Freddy Fazbearland
Chapter 4: Escape
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When Mike got home from school, he went straight to his room and closed the door. He tossed his backpack to the side, hitting his trashcan. He flopped face down onto his bed, not bothering to take off his shoes. His heart thumped loudly in his chest as he thought of what tomorrow would hold. Freddy Fazbearland. The name itself made Mike cringe immensely.
The sky outside had turned black, and was now raining. Raindrops lightly hit against his windowpane and slowly rolled down its surface, like tears. Mike listened to their drumming llullaby. He slowly turned over onto his back and looked up at the ceiling.
Suddenly he heard a knock at his door, making him jump. The door opened and his mom came in. "Mike? are you allright? Did you have a bad day at school?" she asked. Mike shook his head. "No. It was fine," he said. Mike's mom was quiet for a minute. "Did you do your homework?" she asked.
"Yes," he lied. Mike's mom nodded. "I'm going to be making dinner soon-" she started. "I'm not hungry," he said. Mike's mom blinked. "It's leftovers night. Steak and mashed potatoes, your favorite," she pointed out. Mike sighed. "I ate a big lunch today, mom. I'm not hungry," he said, lying again. Mike's mom nodded. "Allright. Well, remember to brush your teeth before you go to sleep, and take your medication," she said then closed the door behind her. Mike sighed to himself as he laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of the rain hit against his window.
Later, he got into his pajamas, then went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. After he was done he looked down at the bottle of pills the doctor gave him to stop the nightmares. He was down to his last one. He was going to have to tell his mom that he was running out. He popped the last pill into his mouth, washed it down with a glass of water, and went to bed.
He continued to stay awake. His stomach churned as he thought of the dreadful park. His mind kept going back and forth on deciding whether to not to go...or to go...
Soon Mike fell fast asleep, and was invaded by nightmares with the yellow Freddy Fazbear. The yellow bear laughed its horrible, low creepy laugh as it chased after Mike, just like it always did everytime. Mike felt his instincts kick in and began to run, only to feel his legs feel as though they weighed a ton. The yellow bear caught up with him and grabbed him by the arms. Mike screamed and struggled in the yellow bears grasp, shaking his head violently to try and wake up.
The yellow Fazbear laughed as blood dripped from his face and black soulless eyes in the limited darkness. "There is no escape," he said in a spine-twisting low voice that made Mike's blood stop flowing. Mike screamed and kicked wildly, hitting the bear in the chest. Instead of feeling the fake yellow fur, he felt his own bones crunching against the hard suit. The pain jolted up Mike's leg. He felt the yellow bear release him and was sent falling through the darkness.
Mike woke up in a panic and sat bolt upright. His whole body shook as his eyes darted around. He was back in his room. Mike looked down at himself. His pajamas were wet from his sweat. He shuddered as he exhaled a shaky breath. The nightmares...they were back. Mike ran his fingers through his hear as the nightmare repeated over and over in his head. The four words the yellow bear told him haunted his mind:
"There is no escape..."
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The next morning, Mike came to the breakfast table. His reddish brown hair stuck up everywhere. His eyes had bags underneath his reddish tinted eyes. His parents were already up and sat at the table eating breakfast. Mike's dad was eating toast as he read the newspaper. Mike's mom looked up and smiled at Mike. "Good morning sleepy head. Did you sleep well?" she asked. Mike kept quiet as he walked around them to the kitchen and grabbed a box of cereal from the cupboard. He got a bowl from the lower cupboard and poured the cereal into it.
"I...I need a refill," he said.
Mike's mom blinked. "Refill? you mean for your medication?" she asked. Mike nodded as he got the carton of milk from the fridge and poured it into the bowl of cereal. His mom nodded. "Allright. I will go down and get more for you," she said. Mike nodded his head. "Thanks, mom," he said, also glad that she didn't ask if he had any nightmares last night.
He didn't want his parents to freak out over him. He was tired of it. He didn't want his parents to treat him differently. He hated having them keep him from staying up late, or to eat any candy from Halloween. They feared they were the reasons for the horrible nightmares. Mike didn't know why the nightmares had come back. Its been three years since he had the nightmares with the yellow bear...
"So, sport, what are you up to today?" asked his father, looking up from the newspaper in his hand. Mike rubbed the side of his head. "Um...I was...I was... planning to go over to Jack's house today," he said. For the first time in his life, saying those words made him dread going to Jack's house. Mike's dad nodded. "Sounds good. Well I suggest you get dressed, unless you want Jack to know you wear Spider-man pajamas," he said smirking. Mike rolled his eyes and groaned. Then he left to go to his room to change.
He rummaged through his drawer of crumpled up shirts. A pain ran through his heart. He was starting to have second thoughts. He stared down into his drawer, feeling the pain slice through him like a knife...He didn't want to see the park. It was the reason he had the nightmares...
Mike slammed his drawer shut angrily and turned away from it. He breathed heavily as he ran his fingers through his hair. He didn't know what to do. He didn't want to go back because it might trigger the traumatizing even he went through eight years ago...though...Mary was going. Mike felt his face burn. If he didn't go, Jack might tell Mary that he invited him, and that would make him look like a wuss.
Mike turned back to his shirt drawer and pulled out a random shirt. He didn't want to...but he had to. He grabbed a pair of pants from the floor and changed into them. Then pulled his shirt on and sighed, staring down at his feet. "I hope this all ends...and escape this madness..." he muttered to himself as he rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand.
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Once noon came around, Mike rode his bike down the wet sidewalks to Jack's house. The sky above had a couple grey clouds in the sky, but was mostly dominated by blue. The sun streamed through and lit up the neighborhood in patches of gold light. Yellow daffodils and red tulips were dotted in raindrops and glistened in the light as Mike rode past them. White picket fences ran alongside him, then ended and started again from a different house. Emerald green lawns were splayed out like quilts in front of the pastel colored houses surrounded by lush, rose bushes.
Mike pedaled on, feeling ill inside. He shouldn't have skipped breakfast. His stomach twisted and knotted inside himself, feeling as through a pit was growing inside. He kept pedaling faster and faster, feeling the wind through his hair and through his open sweater as he zipped down the streets. He felt as though he were flying, away from all his problems.
Jack's house sat at the end of one street a couple blocks from Mike's. His was a small, two story house with a stone pathway that snaked up to it. The grass was long and needed to be cut. Hedges grew along the side of the house and the charcoal thatched roof had a couple Frisbees and baseballs stuck up on it from last summers games. The house was a storm grey and needed a new coat of paint. Mike walked his bike up to the fence on the side near the garage and unlatched it. He walked in and parked his bike along the wall. Then he closed the wooden gate behind him and walked up to the door and knocked.
Jack opened the door and smiled. Jack's hair was uncombed and messy like Mike's. He wore a dark blue and black windbreaker with a grey shirt underneath, and black pants. "Hey Mike! Come on in," he said as he moved to the side to let Mike in. Mike took one step in, then was instantly pulled into a headlock. "What's the password?" Jack teased. Mike groaned and gripped Jack's arms. "Come on Jack I'm not in the mood!" he growled, trying to pull away. "Nope! You know the rules!" Jacks said. Mike jabbed Jack hard in the stomach with his elbow. Jack released him. "Ok, ok, sheesh. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," Jack wheezed as he rubbed his stomach.
Mike narrowed his eyes and looked away. "Sorry, Jack...I...didn't get enough sleep last night," he said. "No kidding," Jack said and moved away from Mike, then started to lead the way. "Come on, lets go upstairs," Jack said as he took off running down the hall and slid in his socks along the slippery wooden floors. He nearly fell, but kept his arms out, then grabbed onto the wooden railing near the stairs and ran up them. Mike walked after his friend. Along the sides of him were walls with pictures of Jack and his family. In some of the pictures were Jack and his older brother, Ethan. Mike went up the stairs to where Jack and his older brother's rooms were.
When Mike got up to the second floor, he found Jack waiting for him at the top. "Slow poke," he grinned. Mike gave Jack a playful shove. "So is anyone else here?" he asked. Jack brushed his long black bangs out of his eyes and shook his head. "No, you are the first one here. Gwen said she was going to be coming in a half an hour and Mary is coming at one, so right when she comes, we will be going to the park," he said smiling. Mike fidgeted a bit and ran his fingers along the wooden railing.
"Um...Jack? Why did you want to go to Fazbearland anyway?" asked Mike. Jack pointed to his older brother's room down the small hallway. "Ethan got a job at the park. He saw that they were hiring in the papers. Today is his first day so he thought to take us since we haven't gone in a long time...also we get to go in for free since he works there now," he explained. Mike slowly nodded his head, but inside his mind, he was screaming.
"So, what kind of job did he get at the park?" asked Mike. Jack thought for a minute, then shrugged. "Dunno, he just told us yesterday morning that he got a job there, he didn't bother telling us anything else. We can ask him, he is in his room," Jack said. Mike hesitated, then nodded. "Sure," he said. With that, the two teens walked down the beige carpeted hall towards Ethan's room.
Jack didn't bother knocking as he opened the door that entered into his brother's room. Ethan's room was a mess, just like Jacks, only it had weird things inside. Ethan's room was white, but had a bunch of posters of heavy metal bands taped all over. A huge poster of female vampires wearing provocative black dresses was taped above on his ceiling. Black and white posters of Tim Burton's Beetlejuice and Nightmare before Christmas were seen above his cluttered desk of paints, black sharpie pens, papers, horror magazines, black and white striped gloves, plastic black widow spiders and a couple plastic skulls. A Jason Voorhees hung from the small closet door to the right of the doorway, and a cracked mirror on a dresser painted black and red with newspaper clippings of Rob Zombie, Alice Cooper, and Johnny Depp and a couple photos of ex girlfriends. The ground was littered with black clothes and crumpled up papers, socks, and girl dolls that were transformed into living nightmares with their heads shaved, their clothes colored black and their eyes blacked out with sharpie pens.
Ethan was seen amongst the mess of clothes on a bunk bed that sat in the middle of the room. Ethan was a twenty year old college drop out. He had spiked his hair and dyed it fire truck red and dyed the tips black. He wore a longsleeve black shirt with a creepy Goth looking band on it and tattered black jeans. He put black eyeliner under his eyes and painted his fingernails black as well. He was sitting on the bottom bunk of a bunk bed with a game control in his hands connected to the small TV in his room, playing a weird pixelated zombie game.
"What's up, dorks?" he asked, his eyes still glued to the T.V. Jack gave his older brother a smug look. "Hey, Goth wanna-be, Mike's here, and he was wondering what kind of job you got at the park?" he asked. Ethan continued to push the buttons on the controls. "Night shift. Gotta stay in this small room and watch the security cameras for any idiots who decide to come into the park, I guess...The payment is crap but meh, still something," Ethan said as his pixelated character used his gun to shoot at the hideous zombies that just looked like his character except had green skin and small squares of red trailing behind them.
"How long do you have to stay there till?" Mike asked. Ethan shrugged. "I think the guy said midnight till six am. So you might want to tell mom when you want to be picked up at, Jack," Ethan said. Jack waved off his brother's words. "Yeah, yeah, Burton, I will call her at the park when we want to go home," he said. Ethan nodded. "Allright," he said, just as his character got attacked by a zombie from one of the square bushes and bit him.
"Dammit!" Ethan cursed as he chucked his game console down in frustration. Mike watched as the green zombie ate Ethan's character while the words "Game Over" hovered above the two. Just then, the game flickered. Mike stared at it. The screen continued to flicker, then in a split second, the words had changed: There is no escape. Mike felt his heart skip a beat and stared at the screen without blinking, trying to see what he just saw was just part of his imagination. After a couple seconds of not seeing anything, Mike instantly felt ill again and looked away; starting to wish he never left his house.
