Working the Night Shift

The Party

Michael Schmidt was miserable. He was busy gazing out of his mother's car window. His little brother, James, was sitting right next to him, singing "Mary Had a Little Lamb" to a karaoke cd, but completely off-key. Mike had tried to tell James to stop, but every time he did, James would only sing louder. Not even Mike's mother could make him stop. Not that she cared. She knew that James would stop as soon as they got to their destination.
They were all headed to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a restaraunt/arcade with an animatronic band. Mike used to love going there when he was 5, but Mike was 12 and he knew he was definitely too old for the place. James, however, was 3 and had never been before. James had begged for weeks on end to go, but finally, his mother caved, and that led up to where Mike was now.
Now, if Mike's father were here, none of his family would be in this situation. Their father hated Freddy Fazbear's Pizza for reasons unknown, but if he was here, HE would've insisted on doing something more manly, like fishing or baseball. But, as usual, he was on another business trip, so Mike was at the mercy of his screaming brother. Which was TOTALLY how Mike wanted to spend his weekend. Yeah, exactly.
The car took a sharp turn as they pulled into the Freddy Fazbear's Pizza parking lot. Mike gazed absentmindedly out of the window. It was a tan building with a purple shingled roof and red-and-white striped awnings over each window. The animatronics were displayed in a flashing neon logo above the door. The slogan on the logo said, "Where Fantasy and Fun Come to Life!" Mike sighed and he instantly knew he would ever regret getting into the car.
A few seconds later, the car stopped. Mike's mother left the car and opened James' door. James unbuckled his booster seat and climbed out of the car. Mike opened the car and staggered out in a zombie-like trance. He reluctantly marched towards the door and held it open for his mom.
After going past the bouncer, Mike's mother handed them both a container of silver coins embossed with Freddy Fazbear's face on it.
"Alright, James," Mike's mother said to James, "you go and have some fun with these. Go play. And Mike," his mother said, "you go watch after your brother." As soon as she turned away, James tugged on Mike's sleeve.
"Mikeeey, Mikeeey, MIKEEEY!!" James pleaded.
"WHAT?" Mike said with unintentional anger.
"I wanna go see Foxy!" James begged. "I wanna see Foxy!"
Mike rolled his eyes, then grabbed James' hand. "Alright, let's go see Foxy," he mumbled grudgingly. "Maybe he'll tell you a story!" But Mike was actually thinking, "Maybe he'll keep you entertained until the party starts! I wouldn't be surprised." Mike led his brother towards Pirate Cove.
When he got there, Pirate Cove was surrounded by sreaming kids. James let go of Mike's hand and ran over, yelling, "Foxy!! Foxy!!" Mike sat in one of the nearby chairs and watched James from a distance. Eventually, Mike's eyelids began to droop, and to his surprise, he slowly fell asleep.
A few minutes later, Mike drifted awake. The curtain to Pirate Cove was closed and the kids were gone. Mike looked to his right and saw Freddy Fazbear leading the kids around like ducklings. Mike recognized James at the back of the odd train. Mike was about to relax in the chair, but something was wrong. Mike turned to see Freddy leading the kids -  to the Backstage door.
Mike immediately leaped out of his chair and started to run, but he tripped over one of the chairs and stumbled. He got back up again and darted forward, but it was already too late. The Backstage door closed with a loud CHINK.
"JAMES!!" Mike shouted as he rammed himself into the door at top speed. He kept trying to break down the door, but to no avail.
"MIKEY!!!" James screamed from Backstage. James tried to shout again, but his cry was cut short with a horrible splattering noise, followed by a loud thud and a low cackle.
"NOOO!!" Mike screeched. "JAMES!!" He continued to beat himself against the door until he felt hands grabbing his shoulders. Mike tried desperately to fight back, but the hands were firm and didn't let go. Mike went limp in defeat, unable to do anything but cry for his brother.