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Sorry for not posting yesterday?

-Fly :)


Reapergenesis32 Requested...

I was thinking of a Five night's at Freddy's AU, maybe Dipper plays it and Bill pulls a prank on him using his dreams or the gang are the animatronics tormenting Gideon or something.

My Response...

Can do, will do! Sorry this one's a little short, I had a FUCKLOAD of homework and I still want to at least start the next chapter for 'Heart Of Gold'! Anyway, I hope it's still good. Enjoy!~

It started with a quiet whisper, the soft brush of a hand against his forehead, and the darkness of whatever laid behind his eyelids. His breath caught as he was dragged into the realm of sleep, a dark dream materializing before him. His eyes fluttered open but all his bedroom was gone, and in it's place was a small, dusty room. He was in a dreary office, reeking of spoiled food- particularly pizza.

Colourful crayon-coloured drawings decorated the walls, signed in sloppy handwriting by various children. They all depicted various animals, sometimes playing instruments and sometimes eating unhealthy amounts of food. It was a strangely happy sight for such an unsettling atmosphere.

A pig named Waddles, a mouse named Mabel, a skunk named Stan, a wolf named Wendy, and a sloth named Soos. He knew all those names, but to him they weren't animals- Or animatronics, as some of the more detailed drawings suggested. The very thought made him shudder, especially after the encounter with Giffany...

Surely, this had to be some weird dream. Bill must've gotten into the smile dip again, and he'd wake up as soon as it wore off. For now, he'd have to be careful. The vibe the room gave off was vaguely grim, as if someone had died in there not long ago.

He noticed a small screen laying face-up on the desk in front of him, a flashing light blinking in the dim office. With a light smile, he picked it up. It was rusting in some places, suggesting it was older than just any regular tablet. The surface was cold to the touch, stinging his already clammy fingers.

The screen showed off several white boxes, each one labelled with a room number. The screen was fizzing with gentle static, distorting the image of a stage. His heart picked up the pace as he connected the dots, an overrated game coming to mind.

"BILL!" He shouted, hoping the dream demon was listening. If they was ever a time for him to be stalking him, it'd be a good one now. "BILL, THIS ISN'T FUNNY! WAKE ME UP!" His only response was that of clanging metal, gradually getting louder as his face paled dramatically. "You asshole..." He muttered, eyes flicking back down to the dim light of the screen.

The stage was empty, not a good sign. Weren't the animatronics supposed to stay up there? Were they already coming for him? He scanned the room he stood in, but all that greeted him was a dark hallway and two shady vents. There was no way he'd leave using any of those exits, at least not while the hellish machines were waltzing around.

A tiny analogue clock in the corner of the room displayed the time- 3:00 AM. With a grin, he silently celebrated. Wasn't this stupid game supposed to end at 6? Sure, dreams couldn't kill him, but it'd still be fun to beat the system.

He was caught off-guard when an arm swung through the shadows, and let out an undignified scream. The mouse- Mabel, if he remembered correctly- stared him in the face with a two-layered smile. Two rows of sharp teeth were covered in what he prayed was pizza sauce. The animatronic had pinkish fur, two bulging eyes and exaggerated, painted-on blush.

He didn't have much time to see any more because his terror quickly forced his eyes shut. He felt a tearing pain rip through his body as a clawed hand grabbed his arm, tugging him forward and sending him toppling forward. His bare knees dragged across the concrete floor and he forced back tears, desperately trying to rip his hand free. "BILL, LET ME OUT! PLEASE, BILL!"

An agonizing pain shot straight through his chest, and his life flashed before his eyes. He had no idea what had happened or if it was just his imagination, but death came to mind and all assumptions of this being a nightmare were tossed out the window. He let out another ear-splitting yell as the feeling intensified, as if he was being ripped in half. His fists were swinging madly at thin air, trying and failing to defend himself from whatever was doing this.

He saw a flash of white light, a tunnel under his lashes and if he just closed his eyes-

"It's me..."

He shot up in bed, sweating and panting. His hands weakly grasped at his shirt, pulling it off over his head and palming at his chest. There wasn't a mark, no scars or even scratches. It was a nightmare after all- but it had all felt so horrifyingly REAL!

He heard a familiar clearing of the throat and looked to his left, where Bill smiled lightly. "Feeling alive?" He drawled, pleased expression both fitting and out of place. He was stifling a laugh, hand over his mouth in a weak attempt to hide his amusement. "You should see your face!"

Dipper was stuck between wanting to hug him and kill him. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR!?" He cried, throwing off the blankets and sliding off the bed. His face was hot with rage, fury building up in his chest with a new unforgiving fury. "I WAS SCARED SHITLESS! I AM SCARED SHITLESS!"

The demon seemed to be taken aback, hand flying from his face to his chest. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, but the usual smugness was still there. "Why, Pine Tree! It was just a prank, relax! Truly hilarious, but I suppose only Shooting Star can take a joke..."

His voice trailed off as the boy stormed out of the room, slamming the door closed in a burst of emotional stress. He'd never hated anyone so much, at least not for a long time. Bill was always a jerk, but after he'd started living at the shack, hanging out with them and actually giving shits about his feelings he'd taken a liking to him. Friends, he wasn't sure how close but definitely close enough to share a bed.

He never should've let himself get so hopeful. Bill was a demon, after all, and-

"PINE TREE, WAIT!" The yell was followed by the sound of stumbling feet, and an awkward hug around the waist. "Hey, kiddo, I didn't know you'd take it so-" He was pushed off by the enraged boy, and watched with frustration as he ran away. "Pine Tree, come on!"

Dipper knew he was being a little unfair, but the demon's asshole attitude and snarky comments were getting on his nerve. Not to mention the fact he totally deserved this, giving him such life-scarring dreams.

A small part of him just wanted to hug the buy back, but he tossed the idea aside. As scared and sweaty as he felt, if he wanted comfort he could just go sleep on the couch. Besides, he wouldn't be sleeping with Bill for quite a long time, not after that prank.

The demon decided to surprise him with a dreamcatcher in the morning.

"In case I'm ever feeling funny... Again." He insisted, hanging it above the bed.

And to the boy's surprise and delight, he never had a bad dream again.


THIS IS SO SHOOOOOORT...

Ugh, I meant to post this yesterday but never wrote an ending.

I had homework too so, shit.

Juts wanted to apologize for my crap in this chapter XD I like FNAF but I'm too scared to play it for longer than night 1...

So that's why I didn't write much with the game itself. Sorry!

-Fly :3