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                       Oliver didn’t like his job at the best of times. He’d entered it                              thinking it would be easy, he’d just have to get over his fear of                            the dark! He would just sleep, that’s what he’d thought. He                                  wouldn’t have to worry about murderous animatronics, he                                  wouldn’t have to worry about dying every night. But, of course,                        he was the most unfortunate man alive. And there was no                                  instructions, so he’d had to figure this all out on his own. That’s                          why he left messages for the next guard. They’d probably have a                      better chance than he’d had, after all.

                           That’s besides the point. Today, his first day of his third week,                      everything had been a bit too, uh, mellow, he supposed. Bonnie                        was the only one that’d moved, and even then they hadn’t gotten                      anywhere near his office. So far, at least. Though, checking his                          tablet again, he couldn’t seem to find that rabbit anywhere, and                          terror coursed through his veins as he lowered the tablet. Well,                          Bonnie wasn’t in the room, so he supposed that was good. Now                        Oliver moved to check the door light, and nearly yelled. Found                          Bonnie. He quickly closed the door, yelling the most dignified                              thing he could in this given situation.

                                    The night guard frowned, doubting                                     that the suit wanted anything. Probably                                     wasn’t even aware of the guy inside it.                                     Finally, near the back of the head, Ollie                                     managed to find a decent-sized gap and                                      pulled hard as he could– not that that did                                     any good. At all.

                                    His frown only deepened but he did as                                     the other night guard told him to, silently                                     thanking god that the other door still worked.                                     He hated that fucking chicken shitlord.                                     Then he turned back towards the animatronic.

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                         ❛Me to move back in. Not that I’m gonna.                           I’m not going to pay those shitheads rent.❜                                       Obviously not a good relationship with                                     his parents.

                              He glanced up at the rabbit, shrugging a bit                               to himself. Well, they needed some sort of                               explanation

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                         ❛Me to move back in. Not that I’m gonna.                           I’m not going to pay those shitheads rent.❜                                       Obviously not a good relationship with                                     his parents.

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                       Oliver didn’t like his job at the best of times. He’d entered it                              thinking it would be easy, he’d just have to get over his fear of                            the dark! He would just sleep, that’s what he’d thought. He                                  wouldn’t have to worry about murderous animatronics, he                                  wouldn’t have to worry about dying every night. But, of course,                        he was the most unfortunate man alive. And there was no                                  instructions, so he’d had to figure this all out on his own. That’s                          why he left messages for the next guard. They’d probably have a                      better chance than he’d had, after all.

                           That’s besides the point. Today, his first day of his third week,                      everything had been a bit too, uh, mellow, he supposed. Bonnie                        was the only one that’d moved, and even then they hadn’t gotten                      anywhere near his office. So far, at least. Though, checking his                          tablet again, he couldn’t seem to find that rabbit anywhere, and                          terror coursed through his veins as he lowered the tablet. Well,                          Bonnie wasn’t in the room, so he supposed that was good. Now                        Oliver moved to check the door light, and nearly yelled. Found                          Bonnie. He quickly closed the door, yelling the most dignified                              thing he could in this given situation.

                                    The night guard frowned, doubting                                     that the suit wanted anything. Probably                                     wasn’t even aware of the guy inside it.                                     Finally, near the back of the head, Ollie                                     managed to find a decent-sized gap and                                      pulled hard as he could– not that that did                                     any good. At all.

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                       Oliver didn’t like his job at the best of times. He’d entered it                              thinking it would be easy, he’d just have to get over his fear of                            the dark! He would just sleep, that’s what he’d thought. He                                  wouldn’t have to worry about murderous animatronics, he                                  wouldn’t have to worry about dying every night. But, of course,                        he was the most unfortunate man alive. And there was no                                  instructions, so he’d had to figure this all out on his own. That’s                          why he left messages for the next guard. They’d probably have a                      better chance than he’d had, after all.

                           That’s besides the point. Today, his first day of his third week,                      everything had been a bit too, uh, mellow, he supposed. Bonnie                        was the only one that’d moved, and even then they hadn’t gotten                      anywhere near his office. So far, at least. Though, checking his                          tablet again, he couldn’t seem to find that rabbit anywhere, and                          terror coursed through his veins as he lowered the tablet. Well,                          Bonnie wasn’t in the room, so he supposed that was good. Now                        Oliver moved to check the door light, and nearly yelled. Found                          Bonnie. He quickly closed the door, yelling the most dignified                              thing he could in this given situation.

                                    Oliver nodded, standing on his tiptoes                                      to feel around the animatronic head.                                      If this guy had gotten stuck, assuming                                     he had gotten himself in there, they                                      couldn’t of screwed it down. As he tried                                     to find a way to get the head off, he                                     asked,                                    

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                       Oliver didn’t like his job at the best of times. He’d entered it                              thinking it would be easy, he’d just have to get over his fear of                            the dark! He would just sleep, that’s what he’d thought. He                                  wouldn’t have to worry about murderous animatronics, he                                  wouldn’t have to worry about dying every night. But, of course,                        he was the most unfortunate man alive. And there was no                                  instructions, so he’d had to figure this all out on his own. That’s                          why he left messages for the next guard. They’d probably have a                      better chance than he’d had, after all.

                           That’s besides the point. Today, his first day of his third week,                      everything had been a bit too, uh, mellow, he supposed. Bonnie                        was the only one that’d moved, and even then they hadn’t gotten                      anywhere near his office. So far, at least. Though, checking his                          tablet again, he couldn’t seem to find that rabbit anywhere, and                          terror coursed through his veins as he lowered the tablet. Well,                          Bonnie wasn’t in the room, so he supposed that was good. Now                        Oliver moved to check the door light, and nearly yelled. Found                          Bonnie. He quickly closed the door, yelling the most dignified                              thing he could in this given situation.

                        ❛Shane? That’s a nice name.                          I’m Oliver.❜                                     The night guard thought for a moment.                                      How long had he been working here                                     Three weeks? Four? He’d lost track                                     Himself, to be entirely honest. No,                                      instead he found himself wondering                                     what the man inside of the suit even                                      looked like. He knew not to get his                                     hopes up, he doubted they’d be cute,                                     but… Oh, he should help them anyways,                                     not be selfish                   

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                       Oliver didn’t like his job at the best of times. He’d entered it                              thinking it would be easy, he’d just have to get over his fear of                            the dark! He would just sleep, that’s what he’d thought. He                                  wouldn’t have to worry about murderous animatronics, he                                  wouldn’t have to worry about dying every night. But, of course,                        he was the most unfortunate man alive. And there was no                                  instructions, so he’d had to figure this all out on his own. That’s                          why he left messages for the next guard. They’d probably have a                      better chance than he’d had, after all.

                           That’s besides the point. Today, his first day of his third week,                      everything had been a bit too, uh, mellow, he supposed. Bonnie                        was the only one that’d moved, and even then they hadn’t gotten                      anywhere near his office. So far, at least. Though, checking his                          tablet again, he couldn’t seem to find that rabbit anywhere, and                          terror coursed through his veins as he lowered the tablet. Well,                          Bonnie wasn’t in the room, so he supposed that was good. Now                        Oliver moved to check the door light, and nearly yelled. Found                          Bonnie. He quickly closed the door, yelling the most dignified                              thing he could in this given situation.

                                     Oh, well that (didn’t really) explain a lot.                                      Why would whoever it was in the suit try                                      to kill him every goddamn night? No matter,                                      he leaned in in an attempt to look into the                                       animatronic’s head.   

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                       Oliver didn’t like his job at the best of times. He’d entered it                              thinking it would be easy, he’d just have to get over his fear of                            the dark! He would just sleep, that’s what he’d thought. He                                  wouldn’t have to worry about murderous animatronics, he                                  wouldn’t have to worry about dying every night. But, of course,                        he was the most unfortunate man alive. And there was no                                  instructions, so he’d had to figure this all out on his own. That’s                          why he left messages for the next guard. They’d probably have a                      better chance than he’d had, after all.

                           That’s besides the point. Today, his first day of his third week,                      everything had been a bit too, uh, mellow, he supposed. Bonnie                        was the only one that’d moved, and even then they hadn’t gotten                      anywhere near his office. So far, at least. Though, checking his                          tablet again, he couldn’t seem to find that rabbit anywhere, and                          terror coursed through his veins as he lowered the tablet. Well,                          Bonnie wasn’t in the room, so he supposed that was good. Now                        Oliver moved to check the door light, and nearly yelled. Found                          Bonnie. He quickly closed the door, yelling the most dignified                              thing he could in this given situation.

                                  Oliver frowned a bit, glancing at the ground                                   before he glanced back up at the animatronic.                                   deciding to instead focus on the whole voice                                   thing. Why would there be a voice separate                                   from the prerecorded voice box? Unless…                                   He reached up to poke at the rabbits head.

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                       Oliver didn’t like his job at the best of times. He’d entered it                              thinking it would be easy, he’d just have to get over his fear of                            the dark! He would just sleep, that’s what he’d thought. He                                  wouldn’t have to worry about murderous animatronics, he                                  wouldn’t have to worry about dying every night. But, of course,                        he was the most unfortunate man alive. And there was no                                  instructions, so he’d had to figure this all out on his own. That’s                          why he left messages for the next guard. They’d probably have a                      better chance than he’d had, after all.

                           That’s besides the point. Today, his first day of his third week,                      everything had been a bit too, uh, mellow, he supposed. Bonnie                        was the only one that’d moved, and even then they hadn’t gotten                      anywhere near his office. So far, at least. Though, checking his                          tablet again, he couldn’t seem to find that rabbit anywhere, and                          terror coursed through his veins as he lowered the tablet. Well,                          Bonnie wasn’t in the room, so he supposed that was good. Now                        Oliver moved to check the door light, and nearly yelled. Found                          Bonnie. He quickly closed the door, yelling the most dignified                              thing he could in this given situation.

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                       Oliver didn’t like his job at the best of times. He’d entered it                              thinking it would be easy, he’d just have to get over his fear of                            the dark! He would just sleep, that’s what he’d thought. He                                  wouldn’t have to worry about murderous animatronics, he                                  wouldn’t have to worry about dying every night. But, of course,                        he was the most unfortunate man alive. And there was no                                  instructions, so he’d had to figure this all out on his own. That’s                          why he left messages for the next guard. They’d probably have a                      better chance than he’d had, after all.

                           That’s besides the point. Today, his first day of his third week,                      everything had been a bit too, uh, mellow, he supposed. Bonnie                        was the only one that’d moved, and even then they hadn’t gotten                      anywhere near his office. So far, at least. Though, checking his                          tablet again, he couldn’t seem to find that rabbit anywhere, and                          terror coursed through his veins as he lowered the tablet. Well,                          Bonnie wasn’t in the room, so he supposed that was good. Now                        Oliver moved to check the door light, and nearly yelled. Found                          Bonnie. He quickly closed the door, yelling the most dignified                              thing he could in this given situation.

                                  Well, he didn’t like this. At all.

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                       Oliver didn’t like his job at the best of times. He’d entered it                              thinking it would be easy, he’d just have to get over his fear of                            the dark! He would just sleep, that’s what he’d thought. He                                  wouldn’t have to worry about murderous animatronics, he                                  wouldn’t have to worry about dying every night. But, of course,                        he was the most unfortunate man alive. And there was no                                  instructions, so he’d had to figure this all out on his own. That’s                          why he left messages for the next guard. They’d probably have a                      better chance than he’d had, after all.

                           That’s besides the point. Today, his first day of his third week,                      everything had been a bit too, uh, mellow, he supposed. Bonnie                        was the only one that’d moved, and even then they hadn’t gotten                      anywhere near his office. So far, at least. Though, checking his                          tablet again, he couldn’t seem to find that rabbit anywhere, and                          terror coursed through his veins as he lowered the tablet. Well,                          Bonnie wasn’t in the room, so he supposed that was good. Now                        Oliver moved to check the door light, and nearly yelled. Found                          Bonnie. He quickly closed the door, yelling the most dignified                              thing he could in this given situation.

He hesitated, taking a deep breath and doing a self check before speaking. Yeah… yeah, he was fine. This was fine. He’s okay.

                           Well, then. He didn’t know the animatronics could talk. Aside                              from the normal voicebox, at least. And this didn’t even sound                            like Bonnie’s usual voice. What the hell? Oliver honestly                                      couldn’t manage anything in response other than;

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                       Oliver didn’t like his job at the best of times. He’d entered it                              thinking it would be easy, he’d just have to get over his fear of                            the dark! He would just sleep, that’s what he’d thought. He                                  wouldn’t have to worry about murderous animatronics, he                                  wouldn’t have to worry about dying every night. But, of course,                        he was the most unfortunate man alive. And there was no                                  instructions, so he’d had to figure this all out on his own. That’s                          why he left messages for the next guard. They’d probably have a                      better chance than he’d had, after all.

                           That’s besides the point. Today, his first day of his third week,                      everything had been a bit too, uh, mellow, he supposed. Bonnie                        was the only one that’d moved, and even then they hadn’t gotten                      anywhere near his office. So far, at least. Though, checking his                          tablet again, he couldn’t seem to find that rabbit anywhere, and                          terror coursed through his veins as he lowered the tablet. Well,                          Bonnie wasn’t in the room, so he supposed that was good. Now                        Oliver moved to check the door light, and nearly yelled. Found                          Bonnie. He quickly closed the door, yelling the most dignified                              thing he could in this given situation.

Did it… break? He felt a twinge of a strange feeling inside him… pleasure? Humor at it? Strange. Those strange feelings that surfaced in the fuzz… they were… hmm. Weird. But if the doors were broken… well, the night guard was in much more danger. He took a deep breath, trying to control the static. Okay. The feelings were there, but he knew that, and he was in control. Its fine.

                                      Well, fuck. Bonnie was coming and and the doors                                               didn’t work. So, even if, say, didn’t kill him, Chica                                                 would. Or maybe even Foxy! Or Freddy! God, this                                               night was just turning out absolutely w o n d e r f u l,                                         wasn’t it? Just fucking amazing. He braced himself for                                       the worst, knowing that Bonnie was, more than likely,                                         going to murder him– but no, the thing just… it just                                             stared.

He hesitated, taking a deep breath and doing a self check before speaking. Yeah... yeah, he was fine. This was fine. He's okay.

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                       Oliver didn’t like his job at the best of times. He’d entered it                              thinking it would be easy, he’d just have to get over his fear of                            the dark! He would just sleep, that’s what he’d thought. He                                  wouldn’t have to worry about murderous animatronics, he                                  wouldn’t have to worry about dying every night. But, of course,                        he was the most unfortunate man alive. And there was no                                  instructions, so he’d had to figure this all out on his own. That’s                          why he left messages for the next guard. They’d probably have a                      better chance than he’d had, after all.

                           That’s besides the point. Today, his first day of his third week,                      everything had been a bit too, uh, mellow, he supposed. Bonnie                        was the only one that’d moved, and even then they hadn’t gotten                      anywhere near his office. So far, at least. Though, checking his                          tablet again, he couldn’t seem to find that rabbit anywhere, and                          terror coursed through his veins as he lowered the tablet. Well,                          Bonnie wasn’t in the room, so he supposed that was good. Now                        Oliver moved to check the door light, and nearly yelled. Found                          Bonnie. He quickly closed the door, yelling the most dignified                              thing he could in this given situation.

He just watched. Watched as the night guard looked through the cameras, watching his expression as he flicked through the cameras looking for- and then he seemed to have a moment of realization, looking up, looking around, and then turning on the light. And promptly slamming the door shut.

There was a spark of irritation, indignation from somewhere inside, but there was also a significant relief. Even the loud fuck off was understandable. And with the door shut, the static faded a bit, his limbs relaxing a bit.

He let out a soft sigh. He really wished he could approach the night guard without that. Overwhelming impulse. He really didn’t come down here to stuff him in a fucking suit.

                                      After a few moments, he started to wonder. Had                                              Bonnie left yet? He pressed the door light, but he                                                couldn’t really tell. The shadow had no distinct bunny like                                    shape, so he supposed that he’d have to open the door                                      to be certain, and that’s what he did. But he was in for                                        quite a fright as he was confronted with what he’d                                              already known was there, and yelped once again. As he                                    tried to close the door, well, it didn’t work.

Did it... break? He felt a twinge of a strange feeling inside him... pleasure? Humor at it? Strange. Those strange feelings that surfaced in the fuzz... they were... hmm. Weird. But if the doors were broken... well, the night guard was in much more danger. He took a deep breath, trying to control the static. Okay. The feelings were there, but he knew that, and he was in control. Its fine.

          [☏]—

                       Oliver didn’t like his job at the best of times. He’d entered it                              thinking it would be easy, he’d just have to get over his fear of                            the dark! He would just sleep, that’s what he’d thought. He                                  wouldn’t have to worry about murderous animatronics, he                                  wouldn’t have to worry about dying every night. But, of course,                        he was the most unfortunate man alive. And there was no                                  instructions, so he’d had to figure this all out on his own. That’s                          why he left messages for the next guard. They’d probably have a                      better chance than he’d had, after all.

                           That’s besides the point. Today, his first day of his third week,                      everything had been a bit too, uh, mellow, he supposed. Bonnie                        was the only one that’d moved, and even then they hadn’t gotten                      anywhere near his office. So far, at least. Though, checking his                          tablet again, he couldn’t seem to find that rabbit anywhere, and                          terror coursed through his veins as he lowered the tablet. Well,                          Bonnie wasn’t in the room, so he supposed that was good. Now                        Oliver moved to check the door light, and nearly yelled. Found                          Bonnie. He quickly closed the door, yelling the most dignified                              thing he could in this given situation.

He just watched. Watched as the night guard looked through the cameras, watching his expression as he flicked through the cameras looking for- and then he seemed to have a moment of realization, looking up, looking around, and then turning on the light. And promptly slamming the door shut.

Therewas a spark of irritation, indignation from somewhere inside, but there was also a significant relief. Even the loud fuck off was understandable. And with the door shut, the static faded a bit, his limbs relaxing a bit.

He let out a soft sigh. He really wished he could approach the nightguard without that. Overwhelming impulse. He really didnt come down here to stuff him in a fucking suit.