Disclaimer- I do not own Five Nights At Freddy's.
A/N- New Year, New Story. Since I finished Graveyard Shift, It's time I started this new tale. I present to you, After Hours. I want this finished before FNAF 3 comes out. (Who knows, maybe I'll start the first chapter of that tale. Current title is Dead Of Night. I have an interesting idea about how to start that tale.)
Chapter 1- A Brand New Start
Well, let's just say even months after I quit working at Freddy's, I still get dreams about what happened. I guess there's another tale that needs to be told.
I just happened to be the best man for the job. I don't know what caused it, but I think it has something to do with the ghosts.
Before I feel the need to check myself into the same place Jeremy is staying at, I need to explain just where I'm at now. I work in a warehouse. It pays better and there's no seven-foot-tall cartoon death machines stalking me. I moved out of my cousin's place and everything is all right.
I doubt these weird dreams would ruin my now normal life.
After one rather taxing shift (almost broke my foot after dropping a crate on it), I went to my bedroom and laid down.
I found myself in a nearly dark room, sitting on a chair. A swinging bare bulb lay over my head. I felt a tiny hand tap me on the shoulder. My gaze fluttered to a clock on the wall. Midnight. Six ghostly figures stood around me. They soon took shape into a group of children, ranging in ages from five to twelve.
"Don't mind us," an eight-year-old Asian girl said. "Just passing through."
"They told us about you," the oldest of the group, an Indian boy, added. "But we too were also trapped."
"Toy models," a little girl with curly blonde hair said. "We were the toy models."
"Locked inside plastic for only a few weeks," One of the other two children said. He had messy hair and freckles. His younger brother looked pretty much the same.
"We were just glad we had others to play with us," a shy, dark-haired boy in a hooded sweatshirt and jeans said.
The kids disappeared, but I still could hear one final statement.
"Wouldn't you like to see what one of your predecessors went through?"
An eerie electronic giggle filled the air. I woke up suddenly. If this means I'm going to return to Freddy's in my dreams, then I want no part of it. I've had enough of having to babysit a pack of possessed robots.
The scene faded to the interior of a messy car. Soda cans, heavy metal CDs, magazines and several other items covered the passenger and back seats. I sat in the driver's seat. I looked at the car radio. It was quarter til midnight. I pushed the car door open and walked into the building in front of me. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, or at least the 1987 version. I had enough time to go to the bathroom and fix my hair before the shift. I checked my reflection once I got inside. Had I suddenly become a different man? Lighter complexion, curly red hair, and terrified-looking eyes. I fished a comb out of my pocket and ran it through my hair a couple times. I slowly looked in the direction of the hall. I wonder what this job might entail.
Pardon the shortness of this chapter. I'll get to the goods in the next chapter.