Not Alone
By:
NightsCandy
Prologue
When Markiplier first played Five Nights at Freddy's, I was not interested. I tried my best to avoid it that day, but being an eleven year old alone in her house during the summer can get a bit boring. When Mark didn't upload anything else that day, I just gave in and watched the video.
Well, being the weakling I am, I fell in love with the game. I fell in love with everything about it. Sometimes I even wished that it was real, except for the whole... Dead kids... thing.
I'm the kind of person that says "Be careful what you wish for," and wow, I should really listen to myself.
Right now, it's 3:00 A.M, and I'm playing the second Five Nights at Freddy's game; it's one of my favorites because of all of the animatronics that are in it!
I'm finally "jump-scared" by Withered Bonnie, and after a string of curse words, I am brought to a mini-game. It's the one where Foxy has to run to the kids. On the third time where Foxy sees the kids die, I make him turn around and run toward Purple Guy - or Pink Guy.
"Get him!" I yell. I then laugh. I sigh as Foxy stands in front of the dead kids, and then he jump-scares me.
I honestly hate the fact that I couldn't prevent Purple Guy from pulling that shit with those kids. It just isn't fair, you know?
Finally, I decide to go to bed. I leave the game and my laptop on, since I'll probably get back to it when I wake up. It's odd when you're almost a teenager and you only need about two hours of sleep.
I turn the speakers off, spin around in my swivel chair, and hop into my bed. It's hot in my room tonight, so I don't put the blankets on. Soon, I'm asleep.
I get about six minutes of sleep before my dream explodes into white, purple, red, and yellow. It's like a peanut butter jelly and marshmallow sandwich exploded in my brain! I wake up and have what they call a "catapult awakening."
I'm a sweaty mess right now, even if I am wearing a t-shirt and shorts. My throat is dry, and my water bottle is empty. I sigh as I take my water bottle off of my nightstand and roll out of bed. As I do, a loud banging noise comes from the attic makes me jump. Bang, bang, thud.
"That doesn't sound good..." I mutter. I then shrug. "Must've been one of dad's things." Speaking of parents, did I manage to mention that mine are out for the whole summer? Smart, leaving your twelve year old daughter at home for the summer! Haha, just kidding I'm a loser with no friends.
I carefully walk downstairs, making the stairs occasionally creak. Creak, step, creeaak. It's dark in the hallway downstairs, but there are some lights on in the kitchen from the coffee machine and the fridge. I tip-toe my way in there, and refill my water bottle, purposely getting water on my arms to cool them down.
Before I can get back upstairs though, I trip over something and drop my water bottle. "Mother fucking shit...!" I mutter. I look around to see what I tripped on, but there's absolutely nothing there. "What the fuck?" I question.
All of a sudden, there's an oddly familiar laugh coming from the living room. It sounds a lot like the most hated animatronic, Balloon Boy.
I pass it off as my imagination and pull myself off of the floor. I pick my water bottle up and go up the stairs.
As I'm passing my mom's bedroom, I hear static and the occasional words being spoken. A feeling of fear fills my stomach, and I'm starting to wonder if I've finally gone insane. I try to ignore the static as I open my laptop. It shut itself off, which is actually kind of disappointing. I decide that it takes too much effort to turn it on, but I'm not tired enough to go back to bed.
After five minutes, the static continues, and I'm starting to hear footsteps all around my house. I shut my door, which usually happened when I was nine and afraid that Slenderman was going to kill me in my sleep.
Footsteps approach my door, and I hear breathing from outside. Holy shit, there is literally a person in my house and I'm alone!
The breathing continues, and I know sooner or later I'm going to have to open my door. I just can't lock myself in my room. I cautiously open my door, and guess who's there?
Foxy the fucking Pirate from Five Nights at Freddy's. Also known as Yiff Bait. I scream as I slam the door and put my back against it.
I cover my mouth to prevent myself from screaming again. How did he get into my house? Was the static in my mom's room... Mangle? WAS IT BALLOON BOY THAT FUCKING TRIPPED ME!? Who was in the attic!?
There's muffled talking outside of my door, but I still fear to open it, even if they are speaking like humans! Suddenly, there's a knock on my door.
"Lass?" THE YIFF BAIT SPEAKS. "Lass, please let me in..." He sounds really sincere, as if he's not actually going to kill me.
"No thanks, I'd rather not!" I reply.
"We're not going to kill ye, I swear!" He says, and I laugh sarcastically.
"Ah yes, and I'm over five foot three!"
"Is that seriously her?" A prissy female voice asks. "She's usually more... Not a coward." I have no idea what she means but it makes me angry!
"Ah, shut up..." Foxy mutters. "I know her better than ye do anyways." Uh, what? "Lassie, please let me in! I thought ye said that I was yer friend?"
Let me explain that. Whenever I play Five Nights at Freddy's, I usually choose I'd be best friends with in real life and who'd be my enemy. I chose Foxy as my best friend because in a way, we're a lot both close ourselves off in some way, and we're smarter than the others! I chose Purple Guy as my enemy. I didn't exactly know that Foxy would take my choosing to heart, because... He's a video game character. And an animatronic.
"Please..." He mutters. I give in and open the door, to see that Foxy and Toy Chica are standing outside of my bedroom. Foxy stares at me, as if he's surprised to see me.
I wouldn't blame him either. I have long, messy, curly dark brown hair, almond shaped honey brown eyes, and tan skin. My body is extremely skinny, but that's because of genetics. I hate it. It's not the kind of skinny you see in dirty magazines, you know? I'm not "thin but curvy in all of the right places," I'm "thin every where."
"Foxy, stop staring at her and get her down stairs!" Toy Chica says, obviously getting impatient. I already know who my second enemy might be! "Hurry up!" She scoffs, and then goes down the stairs. Okay, rude.
Foxy is still staring. "I-It's amazing to finally meet ye, lassie..." He says.
Uh. "It's nice to meet you too..." I mumble nervously. This is odd.
"It's great to see the face behind the voice... I've been hearin' ye talk for so long..."
"FOXY!" Toy Chica screams from down stairs. Foxy nervously glances down the stairs, and then back at me.
"Sorry..." He mutters. "Is there any chance that ye'll go down the stairs with me?"
"HAHAH No."
Once again, he nervously glances at the steps and then back at me. Then out of no where, he picks me up. "HEY!" I yell. "I DO NOT APPROVE OF THIS!" He starts to carry me down stairs, and then he places me on the floor in the living room.
Freddy is sitting on my dad's recliner, Bonnie, Toy Bonnie, and Chica are sitting on one couch, and Mangle, Toy Chica, and Toy Freddy are sitting on the other. My breath catches in my throat as the Marionette emerges from my dad's bedroom with Golden Freddy. Balloon Boy decided to take his place on the coffee table.
"Holy shit..." I whisper.