I'm back peoples!

Doug: Bro… its been like 2 weeks… chill.

Yeah, two weeks of Awesomeness!

It has been so much fun chatting with some people and reading some new stories,

A shout out for Blacksmithy and his freaking amazing story! Human on the I side! Please, if you don't wanna read mine, definitely check out Smithys!

*Breaths in*

So, I checked about a day ago and found my view count on exactly 16,999

Wow.

I refreshed the page and literally died. Because of you dear reader, I thank. Without you it would not be within this far. 17,000 views and counting.

*Throws socks everywhere*

Its my little inside joke. Sorry.

SO! WITHOUT FURTHER ADO…

Mike: Oi!

Oh crap

*runs*

Mike: You get back here you piece of..

Chapter something

(Lost Count XD)

He was flying through a collection of colors, they swirled around his head and made it blur into a canvas of lights. Mike watched, intent on just remaining paralyzed. He blinked only when his feet touched something and his eyes followed something other than a rainbow.

He was in the office. His work office at the pizzeria. It held its usual gloominess of cobwebs, advertising photos of the gang and pictures drawn by children. The . were still stacked on the desk, the fan ran along its usual routine if annoying him and for reasons unbeknownst to him, the cupcake still stared at him with glossed eyes.

Mike blinked and rubbed his eyes, stopping halfway when he realized he could feel him rubbing his eyes. He slowly uncovered his eyes and looked at regular human hands. He looked down and saw his real clothes… AND PANTS!

At that moment in time, Mike felt like crying he was so happy. But the session would have to wait as suddenly the fan and lights turned off, plunging the room into pitch black. What was the phrase that meant that you'd done this before?

Déjà vu.

It hit Mike like a sack of rocks as the words of Teddy rushed to him,

"You will experience your death over and over again.."

That familiar and spine tingling jingle opened next to Mike, and it only took him moments to realize where this was going. Freddy was leaning on the doorway, still supporting his fat ass with a glare at mike that meant he still wasn't friendly. As the jingle ended, He made a lunge for mike, throwing his weight with him.

Mike, remembering all to well, made a mad dash to his right and rushed out into the hallway, hearing the roar of anger echo in the corridor. But instead of the usual happy posters at littered the hallway, there were thousands of crying children drawings, and the soft sound of moaning echoed in the hall.

Chica appeared at the end of the hallway with her arms outstretched and her feet planted in the ground. Mike again slid under her without his will and ran into the main room. This, wherever this was, had the Pizzeria in a better shape, but with different posters.

In the office there was the poster of Freddy and the gang but directly on stage were two different animatronics, a golden freddy and a golden bunny. Both of which, thank god, were deactivated and not coming for him.

But a purple figure had leaned from out of a doorway, one of which he knew to well. Of all people and what thee been through, well… thinking of that made Mike cringe… Blnnie poked his head from the Maintenance room with his ugly smirk,

"No running Mike."

But Mike wasn't listening, instead he took a running leap towards the glass door and slammed with all his might against it. Expecting a sharp crack of glass and natural ear shattering of the door, Mike instead bounced off the door and landed squarely on his ass.

He took a look at what'd just happened and felt his real heart leap to his throat, the doors didn't shine with the usual glare of the parking lot lights. In fact… they didn't shine at all. There was a literal nothing outside, pitch black, as if someone had cut the power to outside as well.

Mike whipped his head around and groaned as Chica and Bonnie advanced closer. He sat up and made his way into the other hallway,

Wait… oh shit…

Mike once more saw this in slow motion,

Foxy stepped from the shadows

His hook glinted outward in the darkness,

And mike saw it plunge into his stomach and out his back, splurting his blood over the wall and tiles.

The pain felt all to real, and the mental all to excruciating, all Mike could do now was watch in horror as the same events unfurled in his vision.

But he never did pay close attention to his death. He counted the seconds instead of how many wires pierced his flesh. He counted the minutes instead of how much force was applied to snap his feeble bones, and he counted the ticks of the clock instead of counting how many times he screamed in agony as his death played over… and over again.

Metal beams sliced his jaw in two and the eyes in the mask crushed his sockets. The bones he used to have were probably by now, as the chest piece was put on, dust. More by more, he felt himself slowly give away until he did.

But as he did, he didn't see a light, all he saw was once more the interior of his office.

Mikes eyes watered as again the power went out.

-The Real World-

Doug stepped back suddenly as Mikes eyes shot open, blood ridden and he screamed in pure agony. It shattered the silverware cups on the stove and nearly cracked Doug's ears. Doug uncupped his swollen drums as Mike began to writhe in pain.

Whatever was happening, Doug wanted no part of it. Carefully, and making sure not to piss the maddened Creature, Doug slung him over his shoulders and made his way into a bedroom.

It wasn't what you'd expect for a bedroom to coincide with, a crib in the corner and a queen bed in the middle. But it would make do.

Doug flung Mike onto the bed and just as he was about to sit down, a lump on the bed shot up with a yelp, and it didn't take long to realize the situation he was in. A man with black hair stood and looked at the robot writhing next to him and then looked at Doug. Both locked gazes daring each other to move.

Someone has seen them.

-Back in Mikes Mind-

What was it now…

His 55th time he'd been through his death? It was a literal and painful cycle to zip through…. Well there was no zipping, it was rather a dream that wouldn't end.

Mike choked once more on his own bile and lied back as the darkness faded in. Then, as if someone snapped their fingers, he was right back into his office, like as if nothing happened.

Mike lied back and held his face in his hands as he began to sob, giving up when he heard the power shut off.

Warnings, several of them, given to mike at precise times, and he chose not to listen to them.

And right now he couldn't… feel a warning.

It was strange, rather he couldn't feel anything.

Mike opened his hands and nearly cried out as he collided with a floating chair. Taking another look around, he saw that everything was floating. It looked like someone had just stopped time as a bomb blew off.

Mike moved around clumsily as he saw the different shades of what was going on. He was floating through a darkened landscape, similar to what he saw outside.

That when he heard it. Small at first, but as he listened, it grew in volume, and it didn't sound very friendly.

It was a deep reverberating chuckle, a baritone at most. It vibrated the walls and even floating, made Mikes knees shake.

Mike looked up and gaped in horror as two large red dots stared at him. But it wasn't just the red dots that scared the bejezus out of him, its what they were connected to.

Some might say, as the face come into mikes view, that a nightmare is based off of a dream. Some others say, as the figure began to grow needle like fingers, that someone can be a nightmare.

Mike tripped over a chair and stared as the figure put on a yellow hat and fixed his yellow tie. His repeating death is only a glance of a darkened dream. Not even a nightmare…

To what Mike can say, as it showed millions of dagger teeth.,

This was the Nightmare.

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

IVE BROUGHT IN MEH WILD CARD!

Ahem.

Sorry.

I wanted to try something uhm…

New.

Explanation?

References?

Meh,

More will be explained later k?

Now!

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