fizzled out as my power generator ran empty. I tucked my legs into my chest, and bound them with my arms. Sweat slid down my face as I listened to the all too familiar melody which had plagued my dreams over the course of the week. Freddy's face materialized in the window to my right, staring blankly across the room. I looked straight ahead, placing all my concentration on the poster of a robot ballerina plastered on the wall behind my still-swiveling chair. I didn't dare make eye contact with Freddy, much less move a muscle. His eyes radiated light which flickered in and out for a few seconds before fading entirely. I heard footsteps in the hallway to my right, which grew louder before ceasing. Freddy's head poked out of the doorway, facing towards the chair. The brown bastard stepped into the office itself, still looking at the chair. He turned, and looked to the side of the room I was on.
- I sat petrified, praying that I would not be seen. He took a step towards the desk and I bit my tongue to keep myself from yelping. It became apparent that he was looking above the desk, at the poster on the wall. The poster showed a picture of him and the others "celebrating" as much as their pudgy, emotionless forms allowed. In the corner of my peripheral vision I could see his head turn away, towards the doorway on my left. He took a step towards it before his eyes fell upon my side of the room once more. He walked to the monitors, upon which was a cupcake. His left arm moved forward, and clenched it between his thumb and the segmented chunk of fabric and fake fur upon which three immobile fingers rested. The hard metal was dented, with four large depressions in the cup. He looked at it for a few seconds, before placing it on the desk. As he did so, his head moved towards my desk. He froze.
- Unsure of what to do, I remained in my position. Frozen in place and staring dead ahead at the ballerina poster. The word "dance" flickered through my mind as I burned the poster into my brain, running through every possible opportunity to keep myself from moving. In the corner of my eye, Freddy was still. He did not move. He did not blink. His eyes were angled straight at my desk.
- With a roar, he charged at the desk and threw it up. Like a turtle out of it's shell, I was exposed. I felt naked and vulnerable as the hand which had clasped the cupcake less than ten seconds ago wrapped around my throat. There was a powerful squeeze, which silenced my screaming. My head was bashed against the wall, as disorientation overwhelmed my senses. I felt my eardrums shatter from the impact and blurriness of my vision. I couldn't hear anything anymore. The world spinning, I could think only one thing. This was it. This was the night I would die.
- I was wrong. Divine intervention sounded off the alarm which signified the arrival of six o' clock. Freddy's grip slackened as he stood still, frozen like a statue. He was hunched over, his arm reaching out for something that was denied to him. I stumbled my way past the chair, and stood in front of the ballerina poster. I reached for the handle next to it, and threw open the exit door. The lock engaged itself again when it closed behind me. I felt much, much better as my shoes stepped onto the pavement. The morning's cool, crisp air was exactly what I needed after several hours on duty. The purple skies above made me feel glad to be alive, as the wind blew through my hair. Running my fingers through my hair, I realized that I never felt better. My cap had fallen off in the scuffle, but that wasn't an issue. The pizzeria was somebody else's problem now. I would never have to suffer another night there again. I was amused to find myself humming the same melody that Freddy emitted as I walked down the street towards a cafe.
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