Disclaimer: Graphic descriptions of accepting ones own death TW, I don't own Five Nights at Freddy's, and both the games and the characters belong to Scott Cawthon, also Steel Wool is producing Security Breach. I'm sorry if it's awful, I'm not that good a writer. Still, hope you enjoy.
"Gregory, come out please," a feminine voice called out, "You're parents are waiting, Gregory." But, he knew not to follow it. Gregory looked outside. Darkness. My parents left hours ago. He thought. They had told him not to run off, but what was he supposed to do? This crazy rabbit took his friends somewhere, but he didn't fall for it. She had done something awful to them, he just knew.
~Her footsteps echoed through the usually crowded main room. Slowly approaching, step by agonising step. Gregory looked at his watch. 11:21, he should have been tucked in, safely, to bed, dreaming about his wonderful birthday. But he was not tucked in, safely, to bed, nor was his birthday wonderful, not in the slightest bit. His best friend had argued with him over some stupid game, he had gotten locked in overnight, and this crazy woman had hurt and locked away all of his friends, or worse. If I don't get out tonight, those might have been my last moments with him. The very thought of dying made shivers creep up his spine, but he couldn't help it.
~The woman's red light came into view. It wouldn't be long now. Strangely, the boy felt a wave of calm wash over him, like a bathtub when someone turns the water off. He didn't feel happy, in fact, he felt nothing. He had been dipped into ice water after his warm bath, and he could not feel a thing, except for two small, hot streams running down his face. One of the streams ran into his mouth, and past his lips. Salty, had he been crying? He couldn't tell. Close, closer, yet closer, the red light bobbed slightly, just enough to be noticeable. Close, closer, and closer, he began to silently say his apologies, not just to his friends, but to everyone he could think of. Close, closer, closest, he finally gave one shuddering sob, now thinking of nothing in particular.
~The person came into view, but as she turned to face him, he felt two hands grab him. Their grip was like cast iron, before quickly lifting him. To his abject horror, Gregory felt walls around him, before the space went dark. The tight, strong walls cramped his knees up, making them meet his chin. He thrashed as hard as he could, but to no avail. The walls were like stone, but were completely smooth. A small beam of light shone through the cramped area. A hole! He stopped his flailing, and looked through it, only to see the red light going back down the hall. He steadied his breathing to listen to the tapping, and heard the footsteps get quiet, quieter, and quieter, before finally going out of earshot.
~As soon as they did so, he heard a strangely mechanical sigh from all around him. He saw light flood, and cover the walls around him. He saw the same fuzzy hands that grabbed him from before, reach out for him once more. He saw two bright, blue eyes meet his on the outside. A deep, rumbling, and once again, mechanical voice rang out,
~"Are you ok?" Gregory could only nod as his eyes adjusted to the dark, finally seeing his saviour. His ears, hat, paws, and bow tie were famous in his mind. His mind wandered back to the party, were the bear had been performing on stage. His parents could never remember his now saviour's name, Glamrock Freddy. Of course, Gregory was too young to remember the original Freddy Fazbear, but he had seen pictures, and he favoured Glamrock instead. Finally, Freddy greeted him to get his attention, snapping him back down to Earth. "It's not safe here. She's still around," The bear said, "but, before we leave, what is your name?"
He replied, "Gregory. It's nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you as well, now let's leave before she comes back."
I might make this a chartered thing, but probably not. Still, please review.