Disclaimer: Who created this game you ask?! This work of art!? This miracle known as FNAF!? His name is... Scott Cawthon.
Hey everyone, here's chapter 11!
I'd like to tell you how happy it makes me to see all the support I'm receiving, but words can't even to begin describe it.
Sorry for the delay on this chapter, I'll have an excuse at the end of the chapter.
Now, I'm done rambling...
Chapter 11 - Welcome To My Nightmare
I didn't even flinch as the power went out with its usual loud clang and hum, coming back on a few seconds later, the light dimmed.
The camera tablet displayed the words '12:00AM - Night 4', before changing quickly to the Show stage, revealing that Bonnie and Chica were already on the move as I assumed my pattern.
Before it even started to ring, I pressed the phone to my ear, once again holding it there with my shoulder as I checked my left and right doors.
"Hello, hello?"
"Evening bitch, do me a favor and go die in a hole- no better yet, a Freddy suit!" I rolled my eyes as I checked my cameras, looking for the animatronics. "Just hurry up and say what you gotta say, and get out of my hair!"
Of course, he ignored every word I said, and kept talking, but sounded nervous. "Hey! Hey, wow, day 4. I knew you could do it."
"Thanks, I'm sure you said that to every other guard that made it this far..."
"Uh, hey, listen, I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow..."
I stopped what I was doing, listening closely. "Huh?"
I jumped when a loud banging sound came from the phone. "Chimney Christmas!" I exclaimed not caring how ridicules it sounded as I nearly dropped the phone. "The hell was that!"
He began to stutter, sounding increasingly nervous. "It's-It's been a bad night here for me..." He paused. "Um, I-I'm kinda glad that I recorded my messages for you *clears throat* uh, when I did..."
"What's going on?!" I yelled into the phone as I quickly checked on Foxy. "Stop downplaying everything and tell me what's happening!"
He continued to talk, naturally. "Uh, hey, do me a favor..." He paused again as the banging sound came from the phone again. "Maybe sometime, uh, you could check inside those suits in the back room?"
"Why?! What's back there?!"
More banging. "I'm gonna to try to hold out until someone checks... Maybe it won't be so bad..." He was interrupted again by banging. "Uh, I-I-I-I always wondered what was in all those empty heads back there..."
I nearly screamed when suddenly the song I'd heard last night began to play, putting down the camera frantically and looking to my left, only to realize the music was coming from the phone.
"You know..." He was interrupted again, but this time by a blood curdling moan. "oh, no-"
This time I did drop the phone, as a piercing shriek exploded from the phone, two screams filling the air, one of them was mine, the other was his.
I stared at the phone on the ground in shock. "Holy shit... Holy shit... He's... He's... Dead..." I couldn't quite bring myself to comprehend that I was now totally, and utterly alone.
Sure I'd been alone to begin with, but he'd tried to help, and no matter how much he downplayed it, he had helped, and now he'd payed with his life.
I felt a burning shame come over me. I'd wanted him to die, because I was angry and scared, I hadn't meant for that wish to come true. He had died, in a Freddy suit, alone, the exact way I didn't want to die.
I gingerly picked up the phone, placing it back in its holder as I slowly resumed my pattern, check left, check right, check Foxy, wait five seconds, repeat, all the while replying phone guys final moment over and over.
I sighed, feeling ashamed. "Which back room?" I asked nobody in particular, wishing I had an answer. "Backstage? Parts and Service? Or is there another room?"
Silence was my answer, and. I sighed again. "Work on it later Mike..." I muttered. "Right now, try and survive the night..."
I slammed my left door down as Bonnie leered in the doorway with soulless, red eyes, quickly checking on Foxy who was close to running as I repeated the little song I'd come up with well I'd been 'working', it helped calm me down slightly as I struggled to survive.
"Mama mama can't you see?
What Freddy's has done to me.
Terrorized me every night,
Now I'm fighting for my life.
Watch out, look all about, I might as well be a mouse.
Here the come, down the hall, I can't track of them all, I feel so small.
Look left, look right, try with all my might, try and survive the night."
I finished the song, bringing the door up as I checked my left again, relived to see that Bonne was gone.
It was 5:47AM, I had 23% power, enough to probably finish the night with both doors closed, but I didn't want to take any chances.
Freddy was in the East hall, hiding in the shadows. Chica was making noise in the kitchen, the sound of pots and pans clearly audible from the other side of the building. Bonnie was somewhere, I didn't keep track because he seemed capable of teleporting across the building, and Foxy was still in his cove, he'd only run once so far.
I was waiting for Freddy to show up at my door, I'd made a point of checking on him every time I checked on Foxy and it seemed to slow him down, he hadn't stopped at my door at all, in fact, this was his first time in the east hall.
I checked my left, right, check on Foxy, check on Freddy, wait five seconds, repeat. It was a simple pattern, and was saving me power, and my life.
I flinched slightly as a deep, slow laugh echoed through the building, and the sound of heavy muffled footsteps reached my ears, sounding almost right outside my door.
I checked my doors, clear, then quickly checked on Foxy and Freddy. Foxy was still in his cove, though probably a few seconds away from running.
Freddy, was gone from the East hall, and I quickly searched the closet two cameras. The bathrooms, then the East hall corner.
He wasn't in the bathrooms, so I quickly changed to the East hall corner, and jumped in surprise as Freddy's face appeared on the screen, right up in the camera, his eyes black aside from tiny whit pinpricks at their centers.
I don't know why, but some part of me screamed that I was in danger as I stared down at the screen. I turned of the camera tablet, feeling conflicted as to what I should do.
Almost every part of me said to close the door, I had enough power to make it through the night, as long as I was careful around with how much I used the other door and the camera.
The logical part of me said no, be careful, conserve your power, what if you don't have enough? Then what? Your dead! Game over.
Finally, after about a half a minute, I made up my mind.
I chose instinct.
I slammed the door, feeling like I'd made the right choice, and quickly resumed my pattern, just as the sound of heavy, metal footsteps reached my ears.
I slammed the left door, a few seconds later, Foxy crashed into it with full force, leaving a sizable dent as he pounded against it.
He left almost as quickly as he came, and I checked my left, raising the door as the empty hallway greeted me.
It was 5:54AM, I had 9% power, more then enough to get through with both doors closed. Still, I didn't close it, I didn't want to take any chances.
Another laugh echoed through the building, and I flashed my right light, expecting to see Freddy, but was extremely surprised to find that he wasn't there.
I quickly checked my left before checking on Foxy, then looked for Freddy. I found him hiding in the women's bathrooms, just barely visible peaking around the corner, his eyes glowing.
I smirked slightly, more from nervousness thing else, seemed like Freddy was a bit of a pervert.
I turned off the tablet, my power now at 8%, still way more then enough. I continued my pattern, feeling calm and collected, the night was a just a few minutes away from being over.
And end it did, though it seemed to take forever, it finally ended, and the chiming of bells, the beep of my watch, the lights coming on, and feeling of accomplishment were my reward.
Why couldn't my reward be getting out of this hell hole!?
I collected the flashlight, putting it in my pack as I turned to leave. I stopped abruptly as I saw something on the floor: a piece of paper.
It was strangely out of place, and had what purple crayon on it.
I picked it up gingerly, and realized that the crayon spelled words.
Good job Mike, your survived the night, most people don't accomplish the fourth night
so easily, in fact, as you've probably heard, most don't make it through at all.
Enjoy your victory well it lasts, you have three more nights to get through
before you can leave this place, good luck. -P
"P? Who is P?" I wondered aloud, then sighed. "And more importantly, how'd they get in? how'd they leave the note with out me seeing? And what are they..?"
It was not easy getting a good nights, or days sleep, when your constantly plagued with nightmares.
These didn't seem like normal nightmares, they felt far to real and seemed to well 'designed' to be normal, whatever normal was.
I was sitting up straight in bed, soaked in sweat and tears as I tried to calm myself.
The nightmare had started out like all the rest, I found myself in my bed, in my room, but a few thing were different.
This wasn't the room I lived in at the time, this was a room from when I was six or seven. And that's how I felt, I was short, and felt different in a way, smaller, weaker, less attracted to women.
I immediately had climbed out of bed, already knowing how the nightmare worked.
The room was not lit, but a dim light came from somewhere, just enough to find my flashlight.
I stood in the middle of the room, the quickly sprinted to my left door, listening intently. When I heard nothing, I shined my flashlight down the hall, just in time to see a tall, shadowy figure slink away behind a corner.
I felt fear rise up in me as I sprinted across the room to the other door, once again listening intently.
I slammed the bright, painted white wood door shut, as a loud, rasping sound reached my ears. I waited a few seconds, then opened the door, shining my flashlight down the like I had the other.
Another shadowy figure, quickly hid behind the corner at the end of the hall.
My breath quickened as I quickly sprinted back to the middle of the room, turning and shining my light back onto my bed.
Two, small, Freddy's, heavily damaged and with rows of sharp teeth sat on my bed beside the Freddy plushy that my mom had given me for my birthday.
The shook visibly, then, as I shined my light on them, faster then the eye could see, they seemed whiz off the bed and out of the room.
I swore, which didn't sound quite right with my squeaky, prepubescent voice.
I dashed back to my left door, once again listening intently, when heavy footsteps, muffled by the carpet all over the floor, came running down the right hall, followed by a loud squeak, and the sound of a door closing.
I forced myself to listen, relived to hear nothing as I quickly shined my flashlight down the hall, before running back into the middle of my room.
With out hesitation, I quickly ran over to my closet door, ready to shut the doors as I aimed my flashlight in.
I clicked it on and jumped as a heavily damaged Foxy, that also had rows of razor sharp teeth, let out a loud, resound screech. It made a move to lunge out, but was cut off as I slammed the closet doors shut, almost on its muzzle.
I cursed again as I held the doors closed, breathing heavily as my flashlight flicker slightly, meaning that the Freddy's were jumping around on my bed.
I waited a few more seconds, then quickly opened the door, revealing a small Foxy plushy in the place of the nightmarish creature, it was another one my mother had gotten me for my birthday, in fact, she'd gotten me one of all the animatronics.
Aside from the Toys of course.
I sprinted away from the closet doors, already shining my light on the bed, revealing three of the small, nightmarish Freddy's.
They disappeared one by one, whizzing off somewhere, and, still running, I dashed over to the left door, my heart racing a million miles a second,
I listened closely, and not hearing anything, clicked on the light, a second too soon.
As I clicked the button, a loud rasp was clearly audible, and as I realized my mistake, stumbling backwards, a tall Bonnie, that also was damaged and withered, with rows of sharp teeth, lunged out at me.
It slammed into me, pinning me down onto the floor, my flashlight flying off across the floor as I screamed, it's metal claws digging into my shoulders, drawing blood.
I squirmed in its quite literal grasp of steel, gritting my teeth and trying not to cry in pain as it's claws dug into my flesh, tearing my nightshirt.
It remained still for a few seconds, staring down at me with glowing purple eye, then lunged down, it's mouth opening wide.
I closed my eyes as it's jaws slammed down on my head, and a few seconds later, I was awake in my bed, coated in sweat, my heart racing, and shivering, though not from the cold.
I slowly climbed out of bed, not feeling as exhausted as usual, though still exhausted and greatly shaken from my nightmares.
I stiffly walked over to the bathroom, it had become a habit every time I woke up for the day to take a shower, otherwise I would be smelling to high heaven, and nothing helped better to sooth me then to take a nice, long, warm, refreshing, shower, just soaking away my troubles. Of course, it only lasted so long, and soon, my fears and troubles would return, along with my next night shift.
As I walked into the clean bathroom, I got a glance of myself, and was shocked at what I saw.
I looked like a victim of some kinda of trauma, which I suppose I was. I had lost weight, and now looked frail, my back slightly hunched as if in defeat. My skin had turned pale, though if it was because of sleep loss, lack of food, or something else I didn't know.
The cut on my hand had scarred, leaving a bright latch of skin. My parents hadn't noticed it yet, and I had done my best to conceal it, though I had yet to come up with an excuse.
My eyes, which I had been told multiple times were 'that lovely shade of warm brown', had paled slightly, and now looked haunted, and cold, bags of exhaustion under them.
But over all, I looked defeated, shaky, and scared.
I gave a weary sigh, eyeing my reflection for a few more seconds, then allowed myself to shower, deciding it was best to ignore my appearance, and just focusing on getting ready for the night, including grabbing more newspapers for the Toys.
I relished the sensation of the warm drops of water splashing onto my back and head as I climbed into the shower, closing my eyes and just trying to forget everything, to have a few seconds to feel calm, in control, safe.
I took a ridiculously long shower, almost 30 minutes, quite a bit longer then a few seconds, and finally stepped out with a towel wrapped around my privates, water dripping from my hair as I enjoyed the last of my rest, before my living nightmare returned.
I dressed in a pair of jeans, a belt with a flashlight clipped to it, and my once again washed security shirt and hat, deciding since I wasn't going anywhere, I might as well be dressed for the night.
I filled my pack with my regular amount of newspapers, making sure to add more with sports for. Bonnie and Vixen. I also stuffed in a extra flashlight and batteries, making sure to put fresh batteries in the flashlight clipped to my belt, it hadn't run out yet, but I could always be prepared.
It was now 6:39PM, dinner would be ready soon, my mom was very punctual, and almost always had dinner ready by 6:45PM.
Dinner was really the only meal I ate for the entire day, I just never felt hungry, it was strange.
If my nose was correct, since it was Friday, my mom usually did some kind of soup, we would be having potatoes soup, a favorite of mine in another time, a time before I worked at Freddy's.
I headed out the door, deciding to go help get the table ready for dinner, quickly trying to think up a list of excuses to any questions my parents might ask.
As I made my way down the stairs slowly, not bothering to jump the last few, I realized,
I really didn't have any logical excuses.
I ran in the double glass doors, knowing full well that I was running late.
I dashed down the slick tile hallway, making sure not to slip as a entered the Dining area at a full run, making my way towards the Backstage area, trying to get to Parts and Service.
I'd been running on time until I discovered that my dad had misplaced his car keys, and we had began a search for them, me almost panicking, knowing full well what would happen if I didn't get to work on time.
We'ed finally found them, after about half an hour, and I would probably going to be late.
I opened the Backstage area, not even noticing the endoskeleton as I quickly dashed over and unlocked the large steel door that led into Parts and Service.
As soon as I opened the door, I pulled off the pack filled with newspapers, not sure why I was risking my life to get the Toys entertainment, and threw it into the dark room, slamming the door behind me and locking it all in one fluid movement, immediately taking back off towards the office.
I slipped and skidded down the a West hall, and lunged into the office, right as the power went out, coming back on a few seconds later.
I grabbed the tablet off the desk, which displayed the words 'Night 5 - 12:00AM' as I breathed hard, collapsing into the old swivel chair. I unclipped the flashlight from my belt, and cursed as I remembered that the spares had been in the pack with the papers, the one I'd thrown into Parts and Service for the Toys.
I shook my head, knowing that trying to go get them was a sure way to die.
I had just established my normal pattern, when I have a start as the phone started ringing.
I stared at it, completely unsure what to do. "Y-your dead..." I muttered, totally bewildered. "You died!"
I hesitantly picked up the phone, pressing it too my ear. "H-hello?" I said shakily, maybe this was someone trying to order a midnight pizza? "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza security office, how may I help you?"
Instead of a response, a series of garbled and distorted sounds played through the phone, along with some static and screeches.
I listened, confused and more then a little scared as the message played out, finally ending with multiple short, shrill screeches.
I placed the phone back, shaking slightly as I hesitantly resuming my pattern, giving a slight start as Chica appeared in the right window.
I quickly closed the door, continuing my pattern as I tried to figure out what the hell that had been.
Was some kind of prank call? A mix up, somebody calling the wrong number and had bad reception? Or had it been something else, it had sounded inhuman, so had the animatronics left a message somehow?
I shook my head as I almost didn't notice Bonnie standing outside my left door, quickly slamming the door in his face as I forced myself to focus.
It didn't matter, as soon as my week was over, I was out, I would go on with my life, and would forget all about this, but to do that, I had to focus on what I was doing now...
Or I would have no life to look forward too.
-End-
And that's chapter 11, done and over.
Sorry it took so long to get out, I took a break during 9/11, and then had a camping trip the next day, so yeah.
This chapter is also a bit shorter, I was in a rush to get it out so please forgive any errors, or if it seemed TO rushed.
The song closer to the beginning, is a short song I came up with myself, though I will admit my skills don't quite make it over to song writing.
Thanks again to all the support I've received, I can't tell you how much it means to me, any suggestions you guys have are welcome, I'm working on a bunch of random ideas for stories at the moment, though probably I'm going to finish this one first.
I'm done rambling, enjoy the rest of your day!
-RangerMK01
