Opens to a writer's desk sitting in a pitch black room. A light shines down on the desk revealing a girl sitting in the chair behind it. The teenage girl stands up revealing her signature jeans and aqua blue Baltimore, Maryland sweatshirt with a pair of brown snow boots (That's seriously what I wear every single day, I have no sense of fashion whatsoever). The girl swipes her long brown hair behind her ear and a mic drops down from a cable in front of her. She holds the mic to her mouth and speaks. "Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages! Welcome to…" Large stage lights illuminate the room revealing a huge stadium filled to the brim with people, everyone silent. "The Forgotten: A Sequel to a Fanf Fanfiction!" Everybody starts yelling and clapping and flipping out. A bunch of rainbow lights focus down on Arabian. "And coming back to retell us the wonderful second part to a three parter series, the one, the only, Katie Fredbear!" A blur of purple darts back and forth through the seats high-fiving loving fans as she goes by. Katie stops next to Arabian and throws her metallic arms in the air, signalling even more noise from the audience.
"Hello readers of the world!" she starts, pulling her long raggedy knotted violet hair behind her ears. "You guys ready for the second part of my life's story?!" A huge yes came from the overexcited crowd.
"Alright then!" Arabian's thirteen year old self looks up at the 16 year old who towers over her. "Take it away Katie." She hands the now detached mic to the cyborg and sits down on the stage, letting the star take the seat. Everybody in the audience leans closer to the stage.
"Well, we left off where I fell asleep, so let's pick up right after that. Okay everybody, listen up, we go back to the basement…"
I woke up minutes later, the hard concrete floor hurting my back as I laid on the floor. I groaned and pulled my legs up next to my chest, taking in everything that had happened. The necklace and bracelet that Foxy had given me, clinked on the solid floor. I'd been wearing them all day so they were warm against my cold skin. I held a couple of the charms in my hand, feeling the love and care that once flowed through them from the previous owners.
"Excuse me, but those are mine," a small voice came from behind me. I jerked upwards, almost ripping the necklace apart from the sudden movement. At first I saw no one, but as I looked closer, I saw a thin apparition. I looked even closer, seeing that the outline was somebody I'd seen before. It was the little girl from the hallway. Dressed in a black and white dress, with black shoes and glossy timber-wolf gray hair. Her red lips were bent into a frown, and she looked as if she was very shy, a bit scared even.
"Uh," I stuttered, not knowing what to say. I stared at the girl, then realizing that she was transparent, and not like pale, more like I could see through her. I looked at some boxes behind her, or through her I should say. And though she was clearly a spirit, she stood and didn't hover like I thought she would. She noticed me staring at funnily at her. "Oh, I'm sorry. Just uh, keep them." The girl ran off and disappeared mid-run.
"No! Please, please come back. I didn't mean to scare you or offend you or whatever I did." I slumped over and looked at the ground and sighed sadly. "Please," I whispered, "I don't want to be alone." The girl silently apparated behind me, and watched as a few small tears fell to the floor.
"What do you mean? Can't you just go back upstairs?" the sudden sound made me jump a bit, but I hung my head depressingly.
"The door is locked, and me desperately trying to force the door open, jammed it. So I'm stuck here for a while." I looked at the transparent little girl, "Unless you have any ideas?"
"No, sorry. The best I can do is float through the walls and maybe bring you some food."
"What!? Really!?" I yelled in delight. The spirit yelped and ran straight through the wall. "No! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell. I promise, no more yelling, my voice box is screwed up enough."
She stuck her head through the bricks and looked at me, which was quite disturbing actually, "You promise?"
"I swear on the deliciousness of Chica's Double Everything Pizza." I chuckled. I raised my arm up, but winced, just now remembering my "wound". I looked back down at the piercing hole in my arm and bit my lip.
"Ow," the small ghost said. "Let me help with that." Before I could utter a word, she kinda, how to explain, shrank down and got like sucked into the hole in my arm. After a second I screamed very loudly in pain as the bullet shot out of my arm stopping in the middle of the room and then dropping to the floor, the child standing behind it. All the pain in my arm was gone, I flung my arm around to test if it was still functional. It was. I laughed and smiled up at the girl.
"I don't know how you did that, I don't wanna know either, but thank you so much!" I raised my voice a little louder than normal. The girl jumped back a bit at my noise. "Oh, sorry, no yelling starting...now."
The spirit child's red lips curved into a small smile. "So," she asked, sitting down next to me. "Who are you? And why were you crying?"
"Uh," I stuttered, I'd never had to introduce myself to anyone before, all that had been done when I was a baby and I hadn't met anybody since then. "I'm Katie Fredbear, Of course Fred's daughter." I pointed to his lifeless suit. "And I was crying because I just had the best and worst day ever." I slumped down, resting my chin on my cold metal knees. "Who are you?"
"I-I'm Mary, Mary Baker." she muttered. My eyes were the size of large dinner plates and my robotic eye's light grew brighter.
"You, are-were the murdered child?" I asked cautiously.
"Uh, y-y-yes." She took my position and sighed. "Yes," she said clearly. "I was murdered back when the place first opened. Wait-" She looked at my purple hair and eyes. "You-you look," she stared wide eyed. "Just l-like him." I watched her pitch black eyes scan my figure.
"Wait, him?" I questioned.
"The man, dressed in shadows, made of shadows." She tugged gently at a strand of my hair. "You are made of shadows." I gazed at her fearful eyes, but sensed a bit of anger hiding behind them.
"What do you mean?" I shrugged curiously. She grabbed my hand and everything went black.
Hey Guys! I hope you liked the first chapter, it's a lot better than any of my other first chapters since I didn't have to go through a whole introduction to the setting and characters and stuff. Also, that part in the beginning actually what I always thought first person stories were. The character was on a huge stage telling every reader their stories. I hope you guys liked it, give me you guy's opinions on the chapter or whatever and shoot me some ideas for future chapters and/or stories. But have in mind I got this story to finish, and the the Found, and then my Slenderman/CreepyPasta story, and then I gotta start on One Destiny. They're a lot of other stories that might appear on my profile too. And I was wondering, how would you guys like to see the original story that inspired The Hidden and One Destiny? Say in the reviews if you want me to post it for a one-shot kinda deal. Just saying, they aren't finished and I don't particularly plan to finish them. But yeah, I'll be posting another chap for another and them flip flopping between these two for a while. Keep an eye out and I will see you guys… IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! BUHBYE!