There was nothing but darkness. Slowly, a room came too and a boy was banging on the door, his bedroom door. A pile of plushies laid in the corner, Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy. On his bed to the right, layed the yellow teddy bear. The boy gave up, his eyes filled with tears.
5 days till the party.
He looked at his small pile of plushies, going over and slowly sat next to them. They stared back at him, the same stitched smile as always.
"...These are my friends..." He whispered.
He looked behind him at the yellow teddy bear, Fredbear. Fredbear was his favorite of the bunch but he never bothered to go to the stage room because he was so afraid. He got up, picking up the bear, and placed it with the bunch. Something wasn't right though, Foxy's head was ripped from the doll, the stuffing poked out a bit. His brother took the head, using it as a mask to scare him. Now he locked him in his room for shits and giggles.
He looked out the window and noticed horrified, the sun was setting!
No.
Not nightmares again?!
The boy began softly wheeping, curling up next to his dolls and waiting... Waiting for night to take over.
"What is this..?
"These are his memories. We cannot interfere with them. BUT, we can interfire with his nightmares, that's what we're here for right?"
The boy woke up, sitting up. It was 11:59. One more minute.
He grabbed his flashlight, his shaking hands turning it off and on to check if it worked. It did. He sat in the middle of the room, glancing at the two doors on either side.
12:00.
It began.
He slowly made his way to the left door and creaked it open, turning on the flashlight. Nothing.
He ran to the other door and creaked it open, flashing his flashlight.
Nothing.
"What is he doing...?"
"He's... Checking on something..."
The boy whimpered, gripping the flashlight.
1:00, 2:00. Nothing happened. No noise, no movement. He sat there, listening VERY carefully. Like something was coming.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps.
3:00.
He quickly went to the left, turning on the flashlight. A pair of eyes moved back again, hiding. A shiver shot up the child's spine and he went to the other door, checking. No flicker of movement. He kept checking the doors, flicking in light, going to other door, repeat. Trembling, he opened the right door, hearing breathing.
She was close. He closed the door and waited, trying hard not to cry.
This was scaring the shit out of him, more then anything. They could spring at him at anytime when he least expected it. He HAD to keep his guard up no matter what. He can't let the nightmares win!
He ran to the left door, peeking out. Something was breathing hard in his face and moaned softly. He quickly slammed the door only for there to be slow knocking. It got louder and louder, pounding into him like a hammer and nail.
Suddenly, beeping, an alarm clock.
6:00 AM.
The knocking suddenly stopped and the nightmare went away quickly, hissing at the beeping. He felt all the negative energy being released, causing his body to feel lighter. He made it again.
Tomorrow was another day.