I DO NOT OWN THE FOLLOWING SONG! IT IS CALLED SURVIVE THE NIGHT. It's actually a coincidence, a friend of mine actually pointed it out and my jaw dropped. It's even FNAF! Hope you enjoy!
Three weeks had passed from the incident between Cheyenne and Jade. She hadn't spoken about it and neither had he. She wasn't too thrilled about his trip coming up. Two weeks without him, she would have to be in the apartment alone. It wasn't the thought of being alone, it was mainly the part with him not in it. She had been left alone before, but. . . for some reason she didn't want him to leave.
She had these kinds of thoughts pooling through her head as she rested in one of the pizzeria's booths. The diner was packed full of noisy children that ran and jumped about, and they were slowly starting to become annoying. The animatronics were on stage singing and dancing while Foxy was telling kids stories about his 'days at sea'. They always ate those stories up, their eyes wide with curiosity.
"Hey, you alright?"
Cheyenne looked up and saw Jade had come over to her booth. She gave a tired nod, "yeah, just tired. The shift last night was long." The lights had continued flickering on and off, she had a close one with Freddy and it had scared her, which wasn't often.
Jade sighed and shook his head, "sorry to hear that, do you want a ride home? I have to go pack for my trip."
Cheyenne nodded, "yeah, that sounds good. Instead of taking me to the apartment, can you take me over to my house?"
Jade frowned, "why to your house?"
Cheyenne gave an annoyed sigh, "well. . . I need to get some things still. I was going through my stuff here and at the apartment, and noticed I hadn't gotten everything." He bit his lip, thinking over her words. He shrugged, "O.K. that's fine. Do you want me to tag along or. . .?"
"No. I can take my car back to the apartment. I just need the ride there if you don't mind."
Jade shook his head, "No, I don't mind, come on." Cheyenne gave a small smile and followed him out the front doors, not planning to come back till her shift later that night.
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Cheyenne through her clothes everywhere, searching the mess her room had become. Her mother must have gone through her stuff because it was a complete disaster when she walked in. She had filled her bag with her stash of chips she kept hidden under her bed, her books, and notebooks. . . She just couldn't find the one thing she needed. "Where is it?" She grumbled pushing more stuff away. She had even checked her drawers and couldn't find it.
"Looking for this?"
Cheyenne turned and found her sister holding a bulky silver flashlight in her hand. Cheyenne narrowed her eyes, "yeah, that's what I'm looking for. Did you go through my room?" Sarah scoffed, "of course not, I plan on living a long life y'know."
She threw the light with a soft flump on Cheyenne's bare bed. "Thanks," Cheyenne said, stuffing the light in her bag too. Sarah stood in the doorway, leaning up against it, "how come you don't answer our calls?"
"You know I don't like talking on the phone."
"You've never ignored our calls before, especially mine. You're avoiding us, aren't you Cheyenne?"
The way she said it sounded more like she was accusing her.
Cheyenne didn't care as she continued packing. Of course, she wasn't speaking to them, they were always so cold to her. The voice mails they left were. . . something else. Sarah's were sweet, yet demanding for her to come back home. Cheyenne's moms however were. . . enough to send her to prison.
Sarah sighed and stepped into the room, picking up her dirty clothes and placing them into the hamper.
"What are you doing Sarah?" Cheyenne asked, watching her sister. "Helping obviously. Mom went through all your shit and threw one of her tantrums as you can see." She gestured around the room. Cheyenne nodded, "yeah, did you get hurt?"
Sarah shook her head, "no."
She was lying. Cheyenne could see the faint limp in her steps.
"Come with me."
Sarah looked up at her, "w-what?"
"Come live with Jade and me."
Sarah shook her head, biting at her lip, "n-no, I can't, I have to—"
"You don't have to do anything Sarah, just come with me. I don't want you to suffer like I did."
Sarah went quiet as she listened to her sister's words. She sniffled slightly, shaking her head again, "no, I can't Cheyenne. You're an adult, you can escape but. . . I can't. She won't let me go. That's why I have to stay here." She continued picking up the mess, setting some of the knickknacks that had fallen back up to their original places, "now hurry up, mom's going to be here in an hour and you won't want to stick around to see what she'll do."
Cheyenne nodded and continued picking up with her sister, hearing a small sniffle every now and then.
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Cheyenne was unpacking most of her stuff into her room when she heard a knock at her door. She glanced up seeing Jade standing in her doorway. Beside him, he had a suitcase along with a heavy-duty backpack. "Hey Chey, mind if I get something to eat before I leave?"
Cheyenne nodded, "yeah, that's fine. What do you want?"
He pursed his lips, thinking about it. "How about a sandwich? I can eat that on the road." Cheyenne pulled out the ingredients to make the sandwiches. She began lathering them with mayonnaise, while Jade watched. She glanced up at him through her lashes, "are you done packing?"
He nodded, "yeah, I finished already. I'll go pack up in the truck if you don't want me arou—"
"No, it's fine," Cheyenne said, finishing the first sandwich. "I'm just not used to having someone stare at me." Jade smiled, "I don't see how, you're really pretty."
Cheyenne felt her ears warm up. Why was he always saying things like that to her? It made her feel uncomfortable.
"Stop saying things like that."
Jade's eyes widened slightly, "stop saying what?"
"those. . . flirts. It's unsettling."
"I'm just speaking the truth."
"It sounds more like you're trying to get in my pants."
Jade flinched at her words and grew quiet. "oh. . . okay."
He got up from the stool he was seated on and picked up his bags, "I'll just go load up while you finish with those. . ." He closed the door quietly as he exited, making Cheyenne sigh. She placed the sandwiches in a baggie, grabbing a few other sacks as well. The things he said to her did make her feel uncomfortable, but. . . she also liked it too.
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The car ride was quiet to the pizzeria was uncomfortable, neither Jade nor Cheyenne speaking. Cheyenne wanted to apologize, but. . . how? Finally, Jade spoke, but it wasn't what Cheyenne was hoping to hear, "man, it sure is coming down hard." All around them, their little town was covered with a layer of snow, it sparkled under the streetlamps, creating a winter wonderland. "If it keeps up like this on the highway, we might have to cancel our trip." Michael and Jade were taking separate cars. Michael liked to stay long with family while Jade could only tolerate them for a short amount of time.
Cheyenne nodded, "yeah. . ." They pulled into the pizzeria's empty lot, Jade parked near the entrance, "well, here you go Chey, be careful."
Cheyenne climbed out, but she didn't close the door. It was cold outside; the weather was coming down a little harder. The flakes that went inside the truck melted form the warmth. She wanted to say something, anything to reassure him that he meant a lot to her, something to where he knew he still had a chance with her. But she couldn't think of anything but, "be careful, Jade."
Jade gave her a small smile. It was probably forced. "I always am." Cheyenne closed the door and watched as he drove off, standing there in combat boots and a hoodie as the snow formed an icy wreath upon her head. She stayed there, even when she couldn't see Jade's pick up lights anymore. She went inside when she finally felt the numbness in her cheeks.
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Cheyenne sat at a table, watching as Ann and the gang prepared to sing on stage. They had a party tomorrow and were probably preparing for it tomorrow. The time was coming close, so this was their last song for the night. Ann had told her it was 'extra special' whatever the hell that means. Finally, they counted down and began playing. The song had an eerie beat it, it was low and staccato, coming in short little clips. Ann was swaying with the beat, and when her part came up, her and Freddy leaned close to their microphones and began singing:
"Let's try to make it right, don't wanna start a fight
And we're so sorry if we give you all a little fright
We're not so scary if you see us in the daylight
You'll be so happy just as long as you survive the night. . ."
Cheyenne frowned. What was this? She felt goosebumps go up her arms, were they being serious?
"here's at Freddy's...
We have a few rules
And if you break them
We will have to break you
Like you broke our hearts
We'll be forced to rewire you
And repair your damaged parts"
Cheyenne shook her head, she had enough after they sang 'you've got some skin that needs removing before we start.' She went to her office and pressed the buttons, making the metal doors slide down. Were they planning to sing that to seven-year old's? Cheyenne didn't mind morbidity, but that song. . . something called out of the song that gave her chills.
She shook her head and was cleaning up her desk when she heard a knock on the door. She opened it, seeing Ann standing there. She gave a slight wave, "Hey James, what's wrong?"
"Nothing why?"
Ann walked into the room, the usual skip in her step was gone.
"You left before we finished our song."
"Oh. . ."
"Did you not like it?"
Cheyenne averted her eyes from the foxes. How could she explain what she felt? "I. . . felt like it spoke too much about what goes on behind the scenes at Freddy's. Like it was directed at the night guards, at me."
Ann nodded, "and it was."
Cheyenne sighed and brought a hand up to rub her temples, "just do me a favor, okay? Don't sing that song around me again, got it?"
Ann closed her mouth. Cheyenne didn't need to see her face to know she was upset. "Alright, I won't," she said and walked out of the room. "Get ready, the night's going to begin soon." Cheyenne looked at the time and saw it was 11:30.
She groaned, all she ever did was piss people off or hurt them. What was wrong with her?
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Cheyenne kicked back in her chair, watching pulling up the cameras. The group was on stage and Foxy was already peeking. She gave a sigh when the screen cut out. When it came back on, everyone had disappeared, and Foxy's curtains were thrown open.
Cheyenne sighed and closed the west hallway. As soon as the door clunked shut, there was banging.
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Cheyenne checked pirate's cove and saw Foxy was back, but still peeking. She opened the door and flashed the light, seeing Bonnie's face illuminate. She closed the door again and grumbled, "no thanks Bonnie, I've got work to do."
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The percentage was dropping fast. It was already at ten percent and it was only 12:30.
She had been staring at the gang, but they seemed to be behaving now.
Bonnie: Backstage
Chika: Restrooms
Freddy: Dining area
Foxy: Still peeking
Ann: . . .
Cheyenne frowned at this. She began clicking around, trying to find the arctic fox. She wasn't nervous, the fox was after all aware of her surroundings, unlike the others. Cheyenne gave up after the percentage dropped to five. She got up, groaning as she stretched. She walked over to the generator switch and flipped it, the lights flickered and came back. Good, it's working, Cheyenne thought, sitting back down. But when she began looking at the cameras again, she noticed the percentage had dropped to 3%.
Cheyenne tapped the screen, "c'mon. . ." she murmured. She got back up and flicked the generator switch again, but when she looked at the screen it still showed the power dropping. She began flipping the light faster. The generator never whirred, but the lights continued to flicker and dim. "Come on!" Cheyenne groaned. She gave up once the power went to 2%. Leaving the switch on, she began going through her drawers. As she was looking for her flashlight, the lights went out, leaving her in complete darkness.
Cheyenne continued feeling through the drawers, even when the hypnotic music began playing. She glanced up and saw the eerie flickering of Freddy's eyes. Her breath caught, but she continued to go through her drawers.
This happened to Ann and she survived.
The music stopped.
But. . . she did die. . .
His eyes disappeared.
Finally, Cheyenne felt the cool metal of the flashlight and turned it on just in time to see Freddy lunging at her. He tackled her to the ground, making her lose the grip on the flashlight. It flew out of her hands, falling the floor like she did. Freddy hovered above her, his mouth open and eyes pitch black. Cheyenne didn't scream, but her heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to get the animatronic off her.
"CHEYENNE!" Ann screamed, her thundering footsteps coming down the hall. The flashlight moved and swung like a strobe light, illuminated the scene before Cheyenne. Above her, Freddy's head was being beaten with the metal light, after a couple of swings he fell off to the side.
Ann stood above Cheyenne, panting as she held onto the flashlight. Cheyenne got up, brushing herself off, "thanks Ann, is he. . . dead?" she asked, pointing at Freddy. Ann shook her head, "no, I just knocked a screw or wire loose. He'll be up soon once the others fix him." Cheyenne sighed, "well. . . do I have to get out of here?" Ann nodded and handed her the flashlight. She began going through the desk drawers, "do you have a coin?" she asked. Cheyenne frowned, "what do you need a coin for?"
Ann sighed, "to help you get in the damn vents you asstard! You need to undo the screws that hold it in place."
Cheyenne gasped and bent down. She reached into her boot and pulled out her knife, "will this work?" She asked, showing it to the fox. Ann nodded, "yeah, now hurry up. Chika is going to come for you soon."
Cheyenne pulled a chair under the vent she intended to crawl into and hopped up, immediately unscrewing the vent. Ann was behind her, pacing back and forth as Cheyenne worked. There were footsteps in the hallway as Cheyenne took out the last screw, pulling out the vent with it. Cheyenne tried pulling herself up, Ann helped, giving a final push to help her up.
"Ah, caught him, did you?"
Chika walked into the room, her arms crossed. Ann turned, guarding the vent as Chika moved closer. She frowned at this, "what are you doing? Vincent is going to escape!"
Ann shook her head, "that's not Vincent, that's Cheyenne. Your friend."
Chika shook her head, "I'm not friends with murders, now move Ann." Ann continued to shake her head, making Chika growl. "TRAITOR!" She screeched, and flung herself at Ann. They fell to the ground, Chika choking Ann. "R-run, Ch-!" Her words cut off with a snap. Cheyenne gasped and began crawling deeper into the vents. It was dark and cold in there, luckily Cheyenne had a hoodie to keep herself a little warm. As she went through, she found a small opening, perfect, she thought. I can get out through there. As she shimmied closer, she heard voices and froze,
"Where's Vincent?" Bonnie snarled.
"Vents. Ann helped her escape," Foxy said.
Cheyenne gulped. They knew she was up here, meaning she was going to be found if she didn't move. She began to carefully crawl away, deeper into the vents, the voices fading out.
Well. . . now what?
See y'all next chapter!
Kisses,
Calamity Crisis