Five Nights at Lisa's
(Hey everybody! This is the forth and possible final installment of The Five Nights at Simpson's Saga. In this story, Lisa is being tormented by the Nightmare animatronics. Now I had to change a few things from the game. First, this story takes place two years after Five Nights at Homer's. Second, the gender of the child has been changed. Finally, Plushtrap plays a much different role in this story. Read & Review!)
It was another bad day for Eliza Thompson. She had been sent to bed without supper again. It wasn't really the denial of food that bothered her. It was the isolation. Not that she had any friends anyway. The closest thing she had to those were her stuffed animals. Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, and of course her favorite, Fredbear. He was her favorite because he talked to her. He comforted her.
"What did he do this time?" Fredbear asked.
"Framed me for breaking mom's vase. That's what!" Eliza said though her tears.
"He locked you in your room again.
"Y-Yes."
"Don't be scared. I am here with you.
Eliza went to her toys. She hugged them close.
"These are my friends."
Eliza tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. She curled up into a ball and cried.
"Tomorrow is another day."
Lisa tried to stay calm. She wasn't looking forward to tonight. She never looked forward to nights anymore. Not after they started tormenting her. They came after her every night, trying to drag her to hell.
No one else knew of this. Not her parents. Not her siblings. She didn't bother telling them. She knew they wouldn't believe her. It was just too bizarre. Holding Plushtrap tightly, she rushed to the left door and put her ear next to it. As expected, she could hear breathing. She kept the door shut. In time the door creaked open again. Both of the doors had a tendency to do that.
Lisa groaned. "Why did Dad have to give away my room to that stupid phone company?" She asked. This new temporary room was cozy, but made this situation even worse.
She opened the door wider, and saw Bonnie sneak back into the shadows. He was no longer the lovable animal friend that Lisa knew. None of them were anymore. She went to the other door and repeated the process. Only this time, it was Chica trying to get into the room. Lisa backed up against her bed, turned around and saw a mini-Freddy. It scampered off her bed the second she shined her flashlight in its face.
Things went like this for the rest of the night. Lisa was so exhausted by the time dawn came. It was a shame she had to go to school.