Everything went by fast. Lights above her flickered as she went. There were voices surrounding her. The overwhelming feeling of sleep tried to consume her. But she fought it. She tilted her head to the side where a person was standing. "Dad..." she muttered, but she doubted that they could hear her over themselves. "Daddy..." she muttered again, only this time a little louder. It seemed to have worked because she felt a slightly larger hand cover her own. Her head tilted upwards to stare at the man. He was speaking to her, though she could not hear. Starting to panic, she began to cry. Why couldn't she hear him? Why couldn't she see him?

The hand suddenly left her's, the warmth from it going, too. She heard a faint shout, likely come from her dad, but it was too far.

Finally, they slowed down as they turned a corner. The lights from above stopped flickering as they entered a room. The feeling of drowsiness came again and she tried to fight it, but couldn't win againist it. She stared up to the ceiling, letting the darkness consume her whole.

Mary's eyes fluttered open when she heard a low humming sound. She felt a chilling breeze wash over her like a blanket. It was nice- no, peaceful. So peaceful, in fact, that she felt like laying there and going to sleep forever. She almost did it. But the moment she closed her eyes, it began to grow cold. She had tried to ignore it, but she somehow knew that this was wrong. Sighing, Mary slowly sat up and waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room.

The room that she was in was completely white. The windows were covered by blue curtains, that were flowing as the wind blew from outside. She looked to her left and saw a nightstand that was covered in 'Get Well Soon' cards, some purple Lilacs in a vase, and a flashlight.

With a shaky breath, she turned her body to face the edge of the bed, and let foot hit the cold, tiled floor. She shivered at the contact. Looking down, she noticed that her feet was bare. She tried again, trying to ignore the chilling surface, and finally stood. Turning over to the nightstand, she grabbed the flashlight. The flashlight was barely helpful when Mary turned it on, since it gave off little light and was kind of dim. But it was something she had to deal with. She pointed the flashlight to every spot in the room before she spotted something in a chair that was in a corner.

She walked over there and picked the item up, which was a sweatshirt. Grinning, she put it on. It was a little bigger and bulkier then what she was used to, but as long as she was warm, it was fine.

Something that reflected her flashlight's light caught Mary's eyes as she turned around. It was a tall wall mirror. She walked over to it and stared at her reflection.

There, in the mirror, was a pale, skinny girl who wore a sweatshirt that was way too big for her. Some of the hospital gown was showing from underneath. Her face, just like the rest of her body, was pale as snow. Her hair was done in two braids and her eyes were red.

Mary looked at the reflection with pure awe. The reflection's fingers brushed lightly over tiny, but visible, bruises on it's neck like Mary did. Though her touch was light, it still stung. She wondered how she got those.

But that thought would have to be put on hold, for she had to find a way out of the building she presumed was hospital. Carefully, she cracked opened the door, and headed out in the pitch-black hallway, with only her flashlight as a guide.

It was silent down the hallway, expect for the occasional humming coming from the fans above. Most of the lights flickered off and on, others stayed off, and some stayed on as Mary went. There was a wall clock nearby but looked like it was frozen. The floor seemed to be more cool then in the room. Which was unfortunate for Mary since she was still bare footed because she couldn't find some shoes.

The doors in the building were closed, but not locked, so Mary would peek in any of them to see if there was someone in there, or if there was a phone. Lately, there hasn't been any of both. The rooms were completely empty and look like no one has been in them for a long time.

When Mary turned the corner, she found a reception desk and a waiting room. As usual, it was empty. She saw a door right next to the desk and decided to open it. She walked behind the desk and quickly spotted a phone. She jumped in glee. Was her luck finally turning around?

Mary dialled her father's number and picked up the receiver. The phone rang for a long time before someone spoke. Only it wasn't her father.

The unfamiliar voice spoke to her in gibberish, sounding like someone was getting strangled. She slammed the phone back down, hanging up on the man. Mary slowly began to back up, away from the phone until her back hit the wall. Tears streamed down her face as she slid down the wall. Quiet little sobs was the only sound in the building.

It took a few minutes for Mary to pull herself together, wiping away the tears left on her face and forcing herself not to cry again. She slowly stood up and then headed out of the office and out of the waiting room.

She walked down the hall again, still searching for someone to help her. At the end of it, she spotted a sign. It was an arrow on the wall saying "Elevators and Stairs". Mary, unsurprisingly, went in that direction. Just like the sign said, there were elevators and a door that had a sign above it saying, "Stairs". Mary had went in front of the Elevator doors, only to see a piece of paper, taped on there. "Out of Order" it read. Glancing towards the door, she grumbled. " Of course this wasn't gonna be easy," She thought to herself before opening the door and descending down the staircase.

Mary felt like the staircase went on forever. There wasn't a single door in sight, and she was getting slightly frustrated. The steps were cold, hard, and damp, leaving her feet feeling dirty. It began to get colder as she went. Both of her hands were on the railing for support when she felt winded.

After what seemed to be days, Mary finally reached a place where a door was. The door that she stood in front of had ' Remember' written out in red paint, or what she hoped was red paint.

The door creaked open, slightly startling her. The hallway the door led to was different then the floor before; It's walls were gray and the floor was checkered brown; There was a huge banner that said, "Grand Reopening"; a bulletin board that had newspaper clippings on it and mirror.

Mary stepped into the strange hallway to find that it was warm. The door slammed behind her, making her and her dress go up. Wait, what? Mary looked down and saw her outfit. Instead of the sweatshirt, it was a black overall dress covering a long sleeved, green shirt. Her clothes weren't the only things that changed. When Mary couldn't feel the braids on her shoulders, she faced the mirror behind her and gasped. Brown hair in pigtails replaced the black braids.

"What the-" She fell to the ground before finishing. Mary looked back and saw a boy running down the hallway. Oddly, he seemed familiar. "C'mon, Mary! We're gonna be late for the show," his voice echoed as he ran. Mary sat there, confused, before she got up and chased after him.

The boy started to laugh as Mary chased him,"You're such a slowpoke, Mary!" His laughter seemed to echo off the walls. He ran into a room and Mary followed in after him. The room that she was now in was packed with children and adults. The children were jumping and laughing as the adults, or who Mary presumed were parents, were chatting cheerfully. Mary just stayed near the doorway, looking uneasily at everyone. She then saw her Mom and Dad over the crowd. They looked happy. Everyone looked happy. Everyone except her. While they were cheerful and glad, all Mary felt was dread and uneasiness. Why was she feeling this way? Why is she getting a sense of déjà vu? What was everyone waiting for?

Her question was soon answered as she took a look on the stage. There were animatronics on stage. That's why everyone was happy. The animatronics were a rat and cat, who were both dancing and singing, moving their jaws up and down. The feeling of dread came back up, like something was going to happen. But what?

A familar laugh caught Mary off-guard. She gasped when she looked the bottom of the stage. It was that little boy from earlier. He was looking up at the Animatronics, while one was looking down at him. The Rat Animatronic was grinning down at him, his jaw opening and closing in a stiff motion.

Mary's hands covered her mouth to prevent screams from coming out as tears went down her face. The Rat Animatronic bent down towards the boy. To others, it would look like the boy and the Rat were having a conversation. The Rat's grin impossibly grew as it raised its arm in slow motion.

Then, it all went black.

Mary screamed, jumping into a sitting postion on the floor. Her face was still wet from her tears staining her face. Her clothes had changed back to what they originally was. She got off of the cold, hard ground and leaned on the railing. The door was now boarded up and the writing was gone, replaced with "Thank you". She bent down to collect her flashlight, and continued down the stairs, deterimined to find her way out of this nightmare.

A/N: I hope you've liked this first chapter of "Hospital Nights". This, again, is a remake of a fanfic on FNaC Amino. Unlike the fanfic I wrote there, this will not be a one chapter thing (probably a three chapter thing). Well, I hope you have a nice night! Goodbye!

-MHG