Disclaimer: I don't own Five Nights at Freddy
He's Coming
I remember that day when I was able to go to Freddy's pizzeria. The way my family used to enjoy the food, and the laughter of children. I remember the ways I use to be able to play with my friend from down the street. That was until a man named John Edville got a job at the Pizzeria. Let me tell you what happened I remember the story quite well.
John Edville is your usual man a hardworking husband trying to support a family. His wife said that they were running out of money so he got a job at Freddy pizzeria. So John went out and found a second job on 69th Middle street.
John had to get a night shift since that is the only shift available. John got the uniform and started work right away. "I believe that we're making a grave mistake" were the last words John spoke to his wife before he went off to work. He went into his office which has nothing special except the walls and floor were made of wood.
A metal fan that stood up by itself lied plugged in and rotated. Two metal doors and on the walls were photos of the toy animatronics. John sat down on a rolling chair and sat down. The metal tick of the clock could be heard.
"What was that?" John asked. Sound of metal being hit could be heard from the office John turned his head. He relaxed and checked his tablet which could see any of the cameras. A loud noise was heard. John looked up in a frantic move. He turned his head right from left nothing made a sound, expect the tick of the clock and the fan. John soon relaxed and went back into a contented revealed again that noise was heard. The phone rang, and John jumped from his chair. "What the hell is this?" He looked at the phone and picked it up.
"Hello hello." The voice didn't answer and as he moved the phone from his ear the voice answered in a little voice that wasn't human. "He's coming." John turned his head side to side and his heart raced. "Who is this?" "He's coming." The person on the phone hung up. Nothing but the darkening silence of the office could be heard. John waited a minute and another minute. Nothing could be heard, just the deepening silence. John shook his head "I must be going crazy." Ring Ring
John picked up the phone "Hello hello." Deep breathing and the return of the voice "he's coming." "Who, who coming," John screamed in the phone. Dead silence returned to the office. John looked at every little creek and noise. He relaxed telling himself everything is going to be fine. John grabbed a journal that his wife gave him. He wrote about everything that has happened every shape. The phone rang again and the same two words were spoken "he's coming." John heart raced faster than it had ever. "I've got to get out of here" John panicked and fell to the floor Ring Ring "Get out, He's coming."
John raced to the door. It slammed shut. John banged on the metal door. "Open up" a flash happened and the light went out. A minute later the light came back on However only one things was missing. The metal fan wasn't on the stand. Ring Ring. The phone rang again John raised and picked it up. "I told you he's coming and now he's here." The voice on the other end snarled while laughed "who, who's coming."
The phone went dead John looked at the cord it is cut "what the, who is calling." A scratch could be heard. John grabbed his journal and wrote. In it "screech" there the voice again louder. As each seconding passing the screech grew louder John wrote faster. John looked at the table and that is the last we know except for one thing. "I did get a warning, and I didn't listen."
The cops came the next day his body wasn't found however on the poster written in blood "He's Coming."