A/N: Cause FNAF be amazing. Plus, the theory's on this game is out of the wazoo! There also very creative and unique and loveable. *sighs* Gotta love FNAF.
Disclaimer: I could never make a horror game. I would scare the shit out of myself just making those things. I only own this fic and my OC.
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The late night air is cool and thick with humidity. It had been raining earlier making everything damp and soggy. I stood in front of a run down building, a few faded red bricks were falling out of there places, vines grew over them. The windows were both cracked, smashed, or in entire peices. And, what I assumed used to be, a neon sign. The letters were either hanging by a single screw or had fallen off to reveal the light silhouette underneath them. The letters came together to make 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria'.
I shiver and tuck my hands into the pocket of my yellow hoodie grasping the flashlight I had brought with me. My long, brown hair falls over my face as the breeze picks it up and carrys it. I tuck it behind my glasses and survey the building I stand in front of. I had heard one too many rumours about this place. Sure, robotic AI's were one thing, but then AI's killing night time security guards? That's almost unbelievable. If only it were false. But, all thanks to the God damn press and science, it's true. I can't believe they didn't shut this place down after 'The Bite'. They somehow kept going. Until the murder of Mike Schmidt. That had sent it to the grave. The pizzeria was nothing more then a childhood memory now. Or, what was left of everyone's childhood.
I still remember those few years before my entire reality was corrupted. Me and my parents only went there every so often, special occasions mostly. I remember we would always come here for my birthdays. The animatronics would always be at my table singing me that cheesy happy birthday song. I recall that I couldn't help but blush everytime they sang for me.
I recollect that Freddy The Bear had always been one of my favourites, ever since I first came here he was. I always loved how he sung, even if he was a robot. And the tux he wore always made him have that air of gentle manliness. He was very superior too, always taking responsibility and pride as the leader.
Then, there was Foxy The Pirate. He was and never had been a member of Freddy's band as Chica The Chicken and Bonnie The Bunny had been. He usually stood alone in his Pirates Cove. Not many children went there, and even some of the biggest fans of Foxy would only meet him seldomly. I, on the other hand, would visit his cove every time I went. I knew what it was like to be lonely as I didn't have very many friends growing up. But, some people like to be left alone, I could tell Foxy was that way, but he also wanted just one special person to talk to. No matter who it was. I guess I was that special person. Although, I don't think I could be anymore. Not since that. God, not since any of that happened have I ever been able to have the same view about them. It will always be the part of me that was so fooled.
A slight smile plays on my lips as think back to those oh so sacred memory's. But, it soon fades as I remember what I was about to do. Why I was even at this abandoned place? I was going to have a look around. Some might call it, breaking and entering, but what harm done if it was thrown away and no one is around to even care about it? It would be worth a shot. I guess I just want some childhood nostalgia or something. I don't really have a reason for it. I only hope that the animatronics do not work anymore.
I let out a breath that I hadn't realised I had been holding and brang my flashlight out of my hoodies pocket. I flick on the switch as the bright light shines through the darkness of the night playfully reflecting off the broken shards of glass. I take one final breath before taking my first, (and maybe last), step into the eerie and ominous restaurant.
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A/N: I had quite a lot of fun writing this chapter as you can see. Took a while but was definitely worth it. Hope you liked it! R&R!