Lights Out (Weapon Series III)

I decided that the best course to take was to avoid the robots. Before they closed the first one down, I heard they acted funny around adults. Tolerated them, sure; but if I wanted to get to where I wanted to go, I wouldn't want to have one of those freaks blocking a doorway and giving me the goddamn evil eye. Especially if they still have databases inside them. The guard thing might over-power whatever happens when they see Lester Chester, the child molester walking around- but if I was held in place while Phil's off somewhere with a gun, my ass would be toast.

Then again, I did have the cameras to keep me updated. Flicked on, heard the familiar crunching noise of static, and the figure was gone. I flicked through the cam's, panicking that footsteps would be sounding off outside at any second. Again, the restaurant was completely empty. Nary a soul or a mouse to be found.

I did see, in the west hall, another peculiarity. A door was at a right angle to the entrance to the Party Room, and arrows pointed to the two doors in the corner of the room, with a 2D cartoon Freddy on top of the pole, with his arms pointed towards both. Did I miss it, somehow?  The door was slightly ajar, opening inwards from the left with a poster of cartoon depictions of  Foxy and a pink, visibly female counterpart arm in arm. The two seemed to be staring up at the cameras, beckoning me to

I didn't want to really think about the implications this "new" door, and my reaction to it had on my sanity or eyesight, so I just put the tablet under my arms again. I pushed the curtain out a bit, and sat myself down on the stage, legs hanging over the ledge, before I pushed my self up and lowered myself down. My boots echoed within the red-eye weariness of the morning, as they touched the cheap plastic tiling. Some hairline cracks were visible on the plastic, causing a slight sinking feeling to my feet. Like the floor was pulling me down somewhere.

Setting a brisk pace, I made my way across the room while looking down at my cameras. I saw myself moving down across the screen, until my scalp disappeared. Opening the doors, I expected to instantly curve around to my left to enter the Cove, but I was instead treated to a card-board cut-out of Bonnie, at a forty-five degree angle, leaning against where the door should be. Freddy was still pointing down towards the end of the hallway, though, and I looked down to see light emitting from the office. I craned my neck to see more, only to see a brown, fur-covered hand slap the door button. A loud metal slam reverberated through the pizzeria.

Well, maybe they're supposed to act as guards when there isn't anybody around...That's what I told myself as I ventured a little bit down the hallway, and heard shuffling and metallic sounds in the office. To my left and a bit further down, was the elusive door. Getting near, I realized something.

There was no door. There was a passageway, and a frame, but the door that I had seen less than a minute ago was gone.

I leaned against the wall in anticipation, and shined my light in from around the corner. After hearing no noise in the room, I turned in to enter.

As expected, there was a stage. The curtains were spread apart, and an "Out of Order" sign was placed in front of the empty void of the back-stage. The stage was big, roomy enough for five robots to stand on at once.

But there wasn't any room for people to sit.

I realized, then, that the apex, the end of the platform for the stage, was stuck in the wall. It's point was burrowed inside the wall, in a horribly drawn up floorplan. There was only a strip of flooring from one end of the room to the other, on the sides of the stage. Despite the other strip being accessible only via the steps leading to and from the up-stage area. The walls were completely barren of drawings and posters, unlike the other rooms in the restaurant I had seen.

I could have easily stepped onto the stage as it was only a foot high, when I began to hear muffled circus ambiance in the wall the stage had stabbed. I put my ear to the wall to hear better, when my nose bumped a raised metal surface.

I pulled away from the wall to get a better look, and saw that it was a pair of door-handles and a door-knob, poking out from the wall.

I stepped back, and shined my light over dozens of objects, flickering like fireflies in the reflection of my flashlight.

The ambiance stopped.