Disclaimer: The following piece is a wokr of fanfiction. I do not own Five Nights at Freddy's, Fnaf 2, Fnaf 3, Fnaf 4, Or Sister Location. All rights go to their original owner/creator Scott Cawthon. I own nothing except my oc's. I'll repeat: This is a fanfiction. I own nothing!
Five Nights at Freddy's Fanfiction
Sky's story: Book 1:
Chapter 1
Have you ever been afraid of the things that go bump in the night. Not me. Well, I guess its more like I'm to curious to be afraid. I know I should be but I guess I never did understand what self-preservation is. But hey that doesn't mean I'm stupid. Cause' I'm not. I am far from. But, I'll at least admit I am a little reckless at times. Hey! I'm not perfect!
Anyways...I'd better get to telling this story right. the year was 1986. A year before the infamous bite of 87'. Yup I'm here to tell the story of Freddy's Sister Location. Baby's Ice Cream Palace. I had become a new night guard there. Today was my first day in fact. I loved that place ever since I was a kid. I heard that it was haunted. I mean ghosts of the past were trapped in the animatronics suits. Although I didn't believe it. I still don't there was no way. But to this day that thought fills me with so much excitement. I wanted to confirm for myself whether or not those rumors were true. After all the Night Guards always disappeared after the fifth night. Never to be heard from again.
How cool is that! Although it excites me. I must admit on the outside as I stood in front of the entrance that night I was standing quiet and awkward like usual. Afraid that someone would spot. I hated being around people. I always felt uncomfortable. I was, admittedly, socially impaired. So being spotted right now would make it impossible for me to go. I used to sneak in here when I was a kid. Hoping to catch a glimpse of Ennard. He was my favorite. Though, I'm scared of Clowns.
Ennard became my favorite because of something he did for me in the past. He protected me. I owe him and it felt wrong by that point to keep being afraid of him just because he was a clown. That incident is the reason why I am socially impaired now. However, It wasn't his fault those kids who "were" my friends. They were just mean. I never forgot. Perhaps this job will allow me to return the favor in some way. I hoped so.
I have to apologize for this story being so short. Sorry! (bows politely)
