A/N: Hello, and welcome to my Supernatural meets Five nights at Freddy's fanfic!
I have taken a bit of a different approach on this story, and I've tried to add as many elements from both Supernatural and Five Nights (Yeah... I call the game series that for short. I just don't like calling it FNAF. I'm sorry), without going completely overboard.
I thought this would be a nice way to start the story, as it is how most classic Supernatural episodes start, with a flashback to whatever it is the boys will be investigating in the current episode, or in this case, story.
So, yeah! I hope you'll enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
November 4th 1993
His hand trembled slightly as he pressed the record-button. For the fourth time in as many nights the old tape recorder whirred to life. He covered his mouth and gave a nervous cough, checking the door to his right as he did so. The darkness and total silence was almost unbearable.
He swallowed hard, pulling a hand through his sweat hair and began speaking: "Hello, hello? Hey! Hey, wow! Night four. I knew you could do it."
His gaze wandered towards the leftmost door as he could hear the fast approach of metallic footsteps, and he swiftly dove to close the door. This resulted in a loud banging of metal on metal. He collected himself and continued talking.
"Uh, hey, listen, I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow."
The ferocious hammering against the door continued and he drew a trembling sigh, loosening his collar a little to better be able to breathe.
"It's been a bad night here for me. Uh, I-I'm kinda glad I recorded these messages for you," – he cleared his throat – "uh, when I did."
His eyes darted towards the open door on the right, and rather than checking the hall-lights, he chose to close this one as well. It was a risky game, but he had to do it. But as he pressed the button, nothing happened. His eyes grew wide with fear. This was it.
"Uh, hey… Do me a favor." He began, trying to shut out the continuous banging to his left, and focusing on delivering his message.
"Maybe sometime, uh, could you check inside those suits in the back room?"
His gaze was firmly fixed on the black opening to his right as he spoke. With the constant hammering coming from the left, he couldn't hear anything. And with the door and hall-lights inactive something could be standing right outside the door, and he wouldn't even know. He swallowed again and silently cleared his throat.
"I'm gonna try to hold out until someone checks. Maybe it won't be so bad."
Fat chance. He looked over at the leftmost door again as it gave a faint creak, wondering how much longer it would hold.
"Uh, I-I-I-I always wondered what were in all those empty heads back there. You know…"
He froze as the banging suddenly stopped and he could hear a music box-like chime, followed by a low, raspy moan. His head snapped back towards the open door at his right, just in time to see a shape disappear out of his field of vision and behind him, into the room. He did not dare turn.
"Oh no."
He shut his eyes tightly, a singular teardrop rolling down his cheek as a hand locked firmly around his neck followed by a loud, inhuman screech.
