Five Nights, One Foxy Chapter 34
A/N: Yay, I'm back! :D
So, FNAF 4 came out while I was on vacation. I was watching Markiplier play it and I realized; how am I supposed to incorporate this into my story?
Simple; I won't.
Sorry guys. I don't want to have to go back and redo my entire plot line so I can add in FNAF 4. If there's a hole or two I might add in little snippets, but for the most part I'll leave it out. :(
November 26, 1998 4:10 PM
After I kicked everyone out of my room and locked the door, making sure a key was in my pocket, I went downstairs for dinner. Everyone was hanging around the table while my mom was putting the last few dishes down.
Mom always outdid herself on Thanksgiving. She spends almost 300 dollars at the grocery store and makes enough leftovers that feed me and her for a few weeks after. Since we had guests, she almost doubled her usual dishes.
"Julia, look! Rolls!" Jake exclaimed, tugging on Julia's sleeve and pointing at the basket of rolls shaped like chef hats.
"And cranberry sauce!" Julia added, gesturing towards a bowl of the homemade stuff.
Vincent hung back in the kitchen by the island, inspecting the pies that were cooling on racks. He had changed out of his previous attire and wore a purple polo and khakis. He refused to shave, however.
My mom put the last dish, the green bean casserole, on the table. She took off her oven mitts.
"Alright everyone, dinner's ready!" she called.
Everyone immediately sat in the nearest seat, desperate to not be the person that had to go fetch lawn chairs from the garage. It was like a sudden game of Musical Chairs.
Due to my extraordinary luck, I found myself squished between Vincent and Aunt Peggy. Not only would it be awkward to reach for serving spoons, but I would have to sit through uncomfortable conversations from those two.
Then I saw that my mom was sitting across from me, between Chloe and Uncle Will. I felt bad that she had to sit next to Chloe; I'd take Vincent and Aunt Peggy over her any day.
After saying prayers, we all made a mad dash for the basket of rolls. It was first come, first serve with this particular dish, since Mom ironically never made enough.
In just a few intense seconds, the Roll War was over. Lucky people had managed to get their hands on an entire roll, while others had to settle with a half or three quarters of one. Half of my roll got torn off and was sitting on Jake's plate. I found myself shaking my fists in rage and swearing vengeance on the little brat.
"So Natalie," Vincent said. "How was your job last night?"
He sounded so casual that it kind of startled me. There was no trace of insanity in his voice that I had heard that morning, just mild curiosity.
"Um...it was okay, for a night shift job," I replied.
"Anything...particularly interesting happen?" he questioned further.
Aaaaand there it was. The glint in his eyes as he looked at me was all too apparent.
"Not really..." I lied, looking away.
"Ya never told us ya had a job Natalie!" Aunt Peggy exclaimed as she spooned a glob of mashed potatoes onto her plate.
"Well, I just got hired this week." For once I was relieved that she jumped into the conversation. Vincent just shrugged and started eating his food, acting as if nothing happened.
"Where's the place?" she asked.
"It's that Freddy Fazbear's near our house," I said simply.
"It was. Natalie promised she wouldn't go there again. Right, sweetie?" my mom put in, shooting me a look.
"Err...yeah. Sure."
"Isn't it that pizza restaurant with the creepy animatronics?" Aunt Peggy asked.
I sighed. "Yep, that's the one." If only you knew, Aunt Peggy.
"I remember Freddy's Fazbear's," Uncle Will added in. "Back in 1983, it used to be called Fredbear's Family Diner. I used to go there with my younger siblings to babysit."
I raised an eyebrow. "Fredbear's Family Diner?"
"Yep." Uncle Will seemed pleased that he was giving a history lesson. "Back then there were only two main animatronics. Fredbear and...whatever that other one was... Anyway, the four current ones were for a sideshow they had at the other side of the restaurant."
He chewed thoughtfully on a piece of turkey for a bit. "Come to think of it, I'm not sure why that place closed down. It was so popular with the kids."
"Financial troubles, maybe?" Now my mom was getting into it.
"If they did, they never showed any signs of it. It was normal until they suddenly closed down...around mid-August I think."
"Maybe something happened with the animatronics," I guessed.
Uncle Will shrugged. "Could be. Only the original owner knows what happened, and who knows where he took off to." He shook his head sadly.
"Who was he?"
"Who?"
"...the original owner."
"Hmm...can't quite remember. Peggy, dear, what do you think his name was?"
Aunt Peggy tapped her index finger on her chin. "Wasn't it like, Kyle or something?"
"I thought it was Daniel."
"Dan? Dave? Kevin?"
"Kai? Dac?"
The couple continued listing names while I gnawed thoughtfully on a green bean. The mystery of this restaurant was getting more twisted and confusing by the minute. I would have to ask one of the animatronics about Fredbear's. Maybe it would explain how they could talk off-script.
It seemed pretty far-fetched, but after all I'd been through, it seemed like the least crazy thing that's happened to me.
Dinner took a lot longer than anticipated. It was 7:30 before we finally finished the pie and I was itching to go back to Freddy's, despite the fact that there was a chance that I would die that night. The dark backstory to the restaurant chains had me hooked on figuring out the whole story, like a Nancy Drew book.
Unfortunately after dinner, I was forced by the adults to play with Jake and Julia. The two had decided to play Race Cars first, and then move on to Disney Princesses. They had even pinkie-promised, nearly breaking each other's fingers.
I was seriously doubting that they would fufill their promises.
Race Cars wasn't too bad, besides the fact that Jake kept running over my fingers with his Hot Wheels car. Apparently there was this huge civil war between the red cars and the blue cars, and they recruited other colors to help fight. It was a rather weird storyline, but hey, I got to throw cars at Chloe, who was laughing mockingly as she watched me suffer.
Disney Princesses, however, was another story.
Well, more like a nightmare.
I had known it was going to be bad, so I told Chloe to go before I mangled her and moved the stuff up to the guest room. Julia had picked out the poofiest blue dress I have ever seen, which was at least ten sizes too small for me, and expected me to put it on. She then grabbed a big box of makeup and told me to hold still while she plugged in a curler.
Long story short, I said "no way José," she got mad, and things were thrown.
Not my finest hour.
I lay in bed, listening to the occasional thump of footsteps downstairs. It was 10:47 at night. I had just managed to get about two hours of sleep before waking up to leave. I didn't really want people following me since bad things would have happened, so I had to wait until everyone was asleep.
The clock ticked quietly, but it felt extra loud that night. Whoever it was that was downstairs was sure taking their sweet time.
A thought hit me. What if I showed up late?
Would I not be able to get in? Would the animatronics kill me on the spot? Would Mike freak out?
I felt the stress build up again. I didn't want to be late. But what if I was? Should I just not show up and let Mike handle it?
The footsteps had stopped for about a minute, but I didn't dare sneak out just yet. I almost made that mistake earlier that night, and I wasn't going to fall for it again.
I waited for another five minutes, and still nothing.
Ten minutes. No noise.
I waited impatiently for another couple minutes before slipping out of bed. I was prepared and was fully clothed in my uniform. I snuck quietly out of my room and down the stairs, avoiding the squeaky step.
The kitchen was dark, and I couldn't see anything. The floor was probably littered with toy land mines. I hoped that there were no Legos or Hot Wheels on the floor.
I didn't dare use the flashlight I got from the pizzeria, so I had to rely on my other four senses to get me to the front door. It was nervewracking-the chance that I could step on something and fall was very high, knowing my cousins. I headed for the general direction of the front door.
Minutes passed. I nearly tripped on the one downwards step that seperated the kitchen from the living room, but other than that, no major incidents. By how my eyes had adjusted to the darkness. I saw the dark silhouette of the door looming in front of me.
Then, a noise came from upstairs.
I froze. The noise continued, a repeated thumping that traveled along the top floor. My heart leaped from my chest to my throat as the noise grew louder. I forgot that Chloe always went downstairs this time of night for secret snacking.
I didn't have much time. I forced myself to stay calm and dove behind the couch just as the light of a phone screen lit up the kitchen.
Chloe, dressed in a long black T-shirt, looked around suspiciously before heading to the fridge. I was so sure she could hear my breathing.
Chloe was apparently sure that no one was around. She opened the fridge and took out a can of chocolate frosting that I didn't even know we had, grabbed a spoon, and sloppily shoved spoonfuls of the goop into her mouth.
I remember when I was eight, and the cousins stayed at our house for Christmas. Chloe was barely a tween at the time, but even back then she still had an attitude. I couldn't sleep, so I went downstairs to get a glass of water. That's when I caught Chloe gorging on leftover pie from that evening's dinner.
I used that for a lot of blackmail. To this day I'm still proud of myself.
Here we were again. I had a sudden urge to pop out from my hiding spot, but I resisted. If my mom found out I was sneaking out of the house to go to work, I would be mincemeat. Probably literally.
After five minutes, Chloe wrapped the can in paper towels to hide it and threw it in the trash can. She then washed the spoon and put it back in the drawer and snuck off.
Finally, I rose from behind the couch and scurried over to the front door without a second thought as to if she could hear me. I ran out the door, careful as to shut it and lock it behind me before walking down the street to the pizzeria.
A/N: Done. Yes. Finally. My gosh.
You all probably hate me now XD I don't think anyone's even reading this anymore... :P
JustaBunchofNonsense: Glad you like it! :)
TheTombedSpirit: I'm back again! :D I'm just glad I finally remembered to update XD
Jammed123: Sounds fun! :) What did you do there? If you're still around reading this fic :P
bikerboy: Cool :) I'll definitely check it out :)
Olivers shadow: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that :( Although on the bright side, he cared about your safety...I guess :P
FishCustard: You know how you just hate someone's guts but you have no idea why? I guess it's kind of like that. I never really came up with a reason. ^_^'
Tigersfury: Good, I tried to make him as creepy as possible ;)
Tigersfury: What I want to see is a commercial advertising Mike's Pens of Doom, and have Mike and Natalie posing with the pens and waving them around like lightsabers. This needs to happen! XD
Guest: I knoooow I'm sorry! DX
Guest: I'm sorry plz don't kill me! DX ;-;