Author's Note: For RussianAssassin

7) Terror at Freddy's


"WWWWWWAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" That was Dan's unmistakable shriek of terror coming from the office, followed by a much smaller yelp from Phil. The rest of the apartment had all of the lights on, but the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor showed the lights were off up the stairs in the office. You snicker.

They have no idea you're there. Because both of them were a little paranoid that one day they'd get locked out on a Sunday when they couldn't go get keys from their landlord, they'd given you a spare key to their apartment months ago.

Sometimes you'd just let yourself in. They didn't usually mind.

Today they would.

You smirk mischievously, thanking the heavens that their stairs didn't creak and give away your position.

Slowly and carefully you creep up the stairs and listen through the doorway, your hand resting on the handle to open it. "That's horrible! Why do we have to play this with the lights off?" Phil complains.

"Immersion, Phil! Immersion!" Dan replies.

Another yelp from Phil. "Oh he's terrifying! What's that rabbit's name again?"

"Bonnie. Bonnie the Bunny."

"That's a girl's name!"

You can almost feel Dan rolling his eyes. "Does it really matter if the character has a girl's name or a boy's name when it's trying to kill us?" he demands.

"I guess not," Phil concedes.

Agonizingly slowly, you turn the handle, getting ready to scare them both to death.

You silently admit to yourself that this hadn't been your plan when you'd arrived at their apartment. You had just wanted to watch a movie with them and maybe order a pizza. But when you'd heard them screaming from the office with the lights off and the door closed, you just couldn't resist. This opportunity didn't come up very often—Phil didn't like playing horror games in the dark and Dan usually left the office door open unless he was singing along to Britney Spears with his headphones on while editing something.

You take a deep breath, getting ready for a shout that will make them scream.

"No, no, no!" Dan shouts. "Go away! Leave us alone!"

"What is it with these animatronics and their obsession with murdering us?!" Phil added.

You shove the door open with a loud, "BOO!"

Both of them scream. Phil flails and Dan's arms pinwheel—

Before he falls out of his chair.

He lands with a painful-sounding thud on the floor and then just sits there in defeat for several long moments while Phil figures out how to pause their game so they won't be killed while they're not paying attention.

Dan whacks you in the shins. "That is not nice!" he snaps angrily. "We're revoking your key privileges!"

You laugh. "No you won't. You're too scared of accidentally locking yourself out," you tease before leaning down into the camera's field of frame with a wide smile on your face. "Hello, internet! I hope you liked that!" Dan slowly regains his feet as you speak and then gives you an angry nudge in the chest, making you take a step back to regain your balance. He flicks the light on over your shoulder.

"That was so scary!" Phil breathes, panting heavily and clutching his chest. "Don't ever do that again!"

You bite your lower lip and give them a mischievous grin. "No promises, boys. No promises."

"I… I… I hate you!" Dan snaps in frustration. But there is a smile on his face so you know he doesn't really mean it. You hug both of them forcefully around the middles. Phil is a little more gracious, but Dan is grumbling. You laugh at them amusedly.

"Which, of course, means you both love me! Very much!" you tease.

"Sure," Phil agrees reluctantly.

"Yeah, okay, whatever," Dan mutters.

"So, Five Nights at Freddy's, huh?" you ask, peering at their screen. "The first one? I thought you weren't going to repeat for the gaming channel?"

"We weren't… but then Dan decided he wanted to get to Night Four at least before Halloween, and so we decided to record it because it's always kinda funny—for everyone else—to watch us get scared to death on the internet," Phil answers with a shrug. You sit on the sofa-bed behind them, between their desk chairs so you can still be seen by the still-recording camera. Dan is eyeing you suspiciously but he sits in his chair again.

"Well then, by all means, continue playing. It'll be like I'm not even here!" you invite politely.

Dan, dark eyes narrowed at you distrustingly, turns the light off and slowly turns his chair back to the computer screen. You smirk, cross your legs and arms, and watch them play for a while—waiting patiently. Were you not as close to them as you are, you would never have dared scare them so terribly for fear of losing them. But… they were brothers to you. And the job of siblings was to prank each other.

You lean forward, getting ready. Nothing major has happened in a while, which meant something is bound to pop up soon.

Right as you think that, Freddy pops up on the right-side door, black eyes gaping, and you grab both boys' shoulders with a loud, "RAWR!"

Dan doesn't even hesitate to smack you so hard in the chest that you hit the back of the sofa-bed as he shrieks. Phil gives an adorable little yelp and flails his hands a bit before reaching back to snag a pillow off the sofa-bed to whack you in the shoulder with it.

"You are the worst person in the world!" Phil exclaims.

"I thought that title was reserved for Dan," you joke.

"Not right now! You're worse than me right now!" Dan snaps.

You laugh. "Maybe, but you two love me, nonetheless," you say, rubbing their shoulders and giving them both pecks on the cheek. Dan rolls his eyes and Phil glances at the camera like he's in The Office before rolling his eyes as well. Their terror caused them to get Game Over-ed by Freddy, so they were no longer worried about what was happening on the screen.

"Unfortunately, we do," Phil concedes, giving you a reluctant hug around the shoulders.

Dan gives you and awkward knee pat, not willing to admit that he loves you since fear is still etched into the lines of his face. You notice his hand is shaking. You lean forward again and give him another peck on the cheek.

"Okay, okay, okay. I'm sorry."

Dan hesitates before responding, "I forgive you. Sort of. Expect revenge."

You smirk. "I would expect nothing less. Bring it on, Howell."


End Note: It's late where I am so no review response tonight. Sorry. This is for RussianAssassin, who requested it ages ago. I didn't intentionally mean to forget about this "Story" or this one-shot, but I've been weirdly busy. Sorry again.

Thank you for reading! Enjoy! Questions? Comments? Feel free!