A/N
Welcome Derps! Bros! And of course Derp-ets to another story not just made by me but with the ecstatic help of Hunter Hero!
Now, I don't wanna hog the A/N notes, but, I am sorry if I haven't been updating my other story It,Itself, and Mike. But know that I will get back on it.
Right now, I just wanna hang back and chill with Hunter!
So! Disclaimer. We don't own FNAF. Nor the Characters! Hunter owns Alex and I own Derrick. Sort of an OC if ya put it. So Enjoy!
Dreams are the focal point of bringing what could and can be reality. If understanding is in order, take falling for example. You, in a dream, feel yourself diving at whatever altitude you fall from.
The wind in your ears the tingle in the *ahem* area. It feels all to real. Then comes the moment of dread as you finally are able to see when you're going to hit the pavement. The feeling in your stomach and the constant irritation of not being able to move.
Then you wake up. Just before you smack across the dreamscape, shattering what was real and false.
You awake with a confused start shielding yourself, or being stiff from horror. Dreams, can and should be false. But what can you do? Its your head. Its your memories. But all the time you are asleep.
What about nightmares?
The fear of every child and adult. Ranging from scary to horrifying. In that reality, you can't escape, you can't move. Frozen it seems from fear. You can only watch of what monster your head cooks up a spits at you, waiting for it to wake you up.
Nightmares bend reality. Understanding? They both happen when you Dream, and when you are awake.
Chapter 1:
Meet your average Joe, Alex. Located in a crappy motel room within four disease risen walls. Right now currently on the couch about to suffer a serious hangover. Beer bottles lay strewn about his form, littering what living space he had.
His full name was Alex Douglas Cards. But for short people called him Deck. You know? Deck of... Well anyway, He had Blonde hair and brown eyes. All of which were either matted down or glassed over.
One moment, he was happily drooling on his pillow, the next he was using it to cover his ears. The alarm clock on the post next to him went off, obviously, and annoyingly, telling him to wake up.
So with a great heave, he slammed his hand down on the Black target and smiled unevenly when the noise stopped.
Then it hit him, oh the headache. Now he remembered why he Z'd on the couch. He couldn't make it to the bed. It was a bit jarring in the mind as he saw his apartment sway and shake. The bath room was... Oh ... About 46 steps away?
Alex lurched toward and hastily made his way to the toilet as he heaved god knows what he ate or rather drank.
After heaving his insides out he flushed the toilet and sat down and leaned his head next to the sink. His vision swam with stars and small dots as he tried to stand.
Then, out of all things, there came knocking on his door. Alex blurry looked from the corner of the bathroom door to see his front door open.
Through what he could see, it was his supposed friend. Derrick Smith.
Oh the memories they had. Childhood things. Putting gum in sisters hair, shooting frogs. Getting themselves almost expelled for creating a bomb in chemistry. But, after all they'd been through, it seemed that Derrick was on top.
Why? Simple, Derricks span of relatives owned and operated a series of Hotels and resorts. So of course, both Alex and Derrick being high school drop-outs. Derricks father had no choice but to give his son, just one piece of his stretch. And so far, Derrick had made some green from it.
Derrick had green eyes and Brown hair. Some of it was slightly bronze due to the overstay at the beach. He wore simple atire, red shirt with blue pants. He wore some black canvasses and on his head were his shades, to be blunt.
Derrick had all but one glance and saw the dissaray Alex had put himself in.
He muttered incoherently to himself and scratched his forehead,
"Hey alex? Ya in here?"
Derrick saw a hand wave from the bathroom and slowly dip to the floor. He chuckled to himself and carefully stepped over the beer and magazines on the floor, then stooped down to where Alex lay.
Derrick sighed as Alex almost barfed again,
"Jesus Deck, any day but today..."
Alex looked at Derrick and chuckled with slur,
"Why not today?"
Derrick caught Alex as he slipped from his crevice,
"Because today.."
Derrick helped Alex up,
"Is rent day."
Alex widened his eyes in shock. The one thing he always forgot. As he felt himself sit on the couch he stuttered,
"Look Derrick I..."
Derrick sighed and sat next to Alex cutting him off,
"You'll get me next week, can you help me till then?"
Derrick gazed at the powered down T.V.,
"No."
Alex whined halfheartedly,
"Oh come on, just one more week dude, I'll give it to you then..."
Derrick shook his head and chuckled,
"Alex, dude, the rent isn't the problem. Its the fact that you're not paying."
Derrick looked around the room with a frown,
"Its bad for business.."
Alex groaned, have heard of hearing this before,
"You sound like your dad man..."
Derrick nodded and twiddled his thumbs,
"If you stop fucking around, take the world in a little, you learn a thing or two."
Alex sighed and agreed silently. Both men seemed to sit in silence. All that was heard was a drip of the faucet. The tick of the alarm clock and the subtle static of the television. Alex coughed and looked at Derrick sternly,
"I'll get you the rent."
Derrick threw his hands up,
"How? Every time you get money, you blow it out your ass on beer.."
Derrick held a beer bottle up and stooped down and brought up a magazine,
"And fucking playboy magazines!"
Alex laughed nervously,
"Hey now be careful with those..."
Derrick sighed and dropped both items,
"You need a job."
Alex groaned and tilted his head back,
"Here you go with that ,"Job," word..."
Derrick nudged Derrick and stood up,
"Yeah, if I can do it, so can you."
Alex held a finger up,
"You were forced to do it."
Derrick crossed his arms and pursed his lip,
"Do I need to force you?"
Alex shook his head causing Derrick to grin. He lightly kicked Alex and said with a chuckle,
"Come here, I need to show you this."
Alex looked up and saw Derrick pull out a balled together newspaper. Derrick flattened it so it was readable and looked at Alex,
"We are going to find you a job."
Alex groaned. This was going to be painful.
-Painful Job Selections Later-
"Maid?"
"No."
"Uhmmm... Sales Clerk."
Alex shot up,
"Oh! Wait! No."
Derrick groaned and went down the list,
"Rent a cop?"
Alex opened an eye,
"At what Mall?"
Derrick mumbled and said lowly,
"Chester..."
Alex harumphed and chuckled,
"Nope."
Derrick growled and leaned back in his chair,
"You are a prick... You know that?"
Alex laughed and pouted,
"The perks of being me."
Derrick shook his head with a grin and continued down the list,
"Local street preformer?"
Alex smiled and clasped his hands together,
"That would be a..."
Derrick smirked and cocked his head,
"No?"
Alex clicked his tounge,
"Yes."
Derrick looked back down and paused. One name stuck out like a sore thumb. So sore it hurt,
"Hey Deck? You remember that kids place we used to go to?"
Alex chuckled and slapped his knee,
"Yeah, ol Chucky Cheese?"
Derrick picked up a dirty fork and threw it at Alex, missing him by near centimeters,
"No dickwad, the other kids place."
Alex thought for a moment,
"Disneyland?"
Derrick sighed in frustration and slid the newspaper across the table. Alex sat up off the couch and read the title next to it was the iconic image of a bear wearing a hat looking up holding a microphone,
Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria
NIGHT GUARD WANTED
Weekly pay of $120.50
If Interested, call 1-800-Fazbear
Alright, that caught Alex by the throat. Derrick tapped the table nervously as Alex paled,
"The pay is decent and it'll cover your rent."
Alex closed his eyes and grunted as a fresh wave of nausea hit him,
"Isn't there another job?"
Derrick grabbed the newspaper and fingered it towards the bottom,
"Uh there is a zoo janitor..."
Alex perked up,
"That doesn't sound so bad..."
Derrick held a finger up,
"You have to pick up the animals shit..."
Alex shrugged,
"Okay?"
Derrick leaned in,
"And the park civilians shit..."
Alex laughed nervously,
"Fine! Let's take the Night Guard job!"
Derrick took a red marker out from his pocket and circled the job in a rd circle. Time to call.
-A phone call later-
"Hello?"
Alex looked to his right and saw Derrick holding his thumbs up. They were in the lobby using the phone. And the current operator didn't exactly sound to estactic about talking. So, Alex cleared his throat and said nervously,
"Um... Hi? I was calling about the recent Night Guard position?"
The woman on the phone gasped and said quickly,
"What? Your, gonna take the job?"
Alex chuckled nervously and wrang his neck,
"Um yeah? That's why I'm calling?"
There was a pause and then the woman came back,
"You have a scheduled appointment at 6:00 p.m tonight. Is that attainable?"
Alex nodded and said laughing,
"Of course! See you..."
The line went dead,
"Then..."
Derrick nudged Alex,
"Well? Did ya get it?"
Alex shrugged and hung up,
"I guess. She told me 6:00 tonight... So..."
Derrick smiled and patted Alex on the shoulder,
"You should look your best man, tell ya what, I'll give you one of my suits."
Alex chuckled and nodded,
"If you insist."
Derrick laughed,
"Of course! Come on, you have to get ready. Today is a big day."
Alex felt dread hang thickly on those words.
SO!
IM BACK!
Thankfully with a brand new story and awesome helper and writer herself Hunterhero!
Hunter:"Ye made him the way I wanted him. Can't wait ta mess with Alex, ay? Hehe..."
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