I had an idea about writing a one-shot centered on the cutscenes of Custom Night.
I'm not extremely good at writing frightening stuff, but please, bear with me.
It's mainly a POV of one man in that crowd outside the sister location.
The abandoned building was the place everyone knew about, the legends about the animatronics that laid waste in there and how the men wandering down never returned. Out of everyone else, the guy I saw walking in the first night seemed to be downright thrilled to do this, as if seeking adventure was the way of life for him. I never knew his name, we met just in passing, as he previously worked in the company I was in.
It seemed like the legends did not deter him, nor the fact that animatronics were supposedly still in there - - after the Fazbear accidents, one would be more cautious about leaving their children in any of the Fazbears' pizzerias, but this man was not like everyone else. He shot me a curious glare - - it looked like it was the glare of a madman, ready to embrace said madness.
It was the third night he went in the building, and my mind couldn't stop wondering why he looked so different each night - - while I was happy to see he was still alive, he didn't look at me this time. In fact, he walked away as if he didn't care at all, and his skin was completely - -
- - gruesome.
What the hell happened to him?
In the fourth night the man wandered there, two tehnicians were also going in the abandoned building - - I wanted to stop them, to tell them something bad is happening in the building, as the first tehnician looked horrible - - but another part of me knew that they probably wouldn't listen. I sighed at the fact that I couldn't prevent such a horrible thing from happening, and I stood there, waiting for the horrifying man to come out.
The doors opened with a loud whirr, and everyone else hid behind their homes, as the man looked even creepier than before.
One of his eyes was strangely shining, while his skin looked so horribly dark, not to mention the rotting stench...
Was he a walking...? No...it couldn't be, right?
The fifth night was the one where fear completely overwhelmed me, as the man was completely rotten, and there seemed to be no sign of life from him, except for - -
- - that eye.
That eye shines so strangely...
Something was heard as metallic parts were apparently trying to set themselves free, and the sight of a metallic skeleton erupting out of the man's body - -
- - I couldn't bear to watch anymore.
He was gone, forever.
