The Chosen Ones: The Animatronics

by PandoraPup

Five nights at Freddy's is a wildly popular horror game, but what happens when it happens in REAL LIFE? Told in the perspectives of Amanda, a high schooler who is a big fan of fnaf, Mike, a security guard, and other people's perspectives! Read if you want. If you enjoy it, review, like, follow or favorite! If you don't, please, no hate. I've dealt with enough bullying in my life.

7. Chapter 7

So this is the second chapter I'm uploading today, because the first one was tiny. Anyway, enjoy!

Amanda PoV

He tries to dodge, but I spin and knock him down with my paw. I release an unearthly roar, physically impossible by man or machine. He charges and tries to stab my eye. Music plays, and I close my eyes and breathe in. I start fighting to the music. This must look weird as heck to my friends, but I can feel myself hitting him, smashing bones, tearing ligaments. I open my eyes when the song ends, and see Purple in a crumpled heap.

"You fought well." He says, breathing labored. We decide to drag his corpse into Parts and Service. No one goes in there anyway. The only things left are the two shiny Chica suits, a Golden Foxy, a golden Freddy, and both colors of Bonnie, silver and gold. I really hope he doesn't possess one, but we have no choice.

Jake and I volunteer to hide the body. "You did well Amanda." Jake says. "Thanks," I say, hoping that robots can't blush. "I really like you," he whispers. "Me too," I say, internally screaming like some idiot fangirl at a 1D concert. I have to say, I never thought I would be flirting with my middle school crush while dragging my murderer's corpse into a back room. Ha, bet you haven't gotten an embarrassing moment like this, magazines that my sister reads. We place the body on the floor. "Anything to say to douche king?" Jake says, gesturing to the corpse. We stick up our middle fingers simultaneously. He sticks his paw into mine, and we walk back out into the dining hall, smiling, which must look pretty weird, two fox animatronics holding hands and smiling after hiding their murderer's corpse

I didn't know robots could dream, but apparently we can. I dream of Mike's corpse and a young woman, maybe 19 or 20's corpse Then, more flashes of Silver and Gold, seeming as though they are fighting. After, my dream goes purple. Then, I wake up.

I remember that when I wrote this chapter many months ago, I was originally only planning on having one with no sequels. Now, there are three sequels, and exactly 25 OCs that will be included at some time during the sequels. Oh god. What have I gotten myself into? Anyway, did you hear the song by aviators "The monsters under my bed"? It gave me so much inspiration for Guarded! Five nights at Freddy's songs are where I get the majority of my inspiration from. That's why music is such an important factor in my stories. I enjoy the newer Tryhardninja stuff, the two newest Aviators songs, Nightmare by Natewantstobattle, MandoPony's Balloons, all of DAgames' Five nights at Freddy's stuff and Not the End by Sayonara Maxwell. If there's one of these you haven't heard, go check them out, they're all phenomenal songs that sound very professional. See you next chapter! -PandoraPup