Murder of Crows

Chapter Six; A Gift...?

Murder of Crows

The following days passed by oddly. Some days felt significantly slower than others, but the night came and went quickly. For most though, it was the other way around. Mr. Henry and Mr. Afton were buried in legal work; or at least that's what you could assume from their continued absence.

With a sigh, you unlocked your locker, placing your bag in it, as you usually do. Yet, a surprising sight held itself infront of you. A small red box, tied up with an equally red bow sat in the center of your small, purple locker. 'What...?' You flipped over a small tag attached to the box, reading,
'For: Y/N'.

'Huh.' This had you stumped. 'An admirer?'- you mentally slapped yourself for thinking such things. Nonetheless, you anxiously opened the small box.
Anxiously lifting off the lid, the contents were equally as surprising. Lifting up the small object from its red cushoning, you watched as its small beads were luminated under the artificial light. A F/C bracelet.

The object was simple; made out of a soft, thin, yarn like material, some beads decorating it. It was oddly charming. You slid it on, then fastened it on your wrist by its drawstring. It was then you noticed a small piece of paper tucked into the box. Picking up the neatly folded paper, you read its contents;

'For Y/N.
Please take this as an apology gift.'

This wasn't making sense. 'Who? An apology? For what?' Your mind attemtpted to scramble out anyone who had done you wrong recently, yet you couldn't come to any conclusions. Strange? But you couldn't complain. The bracelete was cute. You'd definitely try your best to find the person responsible, and thank them.

You spun lazily, using your hands on the desk to guide and spin around in the swivled seat. You swear you'd fall asleep if you stayed still.

The room was simple. In the center, there was a desk with a monitor system for the cameras stationed throughout the pizzeria. Two filing cabniets decorated each side, two doors on each side as well.
The walls ans floors remained consistent, some posters laying here and there, much like almost every other room in Freddy's.

You were in the security office, waiting for the clock to tick Six A.M; marking the end of your shift. You groaned softly as you checked through the cameras.
The camera system was a pretty jacked, occasionally blinking, and the staric both visual and audiable.

You flinched a little as you thought you saw something moving near the stage. This wasn't uncommon though, every now and then you believed you saw something through those same cameras—
'No. That... wasn't a shadow. That figure... that figure pulling a small humamoid shape along with it was real. It didn't disapear, like the others. It wasn't faint, like the others. It didn't stay still... like the others.'

Almost as if confirmation, the figure snapped its head towards the camera. You didn't need to see the fine details of the creature on camera, it was obvious it was staring right at you. The figure stood the rest of its tall self up, its body turning towards the camera, its long bunny like ears flopping around playfully as it moved.
'What the fuck—'

Your felt your heart leap out of your chest as the alarm clock sounded. The cheerful and innocent tune marking six A.M.

Your heart pounded after regaining its composure. You hasitly turned towards the cameras, much to your horror, the creature was still there. You froze once again, the static deafening.

The creature simply stared, as if it was no threat at all. You flinched as it turned back to the thing it was hauling, and continued on its merry way.
You watched in terror, flipping to the next, then the next, then the final camera, following it all the way until it reached an area too dark to see, and finally, out of reach.