Night Three of this godforsaken job... After the past two days of warding off that huge fish man, the smoky fish that come LUNGING towards the doors, and the corpses of former Guardsmen standing ominiously outside the doors, as well as that stupid AI sending you pop-ups of the latest things he drew, the thing that ANYONE in this position would be looking forward to? A NAP. A nap and some snacks, maybe a movie. Unfortunately, the "Phone Guy" wasn't as lucky.

On Night Two, because of the limited power in the office, he "took it upon himself" to try repair the fault. This... Went as well as one would think. The zap was DEAFENING, followed by the thud of his body, as well as groaning and saying he needed a doctor before the line cut out. Now after that stupid phone rings again, what's the state he's in? That's right! He's in the damn hospital. The heart monitor is audibly beeping every few seconds in the background as he coughs and splutters before speaking, his voice more strained than the slightly energetic tone he had over the past few nights

"Hello? Hello? Anyone there? Uhm, congrats on your final night. Good to hear you're still in one piece... I kind of wish I um... Could say the same about myself... Uh remember last night? Turns out... It wasn't anything like that game I played... Far from it. Turns out getting zapped with um, a couple thousand volts of electricity isn't something you can exactly... walk off... Auhh... I got word from the doctor... I have only a couple minutes left to live. I got electrocuted and, as my muscles convulsed and spazzed out of control I... got thrown into shelf, and it fell on top of me. All my bones are broken and my heart has been beating irregularly ever since. Thankfully, my co-workers found me... In the morning... And took me to the infirmary."

... Yeah, he's not doing so good by the sounds of it. Oh, good Lord, that idiot... Of course HE'D think that repairing the wires by himself would be a good idea, y'know, with ZERO EXPERIENCE.