DISCLAIMER: I do not own Five Nights at Freddy's or any of its characters. Still no, sadly.
BECOMING FREDDY
Chapter 7- Courtney
Ten year old Courtney stared out the window of the car as it headed toward its destination, the scenery passing by in a blur of color. She was frowning and every inch closer she got to her destination only made her feel worse.
"Mom? Do I have to go?" Courtney asked her mother.
"Yes, dear," her mother replied instantly. "For the hundredth time, yes. My boss' son, Nathan-you remember him, right, Court?-is having his birthday party there. He invited you, which was very nice of him to do, so we're going. Plus, mommy wants to get that promotion so this will give me even more time to chat up my boss and show him why I deserve it over Jessica."
Courtney sank down in her seat. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. She didn't know why, but that place gave her the creeps. It probably was because she heard old Mrs. Cochran talking to her neighbor while waiting outside of the school bus about how some kid that lived the next street over disappeared from his sister's sight while visiting there not that long ago. Not that it necessarily had anything to do with Freddy Fazbear's (no one really knew what happened), Courtney still didn't like the place. To her, the animatronics were like creepy zombie statues, silent, still and watching with dead eyes until they suddenly came to life with jerky, unnatural movements. Like reanimated corpses.
Nope. She did not like it. Not one bit.
"We're here," her mother announced as she parked in the pizzeria's parking lot.
Still in the driver's seat, Courtney's mother turned to face her.
"Remember, big smiles, Court,"
Courtney forced a big grin to appease her mother. The moment her mother turned back in the driver's seat, Courtney's smile vanished. It's only a couple of hours, she tried to assure herself. I can get through this...I hope.
Her mother exited the vehicle, Courtney reluctantly following suit. She stuffed her hands into her pants pockets while her mother pulled the bag of gifts, which they certainly spent a pretty penny on, out from the trunk.
"C'mon, sweetie, I don't want to be late," her mother called as she started heading toward the building without her.
Obediently, Courtney followed her mother into Freddy Fazbear's. There were a few other parties going on when they arrived, so it was busy. Business had been dwindling slightly, presumably as a result of the rumors that had begun circulating, but there were still some people that wanted to partake in what Freddy's had to offer. And, apparently, Courtney's mother's boss was one of those individuals.
"Hello, Mr. Wolf!" her mother greeted in an overly cheery tone. "Courtney, say hello to Mr. Wolf."
"Hi Mr. Wolf," Courtney said to her mother's boss before turning her attention to his son. "Happy birthday, Nathan."
"Thanks," Nathan replied breathlessly as he stopped momentarily before running to catch up with his friends.
"Courtney, put these on the table with the other presents, okay, honey?" her mother said, shoving the bag into Courtney's hands.
Courtney frowned as she watched her mother schmooze her boss-who also just so happened to be recently divorced and relatively wealthy-before heading over to the gift table and adding hers to the pile. She then took a seat in a nearby booth, resting her chin in her hands. Courtney glanced around the room. Mostly everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Maybe this place wasn't so bad. Maybe Mrs. Cochran was making that story up for attention or something. It wouldn't be the first time that the octogenarian embellished the truth.
Courtney eventually became bored with just sitting in the booth, so she decided to walk around the place for a bit. Majority of the people she passed by were engaged in their own party, activity, or whatever. Courtney peeked into the arcade and figured that might be a good place to spend some time. Well, it would have been if she had any money. Courtney sighed. Guess the game corner was out of the question.
She was about to leave when she nearly walked face first into someone.
"Oops, sorry," Courtney said immediately.
Purple Guy, the person she nearly walked into, just smiled and shook his head.
"No harm done," he assured her. "Actually, I was just coming to find you."
"Me?" Courtney repeated, surprised.
"I'm a security guard here and I was watching over everything on our security camera system," Purple Guy pointed to a camera in the corner of the room for Courtney to see. "And I saw you wanted to play some games but you didn't have any money for tokens. I felt bad, so I wanted to give you some tokens on the house."
"That's okay. Thanks, mister," Courtney tried to say, but Purple Guy waved her off.
"It's no problem," he told her. "We want everyone to have a good time at Freddy's."
Purple Guy reached into his pocket, pretending to fish around for a few seconds.
"Shoot. I seem to have left the tokens in my office," he told Courtney. "Come on, let's go get them."
After thinking it over for a moment, Courtney shrugged and then followed Purple Guy back to the security office.
