Running feet down the hall, coming closer Oh so close.. No time, tried to spin around and reach for the door button not making it.

The pirate grabs onto my arm, pulling me out of the office, exchanging his grip on my arm to a grip on my collar, slamming my back against the wall.

A gasp was heard, it sounded distant but I knew it was mine, I could feel the cold metal of the pirate Fox's hook going down my neck, slowly.. hungrily almost devilishly lustful, before it reached my abdomen and cut.

I screamed, another distant sound like I was hearing it from a mile away, while inside of a shack.. It was physically painful but a light of clarity hit me.

I was going to die, death already gripped it's inescapable hands around me.. I would see my Father again, my friends, my lover.. and I would see the woman who I had no memory of, but owed everything to.. my Mother.. I wondered if she cared about me, my birth had been the reason she died, I murdered her.

But I would find that out soon.. for now words escaped my lips "Thank you.. Foxy." once those words were said I saw a bright flash before everything started to go dark.

"AH!" I screamed, bolting upwards in my bed, I panted heavily before slouching over and holding my face in my hands It was just a dream.. A dream. I thought to myself, I wanted to hold on to the dream, as terrible as it was, but already I felt the memory of the dream disappearing, going, going.. gone.

I moved my hands away from my face and looked around my small bedroom, it was crappy.. my whole apartment was crappy to tell the truth, but it was home.

All emotion had drained from my eyes, from my body as I looked around "Major Depression" the doctors called it, it was probably true my life as of last year had many unfortunate events, deaths.. Father first.. forcing me to leave his house and then my friends.. all of them had decided to go to the movies while I was moving, I really wanted to get my stuff moved in so I declined going with them.. and I was still mourning dad.

A truck ran into the car they were driving in.. and all of them lost their lives that day.

So I went to six different funerals, not able to be there for the entirety of any.. and I came back home, numb of any emotion except for sorrow.

Mourning the deaths didn't help anything, I never stopped being sad, and soon one day I woke up numb of ANY emotion.. my flash of surprise had been an oddity.

A beautiful oddity.

I got up off of my bed, and walked out of my bedroom into the living room area, the walls were a pale yellow, the one couch was small and torn on places, it faced a little T.V.

I walked over to my bathroom, opening the door, leaving it open as I entered.. I didn't have to use the toilet or anything, I just wanted to see my face and reflect, as was the custom.

A pale woman stared back at me, I was young.. just recently old enough to drink, my dark hair fell down to my upper back.. I reached over to my toilet where a hairband lay, I made my hair into a ponytail, all the while staring at myself.

Then I began to speak to the mirror.

"Hey Meredith.. you look great today." I said, moving closer to the mirror, it wouldn't have been crazy if I hadn't answered myself.

"You look just as great Meredith! I love what you did to your hair!"

"I do the same thing to my hair everyday."

"Oh I'm so stupid, Please stab me."

"With pleasure Meredith."

"Ow it hurts, it hurts so good!"

"HAHAHAHAH" I roared with laughter hysterically "DIE! DIE BITCH!" I screamed making a stabbing motion.

I guess I wasn't completely lost of emotion.. this happened often.

I walked out of my bathroom, and to my kitchen, I quickly made myself some scrambled eggs, and ate it right there on my counter, not bothering to go to the little dining area.

I had just lost my job as a cashier at my local Starbucks.. so I decided to walk to my front door, opening it I saw that it was raining outside.. didn't matter, I looked down to see a newspaper at my feet.

I picked up the newspaper and went back into my apartment

I opened the newspaper right there, in my doorway.. the front page showed a picture that immediately caught my attention.

At the top it said in big words "HELP WANTED" right under that it had the name of the restaurant that I had spent much of my childhood at until I was eight years old.. the year I stopped coming was 1987.

A memory came back to me then.. in a rush.

"Daddy! Daddy! Look! Their show is ending! Come on Daddy!" I called cheerfully to my Father, he wasn't paying attention though.. he was on his phone, business call, he walked out of the restaurant, mumbling into the phone.. He probably wanted someplace more quiet.

I frowned sadly, turning away and walking over to our table.. I sniffled as I sat down, starting to cry softly.. I stayed there like that not noticing I had missed the end of the band's show until I heard metallic footsteps walking up to me.

I looked up to see Freddy Fazbear, the mascot of the restaurant staring down at me.

"What's wrong sport?" he asked friendlily, with a smile.

"My daddy left to go talk to someone else, he hates me.. I know he does." I sobbed, looking up at the animatronic bear.

Freddy's smile faded, and he knelt down, opening up his arms "Come here." he commanded, I fell into his embrace, crying onto his shoulder.

I felt the bear rubbing the back of my head as the tears streamed down my face we stayed in silence, and eventually I felt better.

It had been the first time I went to the Pizzeria.

Me and my Father went often after that, I suspected it was just to get rid of me.. but I didn't care, I just wanted to spend time with Freddy and the gang.

I grew to love the four animatronics, they became like family to me.. they all seemed so.. alive at the time, Bonnie taught me how to play the guitar when he wasn't using it.. I think I was a good singer, at least that's what my robotic family told me.

I even played on the stage once, it was Christmas,so softly I strummed on Bonnie's guitar singing the song Jingle Bells to the people who listened.. my dad was listening, smiling at me.

Apparently the people who were there that day also thought I was a good singer, because after the song was done I swear the applause I got, it felt like the whole world was cheering me on.

It was amazing.

I sighed, coming out of my memory, I walked over to my dining table putting the newspaper down.. I would come back to it later.

I found myself walking to my bedroom without commanding my legs to move, they just carried me to my closet.

Opening the closet door I was met with a nostalgic sight.. Emotion flooded me.. a mix of happiness and sadness I hadn't felt in years.

There, in a box was the guitar Bonnie had lent me for that performance, it was dusty from not being used in a long while.

Bonnie had given the guitar to me, telling me to keep it a secret that he had loaned me it, he was supplied with a new one later on.. And I had kept it.

I picked the guitar up, dusting it off before walking over to my bed and sitting down.

I closed my eyes and let memory flood over me again.. back to that Christmas.

I started strumming the guitar softly, my voice following the pitch.

Dashing through the snow

In a one-horse open sleigh

O'er the fields we go

Laughing all the way

Bells on bobtail ring

Making spirits bright

What fun it is to ride and sing

A sleighing song tonight!

Jingle bells, jingle bells,

Jingle all the way.

Oh! what fun it is to ride

In a one-horse open sleigh.

Jingle bells, jingle bells,

Jingle all the way;

Oh! what fun it is to ride

In a one-horse open sleeeeiiigh.

I finished the song, the final words longer then usual..

Memory gripped me again.. of my final days at Freddy Fazbears Pizza

I was playing around in the ball pit, Chica was there with me, laughing with me and the other children around.

And then it happened.. something unexpected and horrifying.

I was looking when it occurred as well.. Some little girl, younger then I was at the time (I was eight) was messing with Foxy.. when suddenly Foxy crouched down and bit down on the child's head.

The pirate Fox didn't look like he was himself, especially considering once he had done it Foxy pulled back in surprise... big mistake, the motion backwards caused Foxy to take the girl's frontal lobe with him as he bolted upwards.

Next thing I knew everyone was screaming, I wasn't screaming, I was climbing out of the ball pit, looking up at Chica about to question what had happened, when a hand grabbed me and lifted me up, my Father.

I was now screaming.. I wanted to be let go! I needed to know what came over Foxy! It was too early to leave!

But I did leave.. and never came back.

I put down my guitar and walked back into the dining area, picking up the newspaper, I didn't notice the part that said that the company was not responsible for death/dismemberment and just called the number.

"Hello?" someone asked on the other end.

"Hello, I would like to apply for a job."