Here I am in my room once again, my eyes adjusting to the low light in the dead of the night.
I find myself running up, down and around my room, desperately trying to survive.
At the left, I hear my nightmare version of Bonnie breathing heavily, so I close the door until I hear him walk away.
The static behind me reminds me to get rid of the robotic Freddy plushies on my bed.
Next step is to check the right hall, and after listening carefully I shine my light down the hall to reveal the nightmarish Chica hide behind the wall.
Heading back, I see that my closet door was opened, which can only mean that the evil Foxy snuck in again.
I run forward and turn on the flashlight, only to stumble back from Foxy's loud barking.
I get to my feet as quickly as possible to close him off, and eventually he becomes a plush again.
Shaking in fear, I run back to follow the pattern I've come up with to stay alive.
Over and over, I find myself running to the left, forward, checking behind me, and finally running to the right.
Rinse and repeat I tell myself.
Only, that isn't so easy when one hasty click of the flashlight can end up killing me, but waiting too long leaves me with the same outcome.
Four miserable hours later, everything changes.
I hear running to my left, so I run to the left and shine my light expecting to see the nightmare version of what used to be my favourite animatronic.
Except, what I see only causes tears to sting at my eyes.
In front of me, I see a glimpse of a dark version of Nightmare Fredbear as I shut the door in his face.
He quickly runs to the right, and I follow suit.
Seeing him again for a mere second, I see that his bowtie and top hat are both yellow instead of the purple of the real Fredbear's.
He laughs after I shut the door, so I check the bed to find his head in place of my Freddy plush.
I see his teeth are red at the roots, just like Fredbear.
The static that I hear fades after my Freddy plush returns to my bed.
He laughs again, so I check the closet to find his blood red eyes staring right at me.
I only shut the closet door for three seconds and he's already on the move again.
I run to the right door, shine my light down the hall and hold the door shut.
He runs to the left, I follow.
After an hour of running up and down my room, I feel my legs getting weaker and weaker.
Tears cloud my vision as I stop to catch my breath.
Comparing him to Nightmare Fredbear, I have to say that he's simply a Nightmare.
Hearing his laugh again, I check behind me to find his head on my bed again, hearing the same static that stings my ears.
I turn around again, hearing him run to the left, then to the right.
I can't take this anymore.
I lived through my worst moments of my past week again, the days leading up to and including my birthday party.
The suffering.
The pain.
The fear.
I also found myself in an empty space, hearing my brother apologise for what he did to me.
My Fredbear plush told me that he'd put me back together, and that he's still my friend.
I believe you, Freddy.
My only brother, I forgive you.
I lay on the floor, showing that I don't care anymore, I'm dying anyway.
My flashlight flickers, so I turn it off.
The darkness embraces me.
The silence becomes my friend.
Until all I see is Nightmare's face, accompanied by static.
I swear that I can hear my name somewhere in that static.
Everything turns dark, and I hear my late mother's voice.
"Tomorrow is another day,"
I told myself that for the whole miserable week.
"Tomorrow is another day,"
Only today I can say,
That tomorrow never came.