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It felt like it was just a normal night shift. Nothing out of the ordinary. It had been a few days since the animatronics had had their code fixed, so they had night 3 levels of activity. Krasnyy Guy had survived this before, and he'd do it again.
He kept a close eye on the animatronics, monitoring their every move, managing to close the door when the animatronics got into the blind spots, using the cameras to keep Freddy and Foxy in place. Krasnyy was doing well, and still had plenty of power at 1 am, so he kept as what he was doing. Checking cameras, closing doors, checking blind spots. Krasnyy knew he could get through this with relative ease, and that calmed his nerves a little bit.
At two AM, things started to get a bit more hectic, and when Krasnyy went to check the kitchen camera, he heard some noises that were different to what he had heared before in the past. He brushed it off as just being Ashley, but that didn't stick. Ash knew the kitchen like the back of her robotic vessels hand, and someone like her wouldn't make those noises. But then he realised something.
Ashley wasn't working tonight.
Krasnyy frantically flicker between the dining room camera and the east hall camera, trying to spot whoever it was that had gotten in before it found him. With any luck, it'd just be a parent trying to find their kid. That was what he was hoping for, but when he saw the silhouette of a man clad in black creeping through the dining room, look down the corridor, and head towards the office, Krasnyy realised that he may have just witnessed the first actual break in.
Krasnyy hoped that it may still have just been a grieving parent, just dressed suspiciously, but there was a nagging thought that this wasn't going to be so easy. The mystery man hadn't seen an animatronic yet, and was heading towards there was light, seemingly with the logic of 'where there is light there are people', so Krasnyy closed the east door, and checked for the animatronics again.
Freddy was in the bathroom, Chica in the far side of the dining area, the cove was shut, and Bonnie was in parts and services.
Krasnyy turned around and then saw behind the closed door was a man clad in black, wearing a balaclava. The area around his mouth and eyes was white, and the man seemed to have stubble: Krasnyy could tell that the man was in his fourties at least. The man was banging on the window, and looked angry.
Krasnyy decided to make the first move, and asked "Hello? Who are you?"
"Open this door." The man said, clearly angry. He sounded like he was in his mid-fourties and had recently drunk at least one bottle of beer.
"It's safe for now, just tell me who you are," Krasnyy was beginning to worry that the persons intentions were but friendly, but he persisted, "look, if one of your kids was one of the ones that went missing in 87, just say so. And you don't need that mask. If you just wa-"
Krasnyy's words were cut off by the man taking a crowbar to the glass.
"The fuck do you mean 'kids that went missing'. I ain't here for that shit." The man yelled as he hit the glass with a crowbar, over and over again.
Krasnyy dove away from the window just before it smashed open, glass shattering across the floor of the office.
As the aggressive man climbed through the office window, time seemed to slow down for Krasnyy as the realisation hit: that man wasn't here because of the murders, he was there to steal. Krasnyy was looking at a burglar.