Summary: Scott was a normal man working the night shift. Once he is killed, the world that he thought he knew is taken from him and he is left alone until he meets five dead children. Now, he will do what he can to help the children as he struggles to remember what really happened on that night. Rated T for mentioned murder and disturbing imagery in the beginning.
EDIT: The first few chapters are being rewritten along with a few edits here and there for the other chapters.
Disclaimer: The FNAF series is owned by Scott Cawthon.
Chapter 1: Nightmare
Scott Robinson was sitting alone in his office. It was about four in the morning, and he nothing wanted more than to go home and rest. Still, he had to stay alert. He couldn't let the animatronics get in the office.
The security guard went through the cameras with lightening speed. Freddy was in the restroom. He was shrouded in darkness. Bonnie stood in the Dining Area. He was staring at the camera. CRASH! Chica was in the kitchen. Scott could hear pots and pans crashing to the ground. Foxy was...
Foxy. Where was Foxy? There was no one at Pirate Cove. The curtain was open. He heard frantic footsteps.
Scott cursed under his breath. He stood up and hit the green button to his left. The door closed just as the fox arrived. The animatronic started to pound on the door. Scott watched as the power dropped. Closer and closer to the end.
He could feel his heart racing. He tried to relax. He only had two hours to go. Then, he would be home. But he had been checking the camera so much. He only had 30 percent of his power left. The lights could go out at any minute, and...
Scott got on the phone and called the pizzeria. The voice mails were supposed to be for training the next guard. Tonight, he was using them to distract himself. He wasn't going to risk having a panic attack.
Before he knew it, the voice mail began. "Hello, hello? Hey, wow! Day four. I knew you could do it. Uh, hey, listen. I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow."
Foxy still banged on the door. He must have been persistent tonight. Scott glanced at the door. "It's been a bad night here, for me. I'm kinda glad I recorded those messages for you..." He paused to clear his throat. "Uh, when I did. Uh, hey, do me a favor."
Foxy kept pounding on the door. Scott rubbed a hand through his hair. Why wouldn't he stop? "Maybe sometime, you can check inside those suits in the back room? I'm gonna hold out until someone checks. Maybe it won't be so bad. I've always wondered what was in all those empty heads back there."
He could hear music playing from a distance. Freddy must have been in the kitchen now. "You know..."
Chica was moaning softly. The right door was still open. Scott didn't dare turn around. Instead, he checked the West Hall Corner. He expected to see Bonnie. But he wasn't there. All he could see was an empty hall and a flash of gold.
That was when Scott felt someone watching over him. He froze. "Oh no..."
Scott sat up after a terrifying experience. What just happened to him? What was happening now? The last thing he remembered were the animatronics. What did they do to him? He couldn't feel anything! He couldn't feel the floor beneath him. He couldn't even feel the adrenaline from before. His entire body felt numb.
Scott tried to calm down. He was fine. Everything was just fine. He looked around and noticed that he was backstage. He was surrounded by animatronic parts. There were even spare heads of the three beloved characters.
The security guard jumped when he noticed a man sitting nearby. The man wore a pale blue shirt along with dark blue pants. His entire body was limp. But that wasn't even the worst part. He was wearing a Bonnie head. Instead of magenta, its eyes were hazel. Blood was already coming out of the eyes.
The man wore a name tag on his shirt. His name was...
Scott froze. That was him. He was dead. It all came rushing back. The animatronics came together and dragged him here. His eyes and teeth were painfully pushed out as they forced the mask on him. Now, he was left here to rot.
The world started to spin around him. He was just panicking when he told the guard to check in the back! There was some part of him that believed he would make it. Now, in a place where fantasy and fun were supposed to come to life, it was his nightmares that were playing out in front of him.
He fell down to his knees. Soon, he was crying. He cried until he couldn't anymore.
Hello, everyone! So, I have been having writers block and I just needed something to write. I haven't seen this done before, so I decided to write it. This will probably be a short story or something. Let me know if you want more.
Oh, and yes. Scott is named after the creator of the game.
-Colorful and Free
