FNAF is Back
Chapter 1: Night 1 or My Last.
I sat on the floor of the kitchen, bleeding and beaten up against the wall. Blood soaked clothes; My good ones at that. I decided to wear straight up camo. Cargo pants and shirt. Only thing not camo was my steel toe boots which were black and blue. I now wore and I knew that was what I will wear as I passed. I couldn't move much because I only a severed arm but it felt as if my entire body was in flames. This was all from Foxy too at that. It started as he busted down the left door of my security office like some hungry animal. I tried to make a run for it out the other but he grabbed left arm, crushing and ripping it off like it was attached to a teddy bear. I screamed as my arm was torn off from the elbow down but I kept running. I had no weapons and I was bleeding badly from Foxy. Hearing his scream I only knew that Foxy wasn't finished with me. I only made him angry. So I ducked into the kitchen to avoid him as he came running by shortly after, his metal frame grinding and clanking sent shivers down my spine. I had to do something about my arm, If I didn't I knew I would eventually die from lose of blood. I closed the door and jammed a chair under the handle to prevent any unwanted visitors. I stumbled over to the stove and turned the burners on full. My mind was already starting to fade and I was beginning to get dizzy. As my adrenaline rush fades, the pain begins to set in.
"I should have never taken this job. Johnney you dumb sonofabitch if you make it out alive, burn this place to the ground. Send these damned machines to hell." I grunted heavily from pain as I cursed myself.
I looked over back to the burner and saw it was ready. This wasn't the right way but I had to stop the bleeding now, so I pressed what was left of my arm onto the burner. I couldn't hold back the scream as the searing pain hit my body. I yanked off my arm from the stove top clenching my right hand so tight that I dug my nails into my hands. I heaved hard gasping for air. These goddamned machines...I took this job just for the summer so I wouldn't be bored at home. I regret ever taking it now. I looked out the door's circular window and spotted Chica glaring at me with those glowing bright eyes, banging on the door to get it. I had to acted quickly, that door can only go so long with a robot banging on it. I looked over to the still burning stove top and a sudden idea hit me.
"You damned robots...It's time I send every last one of you on a one way trip straight to hell." I turned off the burner then turned it back on without igniting the gas. I begun to slip my shirt over my face so breathing wouldn't be such a hassle. I looked back at the door just as Chica busted it down but she wasn't alone...Freddy was there and so was Bonnie and Foxy. Stepping back I hit the back wall of the kitchen and slowly slid down with my hand in my pocket smiling dimly but without fear, I spoke my famous last words for the first time. "I always wanted to go out with a bang". I pulled out my skull and bones zippo lighter, flicked it open and hit the flint with my thumb. Being surround by the robots I closed my eyes as the whole building went up in one giant flame. No fear, no robots, At least I will rid the world of these murderous creatures. With my own dead and theirs...or so I thought.