The Infiltration

                                    

                                          

Jason slowed his car as he neared the Pizzaplex, not wanting to draw attention to himself. He put it in park and exited the car. Jason slid the sledge hammer in his pant leg and faked having a healing leg. 
	It was 2:00 PM, Ten hours till closing time. Jason said inside, I guess I can walk around for a bit. Try not to draw attention to yourself.
	The Pizzaplex had changed since he was last there. The main logo was different, instead of Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Roxy, it was Freddy, Monty, Chica, and Roxy. It seemed to be that Bonnie was completely erased from the Pizzaplex entirely. Jason still saw advertisements for Bonnie Bowl though, Maybe they kept the attraction but not the animatronic. Jason knew why.
	Jason entered the Pizzaplex without anything bad happening, only the scar on his face attracted a few odd looks by some parents and other randos he didn't care about. He had a mission, and he was going to follow through with it. I should hide in the biggest place in the Pizzaplex, more hiding spots.
	He wandered through the Atrium, his sights set on the Roxy Raceway. When he entered the massive attraction, Jason's body immediately went tense and his heart started beating rapidly. He saw her, Roxanne Wolf, she was surrounded by fans and cameras, she struck many poses and was in her racing attire. A race was about to happen. 
	As Jason looked upon the wolf animatronic, memories of that night two years ago flooded into his mind. The horrors he had witnessed. But none of that mattered now. He had to get out of sight, and fast.
Jason put his hood up and faced the opposite direction, I can't let her see me. What if she remembers. Okay, go to the bathroom on your right, maybe i can hide my sledge hammer in a vent or something. Stay calm, you've got this. 
	Jason breathed in and out, calming himself down. "Let's go." he whispered to himself. He acted like he didn't give a damn and kept walking, sticking to the wall and pointing his eyes down. Jason passed the moving crowd of people and ducked into one of the bathrooms and into a stall. He was the only one in there, and that was a good thing. 
	He singled out the centre stall and climbed on the toilet. Jason pushed a piece of the ceiling up and to the side. He slid the sledge hammer out of his pant leg and into the crawl space above. Afterwards, he slid the ceiling piece back into place, but a little off so he would remember where it was. Jason then exited the bathroom. 
Down below the screeching sound of tires on tarmac filled his ears. Many people were gathered in the stands and on the glass pain railings gazing down upon the track below. 
	Jason paid no attention to the race. He had no time to waste, he had to find a place to hide until the doors closed. What about the Glamrock Beauty Salon? That might work. He made his way over to the building. It was weird, a building within a building that didn't feel like a building at all. It was rectangular in shape with its logo above the entrance and an oversized pair of scissors on the roof. Jason walked around the side of it, looking where he could hide. A maintenance ladder leading to the roof of the building caught his eye.
	The hatch was locked but Jason could climb it, he had started working out after he was released from the hospital. Using his upper body strength, Jason pulled himself over the hatch and onto the ladder. He climbed to the roof and laid down flat on his stomach. Jason breathed shallow breaths, he dared not move his position.
	He opened his cell phone and started a timer. He set it to 12:00 AM. 
	"Now," Jason whispered, "I just have to wait. I can do that."
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