(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a really dark and depressing FNAF fanfic based on this Public Information Film about playing on farms: watch?v=P0GyRz_lOQA the fanfic you are about to see is from Foxy's point of view, it is an alternate universe fanfic, I hope you enjoy.)
It all started when me and my friends were pretending to be Native-Americans on the farm, however when the farmer was driving his tractor, we pretended it was a train. Chica decided to hop on the trailer. But the tractor turned, and Chica fell of only to be crushed by one of the wheels. The next day at school, the teacher took her name off the student board, it was a horrible experience.
After school, we played on the farm again. We played hide and seek, and I was it. While BB was running to hide, he didn't know where he was going, and therefore fell in the slurry pit. Eww. We didn't know where he was until I couldn't find him anymore. The day after that, the teacher removed all his stuff from his desk. I couldn't believe it, my friends were dying one by one.
After pretending to hunt on the farm the other day, we found a tool shed and went in, there was a can of weed killer, and we decided to drink it to celebrate our victory, but Freddy told us weed killer is poison, so we pretended to drink it, but Puppet accidentally took a sip. He instantly spat it out, but he got sick anyway and had to go home. That night, I woke up to him screaming in pain and agony calling for his mother. The screams were horrifying. It must've been that bad. the screams suddenly stopped. I never saw or heard of Puppet again after that dreadful night.
The next day, we were playing on the farm again, but it was only me, Bonnie, and Freddy now. We decided to play more of our game however. Freddy and I opened the metal gate, but we didn't know how to use it, so it fell over and crushed Bonnie. There was blood all over him, he kind of looked like he was sleeping, but we knew he would never wake up.
It was me and Freddy now, I asked the farmer if I could play on the tractor, he said I could, as long as I was careful. I got on the tractor and pretended it was a race car. I imagined me zooming around the track, everyone cheering for me, I was proud. Well, until I accidentally released the handbrake. I wasn't able to control the tractor, so I crashed down a hill. Everything went dark, then several long hours later, I heard voices. It was my parents.
I realized I was being buried and that I died, I could hear my family talking about a "funeral", I have no idea what that was. Out of all of us, Freddy seemed to have survived this gruesome week. That's funny, I always thought he was a bit "daft". I then saw a light, it was God calling for me. I went and am having a good "life" there, but I wish that I went to this so-called "funeral".
The End