Chapter One

Terror pounded through my veins. My feet pounding on the tiled floor seemed distant...almost surreal. As if I wasn't running with all my heart, soul, mind, and strength. As if I wasn't getting chased to death. As if I was simply making a 3 AM run to the bathroom. But that wasn't my scenario. I was running for my very life, my body.

"SCREEEEEEEE!" It was eardrum shattering. Bonnie stood in front of me, in between me and the door. My heart pounded in my throat. I couldn't die. I was too young. I whipped around to head towards the other entrance. I could hear CLANK CLANK CLANK as the faceless animatronic bunny pursued me. I had to survive. I had to make Mike and Phone Guy proud. I had to be a good example for Fritz and Jeremy. As for Vincent… well, I always thought if I got murdered it would be him, and not my actual job.

I couldn't die now. I still had things to do with all my coworkers, whom were my closest and pretty much my only friends. I still had dumb puns and alcohol to share with Mike. I still had complaining to do and coffee to drink with Phone Guy(that was his nickname, he refused to EVER tell ANYONE his real name). I still had music taste to discuss with Jeremy. The kid still liked dubstep. I still had world domination plots and the physics of toast to debate with Vincent. And Fritz… I still had to watch The Walking Dead and eat the extra large pepperoni and black olive pizza with him. Netflix was our thing. I couldn't die now. I couldn't let my friends down.

Tonight was the one night out of the entire month that I was on my own. Most guards have at least one day a month where they have to go solo. Most nights we have a partner. Could I call anyone? Mike was at Hawaii for therapy or whatever, something to do with his frontal lobe. Vince wasn't reliable at being awake at this time… it was 5 AM. Jeremy was a heavy sleeper. That left Phone Guy and Fritz. I bolted into one of the small rooms connected to the hallway. It was too dark to tell which one. My power WAS out. I pulled out my IPhone and turned it on. I dialed Phone Guy. He was addicted to coffee, so hopefully he was still awake, even if it was his week off.

As I waited for him to pick-up, I tried to think. I had shut the door to this room. No vents in this one, as I glanced around. "Hello...Hello?" I gave a sigh of relief. "Phone Guy! This is an emergen-" "Sike! This is just my voicemail! Leave a message after the beep!" I felt furious. I was wasting precious time. I dialed Fritz's number. He had to be awake. He was a gamer. Please be awake Fritz. Please don't start having healthy sleeping habits. "Kara? Shouldn't you be working?" "Fritz! The power glitched! I was at 13% and it just dropped! The power's out!" I rambled, trying to talk as fast as I could. My friend was silent for a moment. "I'm coming, keep talking to me, are you in a secure place?"

"I'm in one of the party rooms, there's no vents, and I locked the door." "Good. The only animatronic that sounds like they could be in there is Mangle." I felt my gut drop. I didn't check the ceiling. I DIDN'T CHECK THE CEILING. I DIDN'T CHECK THE CEILING! I glanced up. Two white pinpricks stared back at me from above. "I failed you, Fritz." I said in almost a whisper. "Don't move. I'll be there, just-" SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

In such a small room, the screech echoed. The pinpricks moved at lightning fast speed towards me. Cold, sharp metal pierced my throat, and I could feel hot blood gush out. Mangle's jaws were powerful, and she clamped down even more, causing a small squeak to escape my mouth as my windpipe was crushed. Blood rushed in, and I started choking. My phone dropped to the ground with a clatter as I tried to pry the former pirate vixen animatronic away. "KARA!?" Fritz screamed through the phone. I heard loud chimes go off as 6 AM hit. Mangle was frozen, clamped into my throat. I couldn't breathe.

The room started to spin and become a blur, darkening. I felt tears of pain escape my eyes. My shirt was drenched, and my tie had splatters of crimson blood on it too. It was a shame… I smiled to myself, thinking of the tie to distract my thoughts and attention from the overwhelming and agonizing pain I was in.

It was the tie that Mike gave me to help me fit in. It was a glittery blue tie. "You'll look fabulous, sweetie!" He had teased me as he helped me put it on, teaching me how to correctly knot it. "Oh, shut up, you." I rolled my eyes as I smiled. The tie matched my security guard hat perfectly. I then wore the tie frequently, and the other guards enjoyed teasing Mike about his taste, and me for wearing it.

I heard a loud thud on the door along with several others, before the door swung open. I could barely keep my eyes open as Fritz screamed, his oversized glasses covering his nerdy eyes, which were constantly threatened to be blinded by his crazy curly ginger hair. "Kara!" he rushed to my side, wearing only a t-shirt and boxers. "I'm calling 911, don't worry!" Fritz held my hand as he dialed 911. I choked and sputtered, wishing I could say something. "You're going to be okay…" He mumbled. I wasn't sure if he was trying to comfort himself or me. Probably a bit of both, knowing him.

I smiled to him as the room turned black, and everything went numb. I couldn't hear, smell, feel, taste or see anything. This was the end of me...I was dying.

Hope you guys enjoyed my first attempt at FNAF fanfiction! Sorry if the first chapter is a bit short!

~Kara