!WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS DARK THEMES, GORE AND SLIGHT COARSE LANGAUGE. THIS STORY MAY CHANGE TO 'M' IF SO. BEWARE OF SPOILERS! !WARNING!
AN: 잘 지내 ('What's up' or 'How are you' in Korean), my rock 'n' rollers? This is Cheah here!
After the success of 'Real Harmony Takes a Lot of Voices' and 'A Test You Must Partake', I decided to go on further with writing on another dark, horror game. The last time I did one is based on 'Bendy and the Ink Machine'. At first, I thought it would go well, but however, it didn't. So I decided to try out Five Nights at Freddy's.
Just to note; before, I hate the game. I don't like the scary animatronics and the jump scares. However, growing up, I took an interest in the game, its lore and the mysterious and tragic plot. I came across other FNAF stories and I really like them a lot. In fact, 'Poor Little Souls' by Shadowfang 14, 'High Turnover' and 'Burn' both made by CGWicks, 'The Man Behind the Slaughter' by spideyfreakradoi, 'Memories Left Underground' by Not-Your-Uber-Driver and 'Mike's New Ghostly Family' by Archcommander Tenebros are some of the stories that inspired me to create a FNAF story. And also, I read all three official novels (The Silver Eyes, The Twisted Ones and The Fourth Closet).
So here we are. Just to let you know that in this story universe, I'm combining all elements and plot stories from FNAF 1, FNAF 2, FNAF 3, FNAF 4, Sister Location and (somewhat) Pizzeria Simulator to make one whole epic story. Canon characters will be different along with their personality and background. This is going to be different to the original FNAF universe, so please don't make flames about it.
Like last time, I'm including characters made by other authors across FanFiction and also from Scratch! A new line-up of authors. This time, I decided to try writing all the characters' points of views and try out their personality and how they see the events of the story in their lines. It was a little difficult at first, but it went great. Who helped out in this story will be revealed when their characters are introduced in the first three chapters.
Also, special thanks to Sgt. Sanman, I.M. Rally and HovaStrider for helping out. They gave me some ideas on what to write in some of the chapters. And two of them helped out coming up with song suggestions that will be used throughout this story.
I don't own 'Five Nights at Freddy's. I only own the plot and some of the characters. Most of the main characters are owned by the authors and Scratch users who helped out.
Enough talk, sit back and enjoy the ride.
Dedicated to TheLostEternity, Asiotus and TheArabianKnightt. Be wherever you are.
It's difficult when people seem to dislike you only because you've found success with something. - Scott Cawthon
Prologue – Monologue
Third Person's POV, Few years ago…
Believe in what you see at all times.
You might never know the mysterious things in front of you.
The night was dark and dangerous like how it would be in one restaurant that was in a large, empty clearing in the city.
When you look at it, it appeared…friendly.
The restaurant is wide and huge, its walls ranging in shades of beige and white. The curtains that would hang from the top of the windows were in stripes of purple and red. At the top of the large red entrance was a large sign with three cartoon characters and a banner below them. The characters are a rabbit, a bear and a chicken who are smiling brightly.
This is Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.
A friendly place for where children of all ages can hang around to watch the series' favorite characters and dine! These characters hold a special place in the hearts of children.
Even on a night like this, this restaurant is too quiet and innocent to be a place for where danger can lurk in the darkness of the shadows.
It would be a real shame if some kind of unexpected event happen to the place right now…
…or at least what was going on INSIDE the restaurant.
Barbara got back to her office, starting her night shift.
The same old thing.
Always the same job, right?
What can possibly go wrong?
Well…that was what she thought when she first got the job.
The first few days were a little…eh…strange.
She got a few phone calls about the place, warning her about the animatronics. They would sometimes wander around the restaurant, but they nearly got close to her. She was told that they mistook her for some kind of 'naked animatronic' that needed a suit.
She was starting to grow a little paranoid. She wasn't sure why the animatronics sound like they were going to try to 'kill' her…maybe that word is too strong. Well, as a way to stuff her in a suit.
But again, the suits were filled with spring locks that could easily snap into her flesh and skin…
She couldn't help but find the animatronics…eh…not that trustable. Sure that they made her smile when she was a child, but growing up, she noticed how creepy they are.
Too bad kids can't say the same thing.
As her shift began, she picked up the tablet and changed to the Main Stage.
There, she could see Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie and Chica, standing still.
"They would be awake by now," Barbara thought grimly.
The screen was suddenly filled with static…when it cleared…
All the animatronics were STARING at the camera, their eyes brightening up.
"Oh boy," groaned Barbara.
The screen glitched again and it showed the now-EMPTY stage.
All the animatronics are coming to get her.
"Oh no," muttered Barbara as sweat began to roll down her face. "Oh no…no…no…"
Using the tablet, she switched to the other parts of the restaurant to find the other animatronics.
Chica in the dining area with her jarring mouth opened.
Foxy still in Pirate Chove.
Freddy in the restrooms with his glowing eyes.
And Bonnie?
Eh…
He was…in the hallway.
When Barbara lowered the tablet, she looked up to see an awful surprise.
Bonnie.
She leapt up and slammed the right door closed.
She pressed the hall lights and saw the rabbit's silhouette.
"Oh please…" she whispered. "Leave me alone…"
CLANG!
Not turning away from the closed door, Barbara picked up the tablet and checked the kitchen.
Typical.
The camera in the kitchen wasn't working (even though the company said that they would fix it soon) and Chica must be there, doing her own damn business.
Barbara looked back at the right door.
She could see Bonnie stiffly walking away.
After 10 seconds, she opened the door.
Bonnie was now in the dining room.
She checked the show stage.
Freddy was already back there.
"What's going on there?" she thought.
She checked Pirate Cove.
The sign was switched with this:
IT'S ME.
Her eyes widened.
She checked the left hallway.
Foxy was running down the hallway.
COMING TO GET HER.
Trying to not scream, Barbara slapped her hand on the door button and the left door slammed shut.
There was a loud 'bang' against the door.
Followed by a set of bangs.
And then, a loud screech on the door.
Obviously from his hook.
He was trying to get in.
Barbara looked back at the tablet to check the power.
80%
The energy was dropping so quickly!
And she didn't even made it through the first hour!
She clenched her teeth and began to shake.
"It's me."
Barbara lifted her head up.
"It's me."
She turned her head, trying to figure out where the noise was coming from.
She looked back at the tablet and checked the backstage…
…to find Freddy STARING DIRECTLY AT HER, INCHES AWAY FROM THE CAMERA.
With what appeared to be empty sockets with tiny, white pupils.
Barbara screamed, nearly dropping the tablet.
She looked back up and then…
…a large yellow Freddy head appeared in her eyes.
"IT'S ME!"
Barbara screamed again, nearly falling out of her chair.
When she picked herself back up, she turned her head to the right.
Chica.
Barbara immediately closed the right door.
She slowly looked back at the left door.
There was no more thudding or scratching.
She checked Pirate Cove.
Foxy was already back behind the curtains.
She sighed in relief.
However, she felt reluctant to open the door.
"Please God…" she whispered to herself. "Please keep me safe."
While the poor Barbara prayed in her office – trapped with both doors locked – Freddy watched from a long distance, his black eyes staring at the door with an emotionless look.
The light that was shining above him flickered.
When they turned back on…he already disappeared.
?'s POV, 4 years ago
OK. I don't know how I am going to start this story. In fact, it was a rough ride for me that I couldn't even remember when it started. It was like I am on top of the world and in the past, I was at rock bottom where everything seemed pointless. However, if all of us have to tell this through a personal level, I will tell you the very thing that started my journey and my motive.
I remember the night where I last saw my parents.
They were telling me that my father's brother was going to look after me while they go look for a new job in Brooklyn. I wished that I could go with them, but I had school and I couldn't afford to miss any classes.
I was rather sad to see them go for a while. I love my mother and father. They mean a lot to me. They mean a lot to my home. My town.
Everybody loves them.
I remember seeing them at the doorstep with bags next to them and a taxi behind them. I was out there to say goodbye to them before they leave, but I was too chocked up to tell them that I will miss them.
"Don't worry, dear," she said as she touched my cheek gently. "Dad and I just have to go on a business trip. We will be back in 2 weeks."
"But you guys are going to America," I said. "That's like an entire world away. A home away."
"I know, but I promise that we will see you soon."
She kissed me on the forehead.
My father came to me and rubbed my shoulder.
"Goodbye, sweetheart," he said with a warm smile. "We will see you soon."
I smiled, trying my best not to cry. "G-Goodbye, Mum. Dad. I love you."
And that was the last thing I wanted to said to them.
I don't know when, but like…a week or 7 days later, it was full of surprises.
It was on the last period of school. I was currently in English, waiting for my essay results. I did a lot of study, research and heart into that assessment since it was the last one for this term. However, I felt intimidated by the other students as I sat in class.
I noticed one group of girls at the other side of the room. They were whispering at each other, looking at me. Those 'pretty' brats must be talking about me since I could hear them saying my name. I could see their stupid smirks on their faces as they applied make-up on their faces.
I didn't realize how long I was staring at them for because by the time I was about to look away, they were up at my face.
"Hey there, slut," said the girl in front.
I didn't dare to make eye contact. "Go screw yourselves. I don't want to talk."
"Why's that? Are you scared, honey? Scared of messing up the assessment?"
I glared at her. "You know that it's none of your business. Nobody needs to compare their results to each other."
The girl leaned towards me. I tried to lean away, but I nearly fell off my seat. When I straightened myself, she was close to my face.
I sighed and reached out my hand to try to push her away. However, the girl slapped it away.
"Don't touch me, loser," she snarled. "I don't touch the losers."
"Alright," I mumbled. "Then why do you come close to so-called 'losers' like me?"
"Look here, missy. Do you ever think that any of us would want you to be here?"
My eyes slightly widened. It was at that moment my voice got caught in my throat. I couldn't speak. Just whenever somebody would say THIS kind of thing to me, I lost my own will to stand up for myself.
"You're one to try everything," continued the girl with a smug, cheesy look. "But you know that you still fall further in every topic. I know that. EVERYBODY knows that. We would always see your teachers giving you looks of disappointment whenever you screw things up."
I winced a little. I tried to raise up a finger to talk, but the girl grabbed my hand and pinned it to the table.
"You know that you can't do anything," she said. "You know that if you did better than your parents, then you wouldn't be a FAILURE in the first place."
Before I could try to say something, the girl said something that I wouldn't forget.
"I bet that your parents flew away because they no longer want to be around you."
The girls began to giggle, not trying to hide the fact that they enjoyed seeing me as a failure. I could only stare at them, becoming more timid and quiet. I tried thinking of a comeback, but there was nothing else for me to say.
Fortunately, they decided to go back to their tables, but not before one of the girls slapped me on the cheek.
"Hope that you get a good score, skank," she sneered.
As I heard them giggling to themselves, I looked around, hoping if anyone saw what happened.
But…nobody bothered to look at me or stood up for me.
I spotted a group of boys staring at me if I was some kind of freak. They began to snicker and whisper to each other.
I frowned, looking down at my own feet.
You see…my parents…were the greatest cops in the world. They were known to be professionals and kept our town safe. They were the talk of the town and on the top of the food chain. They managed stop any criminals who dared to hurt anyone.
Everybody loved them.
But…for me…
…I'm not sure if I'm like them.
I kept messing up when I tried to help others and every time I chose to come out of my comfort zone, I fell flat on my face.
I just wish that I don't have to worry about being talked down by everyone whenever I try to do things I think that are right for me. I wish that I have the courage to impress everyone and show that I am more than what they think I am. I guess that I would always feel like I'm nothing at all since everybody likes to make fun of me.
I don't blame the teachers for not noticing of what I went through at school. It wasn't not their fault. They just didn't have the time to look after all the students.
They didn't need the time to look after a foolish student like me.
"Alright!" called the teacher as she made her way into the classroom. "I will be giving you back the results for your essays. When I call out your name, please come to me and collect it. For the rest of the class, I like you all to continue on the questions for Chapter 5."
The rest of the class was a blur as I waited for my name to be called. As I waited, I watched several of my classmates came towards the teacher to collect their essays. Some of them looked very happy with their scores while some of them appeared jaded as if they didn't care what score they got.
At times like this, I wonder why I was the only one who worried about things while everybody else get to live in carefree happiness.
I was the last one to come forward to the teacher's desk. Everybody else was minding their own business…either doing their work or play some illegal games on their computers. I was glad that nobody was watching me tremble as I walked across the middle of the room.
"Katelyn Sonomi," said the teacher with a kind smile. "Here is your essay."
"T-Thanks," I stuttered as I took the paper.
"I got to say. You did a pretty good job on this one."
"I don't think so, Miss. I would probably get a…"
But, there was…something I didn't expect.
In a huge red pen writing, there was an 'A' score on the top of my sheet.
"…an 'A'?"
The teacher nodded her head. "Yep."
I checked through the essay to make sure I was dreaming. There were multiple ticks on all the paragraphs. Less circles on errors than I expected to see. There were comments on some of the lines I written such as 'GOOD EXPRESSION', 'CLEAR CONTENTION' and 'STRONG POINT'.
I looked around to see if anybody was listening to us before I turned to the teacher.
"You got to be kidding me, are you?" I said nervously.
"I don't kid," said the teacher. "This is one of the best essays I've seen. There are a few spelling and grammar errors here and there, but it looks good enough."
I was still uncertain about getting a high grade. Sure, I was relieved that I didn't get lower than D, but this was probably the first time I got an 'A' in English.
"This must be a trick," I said.
"Why do you think so?" asked the teacher.
"I-I'm sorry. I'm not saying that I'm not grateful. It's just that this…this is very good grade and I never got anything like this before. I suck in this class."
"No you don't. It's just that you have some room of improvement. THIS is a good rise, so believe it."
"Look," I said, shaking my head in disbelief. "I don't need anyone pretending that they are proud of me."
The teacher was clearly taken aback by this. She frowned, looking concerned.
"Look, Katelyn," she said. "Half of the kids didn't put too much effort in their work. Some of them decided that it would be best for them to just randomly guess and don't pull in all the details together. But you put in a lot of effort. I saw you in class every time we worked on this and people would have loved it."
"Whenever I try to do too much," I muttered. "I often let it slip through my fingers."
"You do sometimes, but look here. This is something you should be proud. To me, every paper you write or draw on means something and it creates a link of how far you go. Think of this essay as a huge step in your life."
I stayed silent for a while. For once, someone told me that I did a good job and I should be happy for putting in a lot of effort to get an incredible score. All my worrying thoughts went flying out of the window as I calmed down.
The teacher stood up and rubbed my shoulder. "There's a lot more to you than what you think there is, Miss Sonomi. Don't take things too hard because they can help you in several ways."
I didn't know how to feel about this. I felt like crying, but I didn't want to embarrass myself. Instead, I shook the teacher's hand, albeit shyly.
"Why…eh…thank you, Miss," I said with a grateful smile. "It's…it's not like I care…so…yeah…"
The teacher chuckled. "The best way of being a greater person is believing that you can make things better. Even with help. Heck, you don't really need that many to tell you that."
As soon as class was over, I wanted to tell my uncle about my score. When I arrived back home, he wasn't in front of my house. Normally, he would be outside. He would be either trimming the grass, watering the flowers or…gardening the garden so that he would get to spend more time in the sunlight.
But that day…he wasn't outside.
I entered the house to find my uncle…his head in his hands…weeping.
"Uncle?" I said, coming towards him. "What's wrong?"
He slowly looked at me, his eyes bloodshot and tears rolling down his pale cheeks.
"Uncle?"
He opened his mouth, his voice less than a whisper. "Y-Your mother and father…they…they…"
My smile faded, trying to not accept the fate of what happened to my parents. "W-What? What happened to them?"
My uncle tried to speak, but he could only sob. "Y-Your mother…and…father…they went missing 3 days ago…and…they…weren't found."
My eyes slowly widened. "What?"
"They…they are gone…"
I could only stare at my uncle in shock and disbelief. Seeing my uncle so broken by the news that my parents didn't make it was something I never saw before. To see someone so…unhappy. I wanted to cry, but I was still in denial that my parents are gone. I thought that they would be hiding, but it turned out, they disappeared when trying out their new jobs.
I want to see them again, but…they aren't here.
My home away from my home.
I carried on, trying to figure out what happened to them.
However, that slowly slipped my mind when I had to face other problems.
Trying to get good grades.
Trying to get a job.
Trying to fight back bullies.
There were a lot of things and not many people came around to help me.
I was already used to be lonely and I could do things on my own.
That was…until I moved to Brooklyn for my new job.
For a new life.
And that's where I started my search about what happened to my parents.
My name is Katelyn Sonomi.
And this is our story.
We've waited enough to rest so now, I'm gonna start.
Here we have Katelyn Sonomi; made by Tashasaurous. I first met her when I came across her story 'Sonic and the Werehog'. I was surprised of how she written her Sonic stories so far; with interesting twists, cliffhangers and dark themes along with coming up alternative possibilities for the Sonic games. The choice of making her character one of the main protagonist is because I wanted to make the main character female, nearly like Charlie's role in the FNAF novel series. This character could be voiced by Anne Marie.
AN: Alright! This is just the prologue. I just decide to give a little background to one of our main protagonists of the story. The rest of the chapters will be longer than this one.
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