Five nights at Freddy's… the drama.
Authors Note: these events are partially based on the game theories of matpat and my own beliefs. also the following is a somewhat alternate version of FNAF in which the animatronics have actual human faces… for no good reason other than the fact that this is essentially a FNAF soap opera… enjoy! ;)
CHAPTER 1
Springtrap threw the newspaper into the river that was gently flowing under the bridge he was hiding out beneath. He threw back his head and laughed. a harsh grating sound that could send chills up even the sturdiest of men. His purple hair brushed his nose as it flapped into the wind.
"The puppet actually thought he could kill me with a pathetic attempt like that." he thought. "He should no just as well as i do that I may as well be immortal now."
his laughing was cut short when a bolt of stabbing pain went through his torso and he doubled over.
"Ngh" he said aloud to no one. "This Bonnie suit may have its benefits, but god, that hurts."
He sat down and breathed in the night air, the chilled oxygen having a soothing effect on his trapped, mangled body. Since escaping the fire at Fazbear's Fright a week ago, he had taken up several hiding spots. each one had been dirtier than the next. He slept during the day, mainly because the suits programming prevented him from moving during the day. He sat back against the wall behind him.
"What's with the bunny suit?" said a gruff voice.
Springtrap jerked around to look at the intruder, he hadn't noticed anyone approaching. Standing next to him was an old homeless guy with a dirty stubble beard and a cigarette in one hand. "It looks stupid." he grunted.
Springtrap stared blankly at him, used to people running in fear of him. Oh well, this one would have to go like the rest of them.
He grinned.
Springtrap walked away from the sounds of the hobo thrashing in the water, struggling with no avail against the tattered coat tied around his mutilated limbs.
Normally Springtrap would stay to admire his handiwork but daytime was drawing near and he needed a new hiding spot.
Cheyenne had always thought that the urban legends about the Freddy Fazbear animatronics being alive and homicidal where stupid rumors that were based off of superstition and bad karma… then she started working the night shift at the junkyard were said animatronics had been dumped.
She had worked there for a little over week, the entire time fearing for her life as the animatronics came closer to the security booth every night. After which she begged to be promoted to the day shift, but was denied. And since her contract stated she had to be employed for at least a month or she forfeited all payment made (most of which she had already spent) she couldn't afford to quit.
She had never wanted to be a security guard, in fact she originally intended to be a teacher but had failed her college exams because her roommate had continually thrown parties on the nights before and kept her from studying… funny the things you remember and the people you blame as you clutch the desk in front of you, praying that time will move a little faster toward the approaching hour of 6 AM. the second hand ticked, two minutes left.
Cheyenne breathed deeply, checking the cameras closest to her first following with the ones farther away.
She completed the sweep and began checking the cameras frantically looking for one of them.
Then, at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the booth, there was Chika, grinning up at the camera.
Cheyenne choked back a scream. Then jabbed the intercom button.
"Why wont you just go away?!" she half sobbed.
Chika only grinned wider, her dark brown hair blowing past her empty blue eyes.
Cheyenne looked at the clock...one minute left.
She looked back at the camera.
Chika was no longer there.
There was a loud banging on the door and Cheyenne accidently dropped the tablet that displayed the camera views.
The banging stopped momentarily and then resumed.
The clock unforgivingly stated that there were still thirty seconds left...at least the banging was gone.
Cheyenne was extremely grateful she had thought to replace the old wooden door with a reinforced steel one.
KLANG!
Fifteen seconds...
Cheyenne scrambled to grab the tablet which had fallen under the desk.
KLANG!
If she could just play the audio she had bought at the auction from Fazbear's Fright, she could lead Chika somewhere else.
KLANG!
Ten seconds...
"Almost…" she said. "GOT IT!"
KLANG!
Eight seconds.
She played the audio.
…
No bang.
Five seconds...
Cheyenne took a deep breath and held it.
Four seconds...
She checked the stairwell camera.
Three seconds...
Now Freddy was grinning up at the her.
Two seconds...
She could see Bonnie lurching around another part of the landfill.
One!
The clock chimed six o'clock.
Cheyenne released the breath she had been holding and licked her dry lips.
"YAAAAY!" she thought as she sat back in the chair.
She could hear Freddy walking back down the stairs back to his usual spot next to an old camaro in the outer rim of the yard.
Cheyenne swept back her dirty blond hair and breathed deeply for a few minutes.
She had found out that the animatronics would walk back to their usual places every night at six AM. She had no idea why, they just DID. probably had something to do with their programming.
She got up and jabbed the button for the door, as always half expecting all four of them to be standing outside her door waiting for her.
She walked down the stairs, eyeing Foxy at his seat in an old bathtub (curtains included).
She walked toward the parking lot where her Honda was parked.
She got in and sat down.
Then her phone went off.
It was Greg.
She hit the answer button.
"How did it go tonight?" he said through the phones static.
"You know full well how it went, you asshole."responded Cheyenne.
"HEY!" he responded. "that was uncalled for!"
Cheyenne relented. "sorry, Greg, it's just this job is REALLY STRESSFUL."
"yeah, I know, I worked there before you, remember?"
"Whatever, man."
"Well, I gotta go, talk to you tonight ok?"
"Sure."
The call ended and Cheyenne started the car.