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The bathroom was dark, but when he opened the door, enough daylight slipped in to see exactly what was in there. "No... no! Fucking no!" Liam yelled out as he felt his heart dropping into his gut and then breaking. The white tiled floor was speckled with blood, a pool of it rested underneath a dead hanging cat. It was hung by metal wire that was wrapped around the pole the shower curtain rested on. In the centre of the cat's chest was a nail that was pushed inside him to hold up a note that just said, 'pay.' The look on the cat's face was horrific, his eyes were staring up at the pole it was hanging from, it's fangs exposed, blood dripping from its mouth and nose as if it had been hit in the face before being hung. Liam couldn't look anymore, but he couldn't just leave him hanging there. He deserved better than this.

"Fucking bastards..." Liam weakly whispered as he walked over to his dead cat. He tried not to cry as he reached out, and undid the noose. For a second, his heart stopped as he saw his cat's stiff body falling to the floor, hitting it hard. "Fuck... Sorry..." Liam knelt down next to Hugo, his tears dripping down his face and into Hugo's blood stained fur. Hugo wasn't just some cat to him, he was all he had left. His family didn't want to know him, his girlfriend had left him, and now the only thing that cared about him was gone, dead, killed in such a terrible way. It was getting hard for him to breathe, having to take in the fact that part of this was his fault. If he didn't take that money, his cat would still be alive, but he didn't feel like he had any other choice at the time. No one else was going to lend money to him, he needed that money to pay the bills, feed himself and Hugo. "I'm so sorry Hugo..."

Liam couldn't stop thinking about how horrible Hugo's last moments must have been. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. At first, all he could feel was pain, loss, the feeling of something precious being ripped away so suddenly. But as he covered his furry body up with a towel, he began to feel something else. Anger, rage, disgust that someone could really do that. The thought of his cat being brutally beaten before being hung was playing in his mind over and over again, enraging him.

"I will fucking kill them... I will fucking kill them..."

12AM

It was another night alone, in the dark. He knew soon they would be after him again, waiting for him to slip up. He had put down fresh bubble wrap outside the doors, but when he closed the door to the west hall, he was struggling to find a reason to carry on. There was nothing left to lose except for his life, that was the only thing he had left. His life felt like one disappointment after another, it was a fight, a horrible slog just to get through a day in his life. He had tried so hard to keep these thoughts at bay, but he felt like he couldn't take it anymore. He was tired of running, hiding, not just from the animatronics, but from everything. There was only one thing he felt like doing right now, and that was taking that claw hammer he had and smashing the skull of the man that killed his cat. He wasn't angry at the animatronics, he felt like they were just doing what they did, nothing personal. But that loan shark, he made this personal, he was human, he knew what he was doing when he hurt his cat.

"I will end him..." Liam whispered to himself, finding a new reason to live. He closed down the door to the east hallway before sitting on his chair, and picking up that claw hammer. Already, he was imagining himself hitting that man right in the jaw. "Put him in a fucking black bin bag when I am done splintering his bones..." Once he was done mumbling to himself, he realized there was a message left for him again. Liam decided to play it, wondering what he had to say this time.

"H-hello? Hello? Err, so you made it through to night three, congrats! I thought you would leave by now, not many people can handle being around roaming animatronics at night, ya know? Anyway, about the kitchen, some of the staff have been complaining about mess in there. Problem is the camera in there is a little faulty, but the audio should come through just fine. I was wondering if you know anything about that?"

Liam guessed he should probably leave a note telling the phone guy Chica seemed to like making cupcakes. If he did that though, he would be taking away something Chica likes, and something that gets him free food. They would probably start hiding all the ingredients from her, and he didn't want to upset possibly the only friendly animatronic in this place. Ultimately, he decided against leaving him a note about why the kitchen may be a little messy.

"So err, if you know anything about that just leave a message or something. Oh, one thing I forgot to mention, did you read the agreement before you signed up? Fazbear Entertainment is uh, not responsible for damage or person. Just pointing that out. No reason to panic though, you're a natural at this! Alright, b-good night."

Liam wasn't surprised they would put something like that in his agreement, he really should have read that thing a little more thoroughly. But he was desperate, he would have probably took the job no matter what.

1AM

The yellow animatronic walked down the halls, going to check on the guard. She was almost expecting more loud music, or yelling, or some other noise from the room after how active he was last night, but she heard nothing. Eventually, she reached the window to look in. All she saw inside was a man who looked broken. He was sat at his office, his eyes looking bloodshot after so many sleepless nights. He looked sad, but not scared. She wondered why. She watched him wipe away tears before looking at the blank monitor in front of him. The guard looked as if he was staring at his own reflection in the thick glass of the CRT monitors in front of him. Chica eventually left, getting an idea in her mechanical head.

Liam stared into the reflection, his eyes locked on to his own. His brain didn't even register the sound of popping bubble wrap outside that door. He was completely lost in thought, he was thinking about what he would do if he ever saw that man again. Although Liam was a security guard, he wasn't really a fighter. Usually, he was the one avoiding conflict, but all this stuff that had happened recently had changed him. He wasn't a fighter, but that wasn't going to stop him from trying to bash that loan shark's brains in. Suddenly he was snapped out of his thoughts as two loud knocks on his door rang out. He shot up out of his chair, pushing it back as he grabbed his claw hammer. He didn't wait for the animatronic to move, didn't even check the lights. Hitting the button, the door slid open as he raised the hammer above his head, but all that was there was a single cupcake.

"Chica..." Liam whispered to himself as he began to regret his actions. He could have taken out his anger and pain on the animatronic that never hurt him, never even tried to. Outside is room was pitch black so he couldn't see Chica as she walked away. All lights in the building were off so he could conserve power, only the light from the moon and streetlights outside. Lowering his arm, he let the claw hammer drop to the floor to pick up the single cupcake she had left him. This one was different, there was no face on it, only letters, three of them followed by a question mark.

'Sad?'

This only raised more questions, but more and more, he was beginning to believe there was much more to theses animatronics. He had meant to do some research on this place and on those machines, but it had completely slipped his mind. Liam sat back down, looking at the cupcake, thinking that she must have seen him upset. A little laugh escaped his lips, knowing that his family didn't care about him but some animatronic might actually care. He felt mad for even thinking it could have feelings, but he wasn't one to ignore facts. One thing was for sure, they weren't just malfunctioning. He picked up his pen and grabbed a notepad to write back to her, he believed she understood his last message to her. He only wrote one word on the piece of paper._ 'Yes.'_ After that, he ripped the page out and placed it outside his door before shutting down the office once again.

2AM

Liam felt so tired, he had been up for so long now. Over 92 hours he has been awake, and he was really feeling it. His eye lids were feeling really heavy, he was going to fall asleep at any moment. His blinks were slowing down, the urge to just fall asleep was just too great, the only thing keeping him awake was the faint sound of bubble wrap popping. Just as his eyes closed, two loud bangs on the door woke him up. With a loud sigh, he slowly stood up and raised his flash light, shining it through the window, making sure it wasn't Bonnie or Foxy. He wasn't completely sure it was Chica this time, she usually waited until he had finished of his cupcakes, but he hadn't finished it this time. He wasn't hungry, he had completely lost his appetite after finding out what had happened to his cat. He only took one bite out of the cupcake, and he only did that because he didn't want Chica to think he didn't like her cooking. Liam opened up the door as soon as he saw it was all clear, and picked up the small plate with the cupcake on it. Again, it didn't have a face on it, only a single word followed by a question mark.

'Why?'

It took his sleepy mind a moment to realize it, but then it hit him. She was asking why he was sad. This settled it for him, she was much more than a simple animatronic. He was thinking she could possibly be some kind of AI, if she was, he wondered why a pizza place would make something so advanced. Liam closed the door behind himself before bringing the cupcake over to the desk. Letting out a yawn as he sat down, he grabbed his pen, and began writing his reply. 'My girlfriend left me, my family doesn't care about me, my cat was killed last night, and now people want me dead.' Liam thought that about summed up why he was sad. He could go on, but he figured her problems were bigger than his seeing as she is an animatronic stuck here for what could be more than a life time. As he thought about that, another question popped into his head, which he then wrote down. 'Are you happy here?' Liam then brought the pen and notepad to the door, opening it and leaving them outside. This way, she wouldn't have to keep making cupcakes every time she wants to speak to him. Liam guessed it would be best if he got some sleep, so he closed the door and flopped back into his chair. It didn't take long for him to fall into a deep sleep.

?AM

Loud bangs on both doors rang out, awakening Liam immediately. It sounded like they were all trying to get in at once, slamming against the door with what sounded like tremendous force. Quickly, he got up, searching for his hammer, but he couldn't find it. He tried looking everywhere for it, searching the floor and the desk. He vaguely remembered dropping it somewhere, he couldn't remember where though. Fear began setting in, the metal doors were creaking and warping in shape, it looked like they were about to be busted down. These animatronics were going to get him, he could feel it, this was it. He pushed the chair towards the west hall door and climbed in underneath his desk. Liam knew this was a long shot, but he hoped that they wouldn't see him hiding here. His best hope would be for 6AM to come, fast. Checking his wrist watch, all hope faded. It was only 3:25AM, at least that is what he thought at first. The hands on the watch had stopped completely, he had no way to tell what time it was. "Shit..." Liam whispered just before the worst thing imaginable happened. The power went out.

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Author's note: Not so fun fact, I accidentally deleted this chapter. Thankfully I had this same chapter floating around else where. I got really worried when I first realized it was gone! Anyway, thank you all for reading and for the reviews and stuff! You're all awesome. :)