Just want to say some things real quick.

1. As of now, these stories are listed in no particular order. I am just writing based off what animatronic/human characters I feel like doing. When this whole book is completed, I may switch the fics around to make them actually go from FNAF 1-SL.

2. Due to recent lore speculation on Reddit, I am switching up the protagonist. My old N. Freddy x Reader fic had you as a child, but because of that speculation going around in the FNAF subreddit, I'll make you as an adult. I hope you're fine with that. This will be the same for all the other fics with the Nightmares.

As a side note, this fanfic is a bit graphic. I suggest you only read if you are fine with graphic details.


I laid in my bed silently, staring up at the ceiling above me, with my hands laid across my stomach. Although it was only evening, I felt extremely tired, but I was not going to let myself sleep at such an odd time. Even if I closed my eyes for just a minute, I would be finding myself wanting to drift off into a deep sleep.

I tried my hardest not to close my eyes at all and keep them shut that way. Whenever I had to blink, I did so quickly. There was no way I was going to sleep now and wake up early morning when it was still dark outside.

I let out a loud sigh as I continued to lay there, my head on my pillows and my body laying straight from the head to the end of the bed. I slightly moved my body, still on my back, trying to adjust my position.

After a long day of work, I just wanted to be comfortable and take a break from the rough day on my bed; laying down was all I wanted to do now--nothing else. As amazing as a nap sounded, I did not want to fuck up my schedule. While trying to remain comfortable on my bed, I kept my eyes open as much as I could. It was a bit of a challenge to lay down so comfortably that could land me into sleep, yet I was trying so hard to not close my eyes.

I placed my arms behind my head and underneath my pillow, propping my head up on both at the same time. In the peaceful silence of my room, I could hear my heart slowly beating in my chest and in my ears. I enjoyed the time by myself, and I was too relaxed to get up from my bed, if I had to do anything. It was like I was glued to my bed; while I could get up, I did not find myself wanting to move, not even wanting to move one inch off of it. I continued to lay back and absorb the calm and soundness scenery of my bedroom.

I kept looking up at the ceiling as more time passed by. My heart was beating a bit slower than before, and I felt every muscle in my body become less and less tense as I proceeded to lay there. I was feeling as if I was on the verge of falling asleep, but I still managed to keep my eyes as open as possible. I felt my stomach rumble from hunger, but I was too relaxed to even care; the noise and feeling of it did not really bother me too much.

I slightly moved my arms down to adjust my head's position on my pillow, and I smiled to myself as I felt more comfort hit me. I slowly closed my eyes, not thinking what I was doing, as I was even more comfortable than before. It didn't take me long to realize I was close to falling asleep, and I jolted my eyes open.

"The hell am I doing?" I whispered loudly to myself, starting to feel my heart pound quickly. "I don't want to sleep now!"

I rolled over to my right side, moving my arms from underneath my pillow and adjusting my head, once again, until I was cozy enough on my bed. I stared at my nightstand beside my bed, reading the alarm clock resting on it.

6:30 PM.

"Why must it be evening? I feel so tired, but I do not want to fall asleep just yet."

I sighed again as I tried my best to stay awake. I hated the fact I wanted to rest, but I also wanted to not actually sleep if I was too relaxed; damn, do I just love my body!

I rolled my eyes as I found myself on my back again. The clock beside me soon read "6:45 PM," and I widened my eyes, surprised at how much time went by. It did not feel like a lot of minutes passed, but apparently, it had actually been 15 minutes since I last looked at my alarm clock.

I soon placed my hands over my head as I proceeded to lay on my back, still gluing my eyes on the ceiling. The silence of the room grew more quiet, and my ears started ringing from the quietness of my bedroom. Exhaling heavily through my mouth, I set my hands on my bed and sat up, deciding to get up to grab my headphones from the inside of my nightstand. I opened the drawer and quickly grabbed my mp3 player that was sitting besides my headphones. Then, I laid my other hand on them as I also took them out of the drawer.

Connecting my headphones to my mp3 player, I found myself back on my bed, listening to some of my favorite music as I was relaxing yet again. My arms were placed back behind my head and pillow. For some reason, also listening to my favorite songs made me feel more calm than only laying down on my bed with my eyes shut.

Little did I know that I found myself relaxing so much that I actually drifted off into a deep sleep.

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I slowly opened my eyes to see my bedroom completely dark, dark enough that I could hardly see in it. The room was no longer silent, as I heard the howling of the wind from outside my window. The moving branches of a nearby tree tapped against my window, causing me to jump in fear from the sudden noise. I quickly sat up and looked around my room.

Something didn't feel right.

I walked away from my bed and out into the hallway; it, too, was very dark, and I could hardly see a thing. I carefully continued to make my way through the hall to see what was going on inside my house. From what I recall, I did not remember turning off all the lights in my house; some I happened to leave on, and I was too tired to go and turn them off.

I happened to find a light switch near me at the end of the hallway. I moved the switch to turn on the lights, but the room remained dark. Glancing around in confusion, I fiddled with the switch more. Still dark.

I found myself muttering a quick "Um," but I strangely couldn't find any other words to say. I tried opening my mouth to speak; however, no words left it. I shut my mouth, not daring to try to say anything else.

I proceeded to walk throughout the rest of my house, searching for another light switch. My bare feet slightly tapped against the hardwood floor. I crossed my arms, huddling myself up as I suddenly felt cold.

I also looked down, only to realize I was suddenly in my pajamas, but despite them being layered, I had goosebumps covering every spot on my skin.

The chilly feeling against my body only grew stronger the more I wandered through my house, and I felt my teeth chattering and my entire self trembling from the cold. I decided to place my arms inside my pajama shirt to help me warm up, but even then, I felt no difference in that. I sighed in frustration and placed my arms back through the sleeves.

Right as I reached my living room, my strangely frigid house soon went back to a warmer state. I smiled, glad that the odd and sudden drop in temperature was now gone. I peeked around the corner, shaking my arms out after getting them adjusted in my pajama sleeves, and went for the light switch in the living room.

Nothing.

This room also remained dark.

I eventually frowned, still confused, and turned around to go back into the hallway. At this point, I was speculating that there must have been an power outage.

Was there, or was I going crazy here?

Staying calm, I went through the rest of the rooms in my house, testing every light switch. All of them never worked.

Maybe there was somehow a power outage; I thought that is what was happening.

I went back into the right hallway and looked outside through one of the windows. All I could see was pure blackness, and I couldn't see anything else--just darkness.

Not too long later, I caught a glimpse of some glowing eyes outside. There was a set of two orange eyes staring right at me in the darkness. I stepped back in shock, unable to scream or say a single word. I hit my back against the wall and kept standing there in fear.

The hallway suddenly started shaking as if there was an earthquake. I moved myself away as I saw the wall behind me cracking from the floor to the ceiling in the same spot right across from where I saw the eyes.

I still could not find my voice.

I was extremely confused. I just wanted to scream or at least call for help.

But I could not. I had no voice.

The shaking stopped and the wall stopped cracking as a loud growl echoed throughout the hall for just a few seconds. The eyes in the window also had disappeared. I was left in the hallway all by myself, in nothing but silence and darkness.

I stared up as the crack remained in the wall, but whatever was going on right now in my own home--my own safe haven--made me petrified for myself and...even my safety.

Eventually, the cracked wall opened up further as a strange metallic hand with claws reached out towards me. I just missed it by an inch, and the hand gave up after a few tries and faded back into the wall. The crack in it created by the "earthquake" also happened to seal itself back up. I kept looking at it in fear and confusion as I was left alone in the hallway yet again in nothing but silence; this time, however, nothing else seemed to happen.

I took multiple glances back at the wall as I made myself run back towards my bedroom. I wanted to leave my house, but for some reason, I just had to go back into my room.

I stood beside my bed and stared at the door leading to the right hallway. My chest moved up and down rapidly, and my face glowed from sweat running down from my forehead to my chin. I backed up and sat on my bed, unsure about what to do.

I wanted to relax from all of this, but that was not about to happen, as I noticed blood dripping down on my pajama pants. Soon as I knew it, I was soaked in the red liquid, and I raised my arms up in front of me, looking at my now red hands and arms. I started shaking and crying. I did not know what was happening to me.

Eventually, scratch marks appeared all over my arms and legs. For some odd reason, I did not feel them puncture my skin. I noticed the inside of myself--skin layers, bone, almost everything--from slits across my arms, legs, and stomach. Even my own face was slit open, as I noticed in my bedroom mirror. I was vomiting a bit of blood, too, a couple times. My tears turned from a clear liquid to red, and the texture of my tears became thicker. I now had blood running down my face.

What was going on?

My bedroom faded into utter complete blackness, and the same growl from earlier appeared once again. My skin sewed itself back up after some time, but I did not feel anything as it did so. My room reappeared as it did before all of this mayhem started--dark, but not enough that it felt like I was completely blind.

All the blood that dripped from my body laid as a puddle on my bedroom floor. I expected it to do something, but it did not really do anything; it just sat there with my feet sitting in it. I quickly moved them, somehow not getting any of it on my feet.

I nervously glanced around and saw more glowing eyes in a few spots in my room. One set of purple eyes was staring at me from the left hallway, one set of red eyes from the closet in front of me, and another set of what also seemed to be red eyes from the right hallway. My room was so dark, though, that I couldn't see who was with me.

I looked down beside me and unexpectedly saw a flashlight right by my side. I slowly picked it up and shined it on the glowing eyes. I felt like screaming.

There were more horrifying versions of the original animatronics from Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

I did not know what to think. I wanted to run out, but I felt frozen in place. I only moved the light around the room. The animatronics disappeared a couple seconds of the flashlight shining on them.

For some reason, I did not see Freddy when I shined the light around my room, but the more I thought about it, the more I wondered if the orange glowing eyes I saw earlier was actually him. I did not see his whole physical self, though, unlike the others.

I kept shining the light back and forth to keep the animatronics away. Little did I know that my feet were dangling off the edge of my bed, and I felt a hand grab my right foot. I flinched, not screaming or anything, and silently stared down to see Freddy's hand wrapped around my ankle. It wasn't long until I felt him dragging me underneath my bed, softly growling a few times as he did so. This time, I felt myself screaming as I was dragged into darkness.

My fingernails scraped against the carpet as I tried to fight for my life, but Freddy was a lot stronger than me. He definitely had a good grip on my foot.

I soon laid on my back as he stopped dragging me, catching my breath as I stared at his glowing orange eyes. I glanced around my environment, and I began to think that where I was right now was not underneath my bed. I was able to stand up, and I kept watching him as I glued my eyes to his.

Freddy silently watched me as I got up off the ground. The slits on my skin and the blood covering my pajamas from earlier started to reappear, but this time, I did not cry. Freddy let out a quick robotic laugh as he watched my skin peel away and reveal what was all underneath it. I started shaking as I felt a wave of pain hit me this time.

It felt as if all the muscles in my body were tearing, causing a major cramping pain when my skin tore open. I also felt a sensation as if a knife was being poked into my skin and dragged as my skin was ripped open; the feeling even continued into my body as more was revealed.

Judging by what was going on, it seemed as if this is what Freddy wanted from me.

I think he wanted to murder me.

He eventually revealed himself more as some light shined on him, and I was able to make out what he looked like.

This Freddy was completely torn up, with holes in almost every spot on his body. He had half of an ear on his right side, followed by extremely sharp looking teeth in his mouth and claws on his hands. His hat was broken, too, with some wires poking out of it.

He ran up to me with incredible speed and bent his head down at me, his blood-stained teeth clenching together and in my face. I only stared at him and did not say anything. I tried withstanding the foul odor that came from his teeth; it smelled like he may have killed someone.

Freddy stood back up but kept his eyes on me. He was pretty tall, as I had to look all the way up just to look at his face. From my guess, he had to be at least more than seven feet tall, maybe even eight feet tall--I don't know. I was practically making my neck hurt just looking at this monster.

I finally felt my mouth opening slowly. "What do you want from me?"

I didn't really hear my voice as I talked to him, but he seemed to have heard me. Freddy let out another laugh and clenched his hand around my neck, lifting me up with only one arm. I shook from him practically choking me, and I felt blood dripping from my mouth as he squeezed his hand tighter around my neck.

He leaned in close to my face as he held me up at eye level. I was just a few centimeters from his face, and I felt his breath against my skin. I squinched my eyes shut, unable to stand his breath.

Freddy eventually dropped me on the ground, and I landed right on my back; yet again, I could not feel any pain. I blinked rapidly as I watched him hover over me, his head looking down at me. I moved myself away from him, scared for my life. He stood straight up, laughing another time, as he took my feet again and dragged me towards him.

"What the fuck do you want?" I yelled, still no voice escaping my mouth.

He only stood there as he took his hands off me.

I kept my eyes on him in case he'd do anything, but he continued to stand there. I stayed laying down on my back, fearfully looking up at him.

Maybe it was best for me to stay put. If I kept moving away from him, he would just keep pulling me back.

I proceeded to lay there and wait to see what would happen. Freddy soon stood me back up, grabbing my arms and raising me off the ground, and walked a few times around me. I anxiously closed my eyes for a brief second as he circled around me.

What was he up to?

Was he going to kill me?

None of this made any sense.

He stopped in front of me and lowered his head again until his face was in front of mine. I turned my head away, trying to ignore his horrible smelling breath. He looked down at one of the slits on my neck, then on my arms and legs, my head, everywhere. He seemed to have admired the sight of blood and injuries on my body.

"Leave me alone! I don't know what you want!" I was shaking terribly.

He laughed one last time before standing up until he was now towering over me again. Freddy stood back from me as more blood started to drip down my body, and I began to shake even more. I bent down on my knees as I coughed up more blood. I covered my mouth and kept coughing for a minute until I stopped.

Freddy seemed to be smiling at me, but he soon tilted his head as he saw me bent down on the ground in distress. He let out a loud sigh, sounding as if he was somehow annoyed, and walked over to me, yet again standing me up on my feet.

I watched as the injuries and blood on my body soon disappeared, and I was finding both of us back in my bedroom. Freddy angrily stared at me, and I thought he would have done something, but I was surprised that he did not do anything to me.

His glowing eyes grew brighter as he let out a soft growl. He looked around us, with me just standing there in silence, and watched out for his friends.

Freddy laid his eyes back on me and held a hand out to me. He carefully touched my left cheek with the tip of his middle claw, but he quickly took his hand off, letting out a quiet and frustrated growl.

Maybe he wanted to kill me, but he also hated that he actually had some empathy for me.

I only watched him crawl under my bed, and I kept my eyes on his. His glowing eyes peeked at me from under my bed, but they disappeared after a brief second.

Although he was evil, as it seemed like, he was awfully kind to me. I did not know what to think of him, but he appeared to be a nice monster.

I was about to go see him to talk to him, but before I could reach my bed, that's when I felt myself open my eyes up in the real world.