(YES I KNOW I DIDN'T FINISH THE NIGHT I'M A VERY IMPATIENT PERSON XD BUT ONE CHAPTER CLOSER BUDDY. PLUS, WHEN I FIRST PLAYED FNAF 3, I THOUGHT IT WAS CHRIS THE JANITOR WHO CALLED ME ON THE PHONE, SO WHAT IF THAT HAPPENED HERE! EH IT'S MY BOOK K? I'M BEIN A LAZY LIL SHIT RIGHT NOW SO DON'T EXPECT IT TO BE SO PERFECT CAUSE IT'S NOT WE'RE AT THE PIZZARIA AGAIN BTW JOY XD)

Mike started cursing and hissing under his breath. "Shit I don't like this place..... I like the old pizzaria's better......" he looked around. "A-Are there supposed to be animatronics?" He checked all the room, but he didn't really see any at all. "Weird... a-am I just supposed to be guarding the place?" He pressed a button on the tablet, and it made Balloon Boy's laugh. There's also ventilation stuff and all that fancy shit. "Well then." he sighed and kicked back, not really giving a fuck anymore. "Do I get a phone call? Or do I die in this fucking place?" The whole place reeked or rotten flesh.

He looked over at a box of masks, looks like the old toy animatronics, he stared at them. He picked up Balloon Boy's mask. "Somehow I miss him." he kept it by the desk. The mask was happy for once. No tears for Balloon Boy. He checked the cameras, again. just a bunch of wires and glowing eyes........ with made him shiver. The phone started to ring. "And there's Scotty...." he picked it up. "Yellow!" it was someone new, his voice sounded REALLY gay..... "Here there! Welcome to your new job!" "Yeah, well, it's not my first time..." "Oh?" "Yeah, I worked at TWO restaurant and it's a pain in my ass....." "........ you definitely sound like my crush......." "Really? How so?" "Well, he curses, your ears will bleed....." "FUCKING FUCK IN THE FUCK, BABY!" "Yeah like that......... and-....... Mikey." ".......WHY IN THE HELL DO WE KEEP SEEING EACHOTHER?" "I DON'T KNOW, I-I GUESS IT'S JUST BECAUSE WE BOTH WORK AT FREDDY'S?" "True- WAIT WHAT CRUSH? WELL I KNEW THAT BUT-" "BYE MIKEY!" He hung up. "WAIT, CRYSTAL- nevermind...." he put the phone back.

He groaned, nothing seems active. The whole place was dirty...... not to mention fucking boring. He laid on the ground and groaned louder. Messing around with the masks, then looking at the camera again. Nothing. "I'm so booooored......" he was very impatient. He picked up a Mangle mask and put it on. "Ew, how could this thing ever replace Foxy?" he put it back in disgust. They weren't the same, none of them were the same...

He got back in the chair, annoyed at the fan. "Why can't I unplug it? This is bullshit. If nothing's going to happen, why in the hell did they hire me again?" He checked the room, still nothing. "What in the fuuuuck.... am I doing something wrong?" He shook his head.

(THAT'S ALL I GOT)