Hello! Winters here with a special Halloween Story! Featuring Chelsea, my character from A Forgotten Past, and Markiplier!
Now, just a little heads up, I have read similar stories, so, I didn't mean to copy the plot or anything, OK? Please don't hurt me.
If there is any readers from my other stories, please know that I'm not abandoning them. I will be focusing on this for the time being as it is Halloween soooo... *shrugs*
One more thing for my readers. If the setting is a little off for Chelsea, it's because this is somewhat in the future. So, whether or not spoilers, I'll let you decide.
"- And I'll see you in the next video. Buh-bye!" With that, Mark Fischbach stopped the recording. He yawned and stretched his arms, hearing the bones crack with a pop! Rubbing his eyes, he started the editing software and yawned again. Lately, he had been feeling really sleepy. It was getting harder and harder to do any types of chores, much less making his videos.
But he still do it, for the sake of his fans.
He rubbed his face with his hand, getting rid the sleepiness away, though not very much. The sleepiness was starting to get really unbearable. Maybe he should make a vlog saying he was sick or something. But later, he decided. He went out of the recording room and to his bedroom, crawling into his bed and letting sleep overtake him.
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Chelsea Chan yawned again, stretching her arms. Jasmine watched her from across the table, concern glinting in her eyes, "Chelsea, are you okay?"
"Yeah.." Chelsea rubbed her eyes tiredly, "It's probably the stupid homework right here!"
She gestured the pile of books on the table with her hands, making Jasmine laughed. She joined her friend in laughter, before focusing back on the stupid Math homework. Form 4 Math can be really tough. Soon enough, she yawned and decided to change the subject, closing Math and opening English.
She looked at Jasmine across the table. Her dark skinned friend, although looked tired as well, she was not as tired as Chelsea. Probably. It was, after all, well over 12 A.M. The both of them were determined to finish their homework, so they could rest for the next couple of weeks. Jasmine seemed to do her Math with ease, making the Chinese pout. Lucky girl, she thought and sighed.
She yawned once again and decided that was enough for the night. She stood, packing her things into a neat pile at the side of the table, "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm done for today. Tonight, I mean."
Her friend looked up at her, "Are you sure? You know, you can rest after you finish this, right?"
Chelsea shook her head and patted her stack of things, "With this pile of books? Probably not."
Jasmine smiled in amusement and went back to her book, "Good night."
The Chinese waved behind her as she went up the stairs to her bedroom, mumbling, "'Night."
She entered her bedroom and fell on her bed, closing her eyes letting herself fall into a peaceful slumber.
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Mark opened his eyes, blinking the blurriness away. He reached to his side and grabbed his glasses on a small table, which had a tablet on it, to his side. He put on his glasses and his eyes widened in horror. This place...
It was the same place as Five Nights At Freddy's, the same game that gave him nightmares for days and the temporary fear of animatronics. But it was a game, right? It can't be real.
And yet here he was, reliving the same experience, only much more real than his nightmares. He straightened in his seat and looked down at himself. He was wearing the same clothes when he slept on the bed. He also felt much more awake here than earlier when he awake. That's good, right?
A phone rang, and he jumped and stared at the phone. He knew what it would said, but he was scared too. What if he was stuck on Night 4 or 5? At the third ring, the Phone Guy greeted him with an introductory greeting and he sighed in relief. At least he won't face the horrors of the later nights. And then he shivered. But that means he would have to face another four more nights.
He took the tablet on the table and checked the main stage. All three were there. Good. He looked back down and listened to the ramblings coming from the phone. He jumped a little, remembering Pirate's Cove. He quickly checked and sighed. The curtains were closed. Wonderful.
He checked the other areas, noting once again how real it looked. This had to be a nightmare. It had to be. He quietly wondered if he'd survive and be released once this was over.
Mark checked the storage room and found something rather strange there. He couldn't see clearly, due to the blinking light bulb, but he could see a body. "Someone's there!" The Youtuber exclaimed, nearly running out of the door but he stopped himself. "Wait, wait, wait."
He checked the cameras again, making sure that a certain bunny was at its place, then ran outside the office. It looked creepy outside, the drawings and decorations looked dark and, well, creepy. Mark entered the storage room and knelt down at the body, searching for a pulse. He felt relieved when he felt a faint pulse. He could now see that it was a girl, maybe sixteen or seventeen, shoulder-length black hair covering her face.
She moaned and shifted, a clear sign she was waking up. Strange purple eyes blinked open and stared at Mark's own brown eyes. They stared at each other, before the girl promptly punched his jaw with a yell. He stumbled backwards, giving her a chance to stand and got into a fighting stance, fist outwards. "Who are you? Where the hell am I?"
"Whoa! Calm down, lady!" Mark raised his hands, gesturing that he meant no harm. She did, only slightly though. She lowered her hands and glanced around the storage room, wariness now replaced with curiosity. She asked again, this time not yelling. "Where am I?"
"I-uhh" Mark trailed off, unsure of what to say. He scratched his head and stood, starting his way back to the office. "You should probably come with me."
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They entered the office, Mark explaining things on the way. The girl, who introduced herself as Chelsea, only nodded, indicating that she understood. She noticed there was something on the table with the tablet. Mark sat down on the chair and she leaned on the computer table, taking the paper from the table and read. She froze and looked at Mark. "Mark, what time is it now?"
"Huh? It's 3 A.M." He looked up at Chelsea, seeing her pale face and shaky hands gripping the piece of paper. "Why? What's wrong?"
He closed both doors, as they had enough power anyway, and stood next to her. He gently reached down her hand and slowly opened it, taking the piece of paper. He uncrumpled the paper and read the text that was written in blood red ink, freezing as well.
If you die in a dream, you'll die in real life.
Good luck surviving the next week.
Mark gasped and looked at Chelsea, who was already started crying. He pulled her into a hug, murmuring comfort as she choked out, "What did we do to deserve this?"
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It was 5 A.M. They were quiet for the whole time, each thinking about their consequence if they don't survive this. Mark checked the cameras while Chelsea looked out at the doors. Although Bonnie had teleported around the pizzeria, he never come close to the doors.
Well, maybe a couple of times, and the both of them squeaked in fear before Chelsea closed the door.
The other animatronics stayed at their original position, save for Foxy who peeked out a little. Somehow, Mark thought that the reason was because they were going easy on the two. The animatronics knew they had four more nights to play with them. And time doesn't went by as fast as it does in the game.
Mark checked the time, curtesy of the tablet and found out it was almost six. He nudged the girl, making her jumped. He tried to smile. "Guess what? Time's almost up."
The purple-eyed girl smiled back, and nodded. "After this, we're gonna come back for Night 2, right?"
Mark nodded. Chelsea stood from her leaning on the right door opening. She looked out the doors, then waved at him, just as the bell rang. "See you tomorrow."
Then they woke up on their respective bed.
That's the end of Night 1. 4 more nights to go, people! Unless if you want Night 6 and 7 as well.
Here's a cookie and stay frosty*! (::)
*If you know where that come from, I'll let you know that I love you and you clearly deserved more cookies. *^▁^*