DISCLAIMER: I do not own Five Nights at Freddy's or any of its characters. Nope. All credit goes to the man called Scott Cawthon.


BECOMING FREDDY

Chapter 4- The Awakening, Part II

It was all like a dream. The party, the presents, the performance and games. His birthday party at Freddy Fazbear's was so fun that Ryan began dreaming that he'd become the giant bear himself. Now this was a cool dream. Ryan was expecting his alarm to go off at any moment to wake him up for school and ruin this experience.

But it didn't.

Since he did not yet have to wake, Ryan decided to have a little fun playing as Freddy. He could see that he was on stage; maybe he could do an awesome performance with Bonnie and Chica. Ryan glanced from side to side to see the two characters, but was somewhat scared to find his movements slow and mechanical. If this was a dream, he should have been able to move however he wanted, right? Ryan had flown in his dreams before. He'd been in the deepest, darkest ocean, too. Being Freddy was different and, quite frankly, it frightened him.

Just when Ryan didn't think it could get any worse, a white face with piercing, unwavering and glowing eyes appeared before him. He wanted to run but found himself unable to move. His dream had become a nightmare and Ryan wanted to wake up from it.

He couldn't wake up, no matter how hard he tried. Ryan tried to look away from the thing staring back at him but it followed every turn of its head. Even though he considered himself a "big kid," Ryan desperately tried to call out for his parents, but found himself unable to.

"It's just me," the thing said, though Ryan did not see it speak. "Don't be scared."

Upon closer inspection, Ryan recognized the thing as the puppet; he remembered seeing it at his birthday party when he was in the prize corner. It didn't talk at all yesterday, though.

"My name's Matthew," the puppet continued. "What's your name?"

"Ryan," he replied, very surprised to find that his voice sounded just like Freddy's.

"I'm glad you're up,"

"I'm not up," Ryan corrected. "This is all a dream."

"No; you're just like me now," Matthew said.

"Just like you?"

"Do you remember what happened?"

Ryan shook his head, Freddy's gears whirring as he did so.

"The purple man hurt you," Matthew explained. "He hurt me too. The bad guy put on a costume and pretended to be like us, but he's not. He put you in my box, but I wanted to help you, so I put you in that costume. I saw your Freddy mask earlier, so I thought you'd like it."

"What do you mean you put me in here?" Ryan questioned, very perplexed. "How do I get out?"

"Your body was all broken, silly," Matthew giggled. "I got you a new one so we can play together now."