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He had been so close. He had almost gotten out.
...he should have known that Fazbear's would suck him right back in again.
The building looks the same as ever when he steps through the doors, his shoes scraping over the dirty linoleum. It's only been a week or so, but for some reason the fact that things are so unchanged disorients him. It's just another night, another shift--it's as though he hadn't been inches from death the last time he was here.
Steven sighs, forcing himself towards the office.
There's a noise from up ahead and he freezes, his heartrate skyrocketing. No no no, it's too early. They can't be out already, surely? What, have they all been waiting for his return, counting the seconds before they can finish the job?
"...hello?" he calls, stupidly, peeking around one darkened doorway into the security office. There aren't any animatronics here, just--
Another security guard?
"Uh." Steven blinks, scratching at his head. He had been told about double shifts, but he had assumed that meant he'd be pulling doubles, not that the company had finally, finally recognized that this isn't a one-person job.
Thank god.
"Looks like it's you and me tonight, huh?" He sounds exhausted and utterly devoid of emotion, but he still manages a smile as he extends his hand. It's bandaged and shaking, and he wonders whether it would have been more polite to have forgone a handshake altogether, all things considered.
"D-Don't mind the--I'm fine. Let's just make it through tonight."
