I groan as someone pulls me out of bed and down the stairs. I'm thrown onto the couch, but I don't move. The all-too familiar tinkling of a music box causes my eyes to snap open and I sit up, being faced with nothing but utter darkness.

"M-Mike," I whisper into the darkness, hoping to get an answer.

"Yes," I glance over my shoulder. I shriek when I see the animatronic head of Freddy Fazbear behind me. I fall to the floor and land on my back, glaring at the ceiling as the lights flicker on and my brother begins to laugh like a mad man.

"Very funny, Mike," I groan, "Now, help me up," I stretch out my hand to Mike as he removes the mask and he grasps it. I smirk and pull him onto the floor with me. He thuds next to me as I begin to giggle and I turn my attention to the clock, 11:37 AM. Well, I slept in late. I stand up and enter my office, still in my tank top and sweat pants. I log onto YouTube and pull up Five Nights at Freddy's in another window, which Scott Cawthon based off of my brother's place of work. I press F6 and start my recording.

"Hey, what's up guys? Cassidy Schmidt here and I'm playing Five Nights at Freddy's," I say into my microphone and Mike waltzes into my office, taking a seat next to me, "with my brother Mike since he has nothing better to do. Now, this has been requested so many times by you guys that I had to do it eventually. So, what do you say Mike? You're pretty experienced with this sort of thing." I turn to my brother.

"Let's do this," I nod and click on New Game.

{time lapse}

"Alright," I gasp, "night five. We've gotten this far without dying."

"That's because I'm such a pro at this," Mike brags.

"Yeah, yeah, shut up. I want to listen to the call this time." I watch as the screen turns from black with the message "12 AM Night 5" on it to the office. The phone rings and I pretend to pick it up by using my hand to act as a phone. I'm met with a demonic voice that I instantly knew was Golden Freddy; Mike told me all about him, and how his voice sounds. I shudder as Golden Freddy continues to talk and constantly check the cameras and halls. Mike puts an arm around my shoulder, sensing my stress, and pulls me close to him.

"All you need to do is try to keep an eye on Freddy," Mike explains, "He's the one you want to watch out for." I nod and analyze each camera as I flip between them. I look at the Show Stage to see Freddy gone. I frantically flip through the cameras, freezing in fear as I land on the East Hall, where Freddy is staring right into the camera. I jump back a bit when I see him, but my hands are still hovering over the mouse and keyboard. I shake my head lightly and put the screen down only to be met with a jump scare from Freddy, his eyes nothing but black holes with white dots in the middle. I shriek and hide my face in Mike's chest. I groan in annoyance, my voice muffled. Mike chuckles and rubs my back.

"Well, that's all folks," My brother says, shutting off my recording. He glances at the clock and turns to me. I look up at him.

"Bye Cassidy," My brother kisses my forehead, "I'm off to work my shift." I glance at the clock, 5:30 PM.

"Alright, Mike," I hug him back; "I'll pick you up at midnight! Don't let the animatronics get to ya!" I hear the door slam and the car start and pull out of the driveway; I'm alone. I go back to YouTube and edit the video, posting it afterwards and going to Smike's channel to watch a few theory videos. Of course, I already knew almost everything about the game thanks to my brother, since the animatronics told him a few things about the mysteries of the pizzeria. But it was still fun to see what other people came up with.

I glance over at the clock, 11:42 PM. I jump up from my chair and slip on my hunting boots and hoodie. I snatch my keys from the desk and my phone rings as I lunge for it.

"Hello?" I answer the phone.

"Hey Cassidy," It's Jeremy!

"Oh, hey Jeremy, I'm just about to go and pick up Mike…"

"I figured that," A car horn honks outside and I sprint to the window to see Jeremey's car in front of the house, "Want a ride?"

I smile, "Sure, just give me a second." I run from the window to the front door, throwing it open and darting across the lawn to Jeremy's car. I hang up the call and climb into the car. I shut the door and put on the seat belt.

"Thanks Jeremy," I say and turn to smile at him, "You're a life saver." He smiles and puts the car in drive as I lean back in my seat. I close my eyes, letting the subtle rocking of the car help me drift off to sleep. I'm quickly interrupted by Jeremy slamming on the breaks. My eyes snap open and I grip the handle that's next to the windshield. I turn to Jeremy, breathing heavily.

"Jeremy," I gasp, "what the hell?"

"I-I'm sorry," He stutters, "there was s-something running a-across the r-road. I-It came out of n-nowhere." I nod and lean back in my seat again, sighing.

"As long as you're alright…" My voice trails off and the car starts to move again. Jeremy turns the corner and pulls into the parking lot of the pizzeria. He turns off the engine and climbs out of the car. I follow suit and stand frozen for a few seconds, just staring at the building. Jeremy waves a shaky hand in front of my face and I turn to him, seeing a worried and nervous expression on his face.

"I'm okay," I reassure him, "Let's just get Mike." I walk ahead of him and hear him muttering behind me.