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// Hester's Descision 
// Story: Five Nights at Pinkie's 
// by Hazel_Hester777 
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I walked alongside Hazel that day. We passed by Pinkie Fazpie’s Pizzeria. We just stood there behind the yellow police tape, as though trying to analyze from afar. There were police cars everywhere. There was a single ambulance that began to load up the latest corpse. Policemen just abound around, trying to find any trace. For the past few days, they have found traces of blood on the coats of the animatronic, and they slightly reeked of the foul odor. They were cleaned up after by the staff. 

Hazel and I took a newspaper like we did every day in our lives here at this Wonderland. I have been sometimes leaching off Hazel’s cash here. It’s quite easy for her when she earns because of how she was able to sell clay molding that she learned to do by our mentor, Eifos. I had to find a way to make my own money so I checked for ideas in the ads of the newspaper. I then spotted something on the ads today while Hazel was working on Bunny’s adjusting. There, on the Classified ads, written in black ink, were the words… 


PINKIE FAZPIE’S PIZZA
 


HELP WANTED: Security guard
 

I thought it over and over, should I do it? I know about the risks it would pose. I could end up dead like those others before me. And it wouldn’t be pretty to leave Hazel alone to take care of three OCs from different Verses. Plus, it’s a pain to be away from a Partner, literally.  

Then again, I could just use that little locket that allows Familiars to be as far away from their Partners as they please. I know what my life here at Wonderland would be like. Hazel will be at daytime while I’ll be at night, oh well.  

As for the risks of death, Familiars have more tactics up their sleeve than Partners so I may have an easier chance to survive. Makes sense, all those previous guards were Partners. 


 

 
 

  

Well, last night, I got Hazel to agree with me on this. She said it may not be that hard considering that she gets help from one of our friends, Karmatic Note in these situations. I’ll admit: I’m gonna miss being with the Children, but I also have to do my part. I’m currently in Pinkie’s Pizzeria now. It’s almost midnight, and I’m listening to the Phone Guy’s instructions. Hopefully, I make it through this.  

But then, as I entered the halls earlier, I couldn’t help but feel watched. The eyes of those mascots on stage, I felt like they were watching me. As I entered the room where I will stay to monitor the rooms, I couldn’t help but feel something going on. It felt like…sadness. 

Familiars could feel emotions that are trapped in places and I was able to feel sadness. It felt like somepony was calling for help, but nobody came. There was also a bit of anger, like some unfinished business. I couldn’t help but think: were these the emotions those security guards felt? I then tried to listen to the Phone Guy to try and take my mind off it.  

 
That scared me. The animatronics move at night? Boy, now my job is gonna be tough. And I mean by also keeping my life. Though, I can’t help but feel, most of the anger in this place was radiating from the animatronics. Could they? No, impossible. Nonetheless I began to write my entry in my journal just in case. 

7/8/14 

I’m on my first night of the job here. I know the rumors about this place. Many folks say it’s haunted, but by what? Yes, I heard about the deaths of many who entered before me, but I have to do this. I know Hazel is feeling down at the moment. Hopefully, Karmatic Note is distracting her while helping her with our Creation-Children.  

As I walked past the halls into my office, I felt something off here. There was a hint of sadness, followed by anger. Truth be told, I came here not just for a job, but to try and solve this mystery of dying security guards and hopefully find the Mane Six. For two years, I have been keeping my curiosity and determination a secret, until now. I know the risks here. But I have to find them.  

My entry done and written as I hid my journal away, I started flipping through the cameras and checking the doors. I kept watch over the power percentage to ensure of my chances of survival. I then looked at a photograph that I kept with me.  

In it were me, Hazel, and others who were huge fans of Fluttershy with the yellow mare herself. Fluttershy was one of my favorites in the Canon world. I missed her a lot. Bunny does too. No matter what, I promised myself I would find them here, one way or another.