I'm in a doctor's waiting room. I hear my name called and follow the nurse down the hall. We stop briefly for weight and height, then go into an exam room. The nurse takes my blood pressure, then leaves.

Eventually, the doctor comes in. But it's not a doctor, it's four. Chica, Foxy, Bonnie, Freddy. Wearing white doctor's robes that don't fit them very well. The room seems to expand to accommodate all four of them. I begin to feel very vulnerable in my thin robe…

I tense, shift a little, then get off the exam table and press myself against the far wall.

"You do recognize us, then," Freddy says conversationally. "Good. Now, we are here specifically to torment you, but this is your dream. So, for the purposes of this nightmare, we are also your doctors. You have to do what we say, or else. Come back to the exam table and sit like you were. Or else."

Or else all bets are off on their behavior, and they'll just attack me, I think. Or drag me there by force and pin me to the exam table. I have to fight every instinct to get closer to them, but I know I'm only avoiding unnecessary pain.

I cautiously sit as instructed, still tense. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Your nightmare, sweetie. Whatever you most don't want us to do. Think about it – what's the worst that could happen? There you go. Now you'd better stop thinking about it -it'll only make it worse. We'll start slow and easy and go from there, just like we do at home. How does that sound?"

Freddy smiles with his toothy mouth. "Welcome to Fazbear's Hospital, Night One."

Night One

"Relax, girl. You know what night one's like. Easy. It'll be a breeze. As long as you don't struggle, we won't hurt you, tonight at least. In fact, tonight won't be that different from what you expected when you found yourself here. You can even keep your underwear on. Take slow, deep breaths."

Bonnie approaches, already wearing a stethoscope. This being the first time one of them has been close enough to touch me (and obviously he means to), I screw my eyes shut. I just focus on the breathing, and the feeling of cold on my chest. Like so many times before. But then I imagine Bonnie listening to my breathing and heartbeat…and think of all the songs that talk about how they tend to react to heartbeats…

"Careful, girl." Freddy says. "We can feel that. Every time you let your imagination get the better of you. You'll think, in the coming days, that it can't get any worse, but then you'll immediately start thinking of ways it could be worse, and if you haven't already thought of them, they just get added to the list."

Then the cold metal circle is gone, and a cold metal hand clenches my head, holding it still. I feel heat on either side of my head and cautiously open my eyes to confirm that two of them are inspecting each ear, Bonnie on my left and Chica on my right. Suddenly a flash catches my attention and almost blinds me. I close my eyes again.

"Actually, could you open one eye? That's just Foxy with a flashlight. He only needs a few seconds for each."

Around the red tint of the inside of my eye and the brightness, I try to ignore the red of Foxy's face, and his dull dead eyes. I shut them again as soon as I can and begin to shiver a little.

The hand on my head lets go. "My turn," Freddy says, and I can hear them shifting around me to let Freddy approach. I open my eyes briefly, and see he has another flashlight and a tongue depressor. "I want to see the back of that throat clearly. You could say it's 5 AM, you know. Now, make like us and open WIDE and say ah."

I stretch my mouth and hum the way I'm expected to, still screwing my eyes closed and wrinkling my nose somewhat too. They smell. I think about really making like them and trying to bite Freddy's hand. I freeze mentally at that, waiting to see if he says anything. He doesn't. Perhaps it really is about fears I have, not thoughts related to them. I discard the idea. It would be no fun biting metal, and what would the chance be that he bites back?

"What's that? Bites back? Did you just think of biting me? That almost makes me proud. But I'm done here. Another time, perhaps. Didn't I tell you night one would be easy? Don't underestimate the potential of the other four, though. See you."

Drat, he heard the end of that and figured out the whole thought from the last two words! The only part I was fearful. So, the only way to keep my thoughts my own is to not allow myself to fear. Easier said than done, though…I open my eyes again in time to see them filing out with metallic clumps.

I'm alone again. With the implacable logic of dreams, I know I should dress again, go out the way I came through the waiting room and beyond. As soon as I pass the waiting room exit door, it all fades to black, with a few faint chuckles and a soft "Until next time…"

Notes: Yes, another doctor themed story. And I guess another "dream" story too. I don't know why I'm like this, I just am. In this and in other stories, the original versions are a little more detailed on the gross parts, but I'm too embarrassed to post them like that. I also have a number of Portal stories with the same kind of thing, though the exams in those are a little repetitive and mostly only the character and the surrounding bits change. But all of those are a little intense, and I'm not sure if I'll post any of them. I got more Portal story ideas I want to write still that don't involve that, so yeah, hopefully will have more of those to post at some point.