DISCLAIMER: I do not own Five Nights at Freddy's or any of its characters.
BECOMING FREDDY
Chapter 2- The Awakening, Part I
Matthew felt...strange. He was unable to find the words to describe how he felt and it wasn't solely due to his limited vocabulary. It was nothing Matthew had ever experienced before in his six years of life. Then again, six years wasn't really that long to begin with.
Matthew opened his eyes, but he found he could not see; everything was pitch black. Not only was it dark, but it was very tight wherever he was, making it somewhat difficult to maneuver, and stiflingly warm too. Matthew tried to move his arms to feel around in the darkness. They felt like jello; they didn't seem like his arms. Matthew eventually got enough control over those phantom arms to reach upward. The long, skinny fingers on the hands came into contact with something solid. Matthew gave a slight push to the object and found that it was movable. With a strong shove, Matthew succeeded in hoisting the obstruction up and off, hearing it land with a thud on the ground nearby.
Removing the object overhead helped, but the room was still dark. Some light filtering in from the window on the opposite side of the room-though it was only from a lit streetlight outside in the parking lot since it was night-illuminated the surrounding area enough to allow Matthew to see somewhat. However, looking around only served to confuse him more.
He was in a box, a white box with a painted on red ribbon that very closely resembled a giant gift box. Matthew attempted to stand to try and climb out of the box but found his legs just as wobbly and foreign as his arms. He managed to steady himself enough to stand, which only brought another "big" surprise. Matthew was at least three times taller. If he hadn't been frightened before, he certainly was now.
Matthew looked down at his legs and feet and was instantly stunned. His jean shorts and dirt laden sneakers had been replaced by lengthy black and white stripes. On the verge of tears, Matthew turned his attention to his arms and hands. They were the same as his legs, stripes of white and black.
Matthew's panic had now evolved into full blown terror. He tried to get out of the box but, still unsteady on his new legs, ended up falling over the edge onto the floor. Matthew tumbled forward and collided with a large glass display case, the impact causing a tinking sound to reverberate throughout the otherwise silent room.
Shaking his head to reorient himself, Matthew got onto his hands and knees to attempt to get off the floor. In doing so, Matthew caught a glimpse of his reflection in the glass display case. His face was pure white, like freshly fallen snow. His eyes were like two black holes, empty and barren, save for two white pupils. Below each eye was a streak of purple that ran down to a mouth designed to be etched into a permanent smile, the purple paint resembling trail of tears. It was not the face Matthew expected to see staring back at him; it was the face of the puppet.
Matthew tried to scream, but no sound came out. That did nothing to help the situation, as it only served to frighten and infuriate him even more. Was this a terrible nightmare?
Matthew shook his head vehemently in an attempt to wake up. When that didn't work, he gripped his arm with his other hand and pinched himself. Again, no such luck. Upon this realization that he was not dreaming, Matthew gave up trying to stand and just fell back into a sitting position on the floor. He stared at his new reflection in the display case.
Matthew sat there in a daze as he tried to figure out what happened. His memories were hazy and he could only catch glimpses of things that transpired. A playground; Matthew remembered a playground. It was the playground near his house that he always visited.
He had been playing on the swings, alone. None of his friends were around to play with him, so Matthew felt very lonely. There were kids across the street, at that place. Freddy's. Matthew looked around the room. There were pictures and toys of the same bear he saw giving cake to the children earlier. That must have been Freddy and this place, Freddy Fazbear's.
But how did he get inside? Matthew hadn't been invited to the party, so why was he here? He continued his recollections, thinking deeply as to what occurred after that. There was a man...he had a purple shirt. He said he was a security guard at Freddy's...he said something about a puppet...
A puppet? The man said he was going to take Matthew to go and see the puppet. They went inside, through a back door, and went through the building to this very room. Matthew remembered the purple guy doing something in the corner of the room before activating the puppet. Matthew glanced over to the corner where the purple guy had been and tried to discern what the man had been up to. There were some streamers and balloons in the corner, along with a red blinking light. A camera.
Purple guy must have deactivated the camera. But why? Was the puppet a secret? If it was, why did he show Matthew? If it wasn't, why did purple guy turn off the camera? Okay, so purple guy deactivated the camera, then what? Matthew was having great difficulty in recalling what occurred next; it was a blur. Purple guy hit some buttons and Matthew saw the puppet slowly rise from the red and white gift box.
Matthew was captivated as he watched the black and white figure ascend from the box at a dramatically slow pace. The puppet was pulled up to nearly to the ceiling and Matthew watched the entire time. At least, he watched until he couldn't breathe. The fear and panic began to well up in him again as he remembered not being able to breathe. There was something around his neck, constricting his airway.
Matthew fought to get away, but whatever-or whoever-had him was too big and strong. His eyesight became spotty and dim until it eventually faded completely. The next thing Matthew remembered was waking up in the gift box as the puppet. Was he...a ghost?
Matthew wanted desperately to cry. If he was a ghost, then that meant he was dead. Now he was truly alone.
With a sigh (an internal one), Matthew got up, using the display case to steady himself. As he did so, Matthew knocked a Freddy plush sitting on top of the case over and it suddenly began to play music. Matthew paused and listed to the song it sounded like a lullaby his parents would sing to him at night.
Matthew grabbed the Freddy plush off the counter and held it to himself, enveloping it in a giant bear hug. If Freddy could play this song, Matthew wondered what else he could do. Perhaps Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy could be his friends and take care of him so that he would never be alone again.
