DISCLAIMER: I do not own Five Nights at Freddy's or any of its characters. If I did, I'd probably be rollin' in the dough because Scott Cawthon has certainly made it big time! Kudos, man :)
BECOMING FREDDY
Chapter 10- The Awakening, Part V
Andrew's hand and arm felt weird, even weirder and more uncomfortable than when he broke it not that long ago. It was dark where he was, so he could not see anything in front of him. Not wanting to bump his arm on anything, Andrew carefully moved it around. It still felt strange. In fact, it seemed more like his fingers had morphed together and formed some sort of giant claw.
Andrew frowned. He glanced around, though that didn't accomplish much in the dark, to see if there was anything to light up the room with or another room that had someone in it that could help him. In the distance, he spied some light coming in from the floor, presumably from underneath a door. Andrew tried to walk toward the source of the light, but found his footsteps jerky and heavy. Great. Now his feet were giving him issues, too.
Andrew eventually made it to the light source and it was, as he guessed, coming in from beneath a door. He pushed and the door flew open. Andrew was momentarily stunned by the extreme force and strength he suddenly possessed but that was quickly forgotten upon the sight of the room on the other side of the door. The lights were overwhelmingly bright to Andrew, so much so that he felt as though he was frozen and couldn't function.
"Shoot, guys! I forgot about the lights! We gotta lower 'em!" a voice said.
The intensity of the lights dimmed and slowly but surely, Andrew's sight and self-control returned.
"Can you see now?" the voice questioned.
Andrew blinked a few times and, when his sight came back into focus, he saw Freddy standing before him.
"Freddy?" he asked, amazed. "That's so rad! Can you sign my cast-"
Andrew held up his arm that was casted, only to find it replaced with brown and orange fur and, most shockingly, a metal hook. He immediately began to panic.
"Hey, it's all right, calm down," Chica raced over to him.
She eventually got Andrew to calm down enough to talk.
"So, I'm Courtney," she began to say. "This is Ryan and that's Daniel over there. Matthew's around here somewhere."
Andrew's eyes drifted from the chicken and bear in front of him to the rabbit and puppet slowly approaching.
"What's going on?" he sniffed.
Courtney glanced between her fellow animatronics.
"Who wants to tell him?" she asked.
Ryan shrugged his mechanical, furry shoulders.
"I guess I can," he said, figuring he could break the news once more to yet another person.
"You followed the Golden Bonnie, right?"
"Yeah," Andrew confirmed. "He was waving to me when I was watching the show."
"Well, he was a bad guy," Ryan said flatly. "He killed you."
"What?" Andrew remarked. "Wait, if I died, then how can I be talking to you guys?"
"Because we put you in the Foxy costume so you could keep living," Courtney explained. "In a manner of speaking."
"Foxy only had one hand, so we figured it would be a good fit since you had a cast on," Ryan explained.
Andrew glanced down at his 'cast' once again.
"So, I'm Foxy the Pirate now?" he questioned.
Courtney nodded.
"I get to spend all day here and play? I don't have to go to school, do homework or eat my vegetables?"
"If that's how you want to look at it, then yes," Courtney confirmed.
"I think I can handle this," Andrew replied.