Hey everyone! So, I hope you all enjoy this, since it was a burst of inspiration I got from listening to some awesome FNAF songs. This story is going to be the first part of a trilogy and this one is based around the fourth game and second game mainly, since they're basically in the same year, so I hope you all enjoy :3
Tommy tossed and turned in his sleep. His dreams were always plagued with the same things: ...nightmares. And they were never different...they were the same thing every time. Ever since his brother had started making a mockery of the only thing he truly loved and scaring him with it...it had been never ending nightmares of the animatronics of Fredbear's Family diner.
His heart pounded, he was in a cold sweat. In his nightmare, he was sitting on his bed, hyper ventilating as he looked around with his flashlight shakily. He swallowed, before he jumped off and ran over to his left door and opened it up. He listened as closely as he could, but when he thought it was safe and turned on his flashlight -
He screamed as Bonnie attacked, his sharp teeth gnashing and his claws ready to rip him apart. But just before he could sink his teeth into his skull -
Tommy snapped awake with a scream as he bolted upright and looked around panickedly as he panted for breath as he looked around fearfully. When he saw he was alive and there was nothing...he calmed down and let out a shaky breath as he looked down at his bed covers with wide eyes. He hugged himself tightly as tears filled his eyes.
Tommy sniffled and looked at his clock: ...3:49. He let out a sigh as he looked back down. He always fell asleep at midnight, despite going to bed at eight in the evening. Something to do with the medicine he took. ...And he always slept for 6 hours, until six am. At least...he used to.
If he made it through his nightmares, he would get six hours of sleep, but if something happened, like if Bonnie attacked at his doorway when he turned on the flashlight, or Chica's cupcake leapt in and tried to eat his face, or Foxy leapt out of his cupboard and tried to bite through his head... He would snap awake and not be able to fall asleep again; not until the next night.
He swallowed and looked off to his bedside table. ...His little plush doll of Freddy had been put on there.
'...Mummy must have found him on the floor and put him there...' he thought to himself, before he reached out and picked him up, hugging him tightly.
Now...he only liked his plush toys of the animatronics he used to love. ...Before his big brother decided to ruin that too. He swore...his brother loved his torture...his fear... He shook violently as he laid down with the plush Freddy in his arms, held tightly to his chest. And he stayed in that position for the rest of the night...where his parents looked through one of his doors worriedly.
They loved their little boy like nothing else...and it killed them to see him so afraid. However...Johnny looked through the other door with a smirk.
'Heh! What a little cry baby! Ooh, some animatronics are so fucking scary! Hah! ...I've got a lot scarier things planned for him!' he thought to himself, a mischievous grin on his face as he left to his room, not understanding the pure fear his brother felt all of the time.
So, I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter. And if you do say something about seeing this story on Wattpad also, that's my account on there, so yeah. Hope you are all looking forward to the future chapters. :3 And I love to hear feedback, so please, leave a comment if you'd like to.