"Another boring Tuesday night..." I sigh heavily and lean back in my chair at the security desk, propping my chunky boots up on the console. Should be training that new hire tonight but he never showed up for his first shift. Weird. Hope he didn't get scared off - we really need the extra coverage for night security. The empty pizzaplex is eerily quiet after hours, just how I like it. Well, mostly quiet - my stomach gurgles uncomfortably, reminding me I really need to stop sampling so much leftover pizza during my shifts.

I absently twirl a strand of rainbow-streaked blonde hair while flicking through the security feeds. Most of the cameras are down after that weird power surge earlier, but emergency systems are keeping basic functions running. The exits are all sealed until morning though - standard safety protocol. Several animatronics were acting strange before the outage too, wandering off their stages. Maintenance will need to check their programming tomorrow.

"Might as well do my rounds," I mutter, standing up and stretching. My fitted security uniform hugs my curves as I arch my back, pressing a hand to my churning belly. Definitely regretting that fourth slice of pepperoni. I grab my flashlight and security tablet, humming to myself as I head out to patrol the darkened halls.

Heart pounding, you press yourself flat against the wall, barely daring to breathe. You only started your new job training today, but those malfunctioning animatronics chased you through the darkened halls earlier. Now you're trapped here until morning, terrified of being discovered. The stale recycled air of the Pizzaplex fills your lungs with each shallow breath. Sweat trickles down your neck as you strain your ears, listening to Vanessa's approaching footsteps. You can't let yourself be found, by anyone or anything.

The emergency lights cast an eerie red glow through the massive entertainment complex. My footsteps echo off the polished floors as I make my way past silent arcade cabinets and empty party rooms. Something about this place at night just feels...different. Like the shadows are watching. I try to shake off the creepy feeling - I've worked here long enough to know better.

My stomach rumbles again, louder this time. "Ugh, shut up," I groan, rubbing my midsection. The sound seems to reverberate through the silence. I keep walking down the corridor, completely oblivious to any other presence in the building. The pit in my stomach grows as I approach the corner, though whether from unease or indigestion, I'm not quite sure.

Vanessa Poot Stop

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