A FNAF Reality
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Chapter 2: Memories
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I woke up at around eight thirty when I heard my sister get up and head to the bathroom. I roused myself out of bed as well and waited for her outside the white door. My arms ached and my back was sore. I ignored the small throbs of pain and stayed quiet. When my sister was done, she opened the door and jolted at my sudden presence. "Jeez!"
I couldn't help but to chuckle. She punched me in the shoulder, adding to the pain. I winced and rubbed my arm. When the pain subsided, I stared down at my sister as she began to snap at me for scaring her. She was seventeen years old, and was a couple inches shorter than me. She was an opposite version of me. She had long dirty blonde hair, whereas for me, I had short dark brown hair. She had icy blue eyes; and I had one blue eye and one green eye hidden behind a pair of rectangular glasses. Whenever I got upset, my eyes would both turn a bright green.
"Morning, Shy." I said smiling. Shy grumbled and tried to get past me, but then noticed I wasn't leaving. "What do you want?" she asked, taking step back away from me. Obviously she wasn't a morning person. Her pajamas were a storm grey with little bright yellow pikachus all over. Mine was just a pair of black sweat pants and a blue crew neck sweater.
"How did you find out about Scott Cawthon creating a real Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria?" I asked her. My sister stared at me for a second. "The internet," she said as if it was obvious. I gave her a look. "Be more specific." Shy rolled her eyes. "I saw a video on Youtube about it. I watched it and told Eddie that we should surprise you with it."
I nodded. "Hm. Ok," I said. Silently, we both sauntered into the kitchen. Turning on the light, I stopped at the fridge and pulled out the carton of milk. I closed the fridge door and reached above to one of the wooden cabinets and pulled out a box of cereal. I prepared my cereal, then sat down at the counter.
While I ate, Shy prepared herself some oatmeal. When she was done, she sat down across from me and began to eat. Both of our parents had already left for work so it was just us two in the house. "So...aren't you excited then?" Shy finally asked. I looked up from my empty bowl. "About what?" Shy reminded me about the pizzeria. I nodded. "Yeah. I am. Well...I guess maybe sixty- five percent excited," I averaged out. Shy nodded.
"Hm. I just thought you would be going fangirl crazy. Ever since I showed you the Markiplier videos of him playing Five Nights at Freddy's, you wouldn't shut up about it." I glared at her but then looked down at my spoon in my hand. She wasn't wrong. I did get a little obsessive. I loved the creepy lore, and watching animations, reading theories and fanfiction, and collecting the little toys of the animatronics. Five Nights at Freddy's was so amazing.
It helped me through my depression I was going through at the time. It was an escape from reality. An escape from the dark memories: When I found out that my ex had been cheating on me. Months after, my pet had been attacked by a coyote that jumped the fence late at night. On top of all that, I was having a hard time trying to find a job.
Five Nights at Freddy's was an escape from the real, horrible events that had happened to me. Being able to go onto the internet and meet people who were into FNAF like I was, laughing at Markiplier's FNAF playthroughs and feeling more welcomed and connected into the community. It was a wonderful time.
Almost a year later my life had finally began to get better. I found a place to work for a while, met Eds, and got a new pet.
I finally shrugged as I got up and walked to the kitchen sink and placed my empty bowl into it. "I think I just need to go there and really experience it," I told her. Shy was quiet as she ate her warm oatmeal. I knew, even though she was quiet, she was also curious to know what the pizzeria would be like. Hopefully the animatronics would look just like from the game. My concern for it would be the huge crowds of fans.
With that, I silently left and walked back down the hallway to my room. I looked over to my dresser and saw that the light from my phone was blinking green. I walked over to it and pressed the button. Two new messages waited for me from Eddie; both sent at different times:
Morning, sweetie :)
Hey, Ren. Can I come over?
I smiled down at the texts and began to text him back.
Morning Eds. Yeah you can come over.
I placed my phone down and began to get dressed. I pulled out my black and white striped Beetlejuice-style pants and pulled them on. Then I walked over to my cluttered wooden dresser and pulled open the top drawer. The top drawer had a couple neatly folded tight black shirts. I took out the one with the Marionette's face on the front. Since we were talking about Five Nights At Freddy's, I felt it best to express it. I slipped it on as I began to mutter the lyrics from Living Tombstone's Five Night's at Freddy's song. My singing was interrupted when I heard my phone vibrate again. I picked it up and looked down at it.
Ok I'll be there in a couple minutes. Eds wrote.
Eds lived about twenty minutes away from where I lived, so it gave me enough time to brush my teeth, make my bed, and put on my shoes. When I was done, I told my sister that Eds was coming over. She groaned and left the table. I shook my head. I knew deep down she did like Eddie; more than she liked my ex. Eddie and Shy at least had more things in common. Usually when Eds came over, they would always play video games together. I usually just sat and watched. I sometimes played, but wasn't as good as them and got my virtual ass handed to me.
My sister left to her room to get dressed.
At ten, Eds arrived at my house and rang the doorbell. Our small, black and white cocker spaniel, Sheeba, jumped off the living room couch and came sprinting to the front door, barking loudly. I shushed her as I walked around her to the door. I opened it and found Eddie smiling and standing at the porch.
"Hi," he said as he came in. Eddie was a couple inches taller then me. Around five feet, seven inches. He was twenty four years old. He had tan skin and short black hair. His eyes were big and dark brown behind a pair of thick nerdy glasses. Eddie wore his usual attire: An extra large video game related shirt under a big black hoodie, zipped up halfway, and a pair of baggy blue jeans. Most of the time he wore black shoes; but on lazy days, such as today, he would just wear his red flip flops.
Eddie wrapped his arms around me and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "How are you doing this fine morning?" he asked, grinning. I smiled and hugged him back. "Good," I responded. With that, we retreated to the living room, with my dog at Eddie's heels, sniffing.
We both sat down on the couch. My dog jumped up onto the other couch and laid down. Eddie placed an arm around my shoulders as I turned on the TV. "So, you excited about the Freddy pizzeria?" he asked. I nodded, giving him a smile. "Yeah, I really am," I said. Eddie raised an eyebrow. "I thought you would be more excited than that." I nodded and told him how that excited feeling wasn't as strong as it used to be when I was younger. Eddie smirked and kissed my forehead again. "It must be because you are going up...you are getting old!" he said in his funny old man's voice and tickled me. I squirmed and laughed on the couch.
Finally he stopped and laughed as well. "Maybe you just need to see it for yourself," he said. Just then, Shy came out of hiding. She wore a tight pair of black pants, and a pair of black and white Vans knock offs. She also wore a dark charcoal grey t-shirt with Sword Kirby on it.
Eds offered to play Super Smash Bros with her. She agreed and they both went up to the tv and began to set it up. I sat on the couch and began to look up more information about the new FNAF pizzeria on my phone. I saw pictures of the building in construction, videos with the FNAF theorists talking about it, and lots of excited comments from FNAF fans wanting to go or wishing that they could go but are unable to because they live in a different country.
My eyes widened when I found out that the pizzeria was only a half an hour away from my house. If we left at a certain time and went on the freeway, we would be able to beat the traffic and the possible crowds. Suddenly the idea of it was starting to slowly grow on me. My thoughts were interrupted when Eddie and Shy both sat down with the controllers in their hands and began to play.
Shy and Eds sat on either side of me and stared at the screen as they battled each other. The sounds of their thumbs hitting the buttons mixed with the epic battle music and the cries of their chosen Nintendo characters battling in one of the realms.
After a while of watching Eddie beat my sister one battle after the other, I finally decided to ask them both how they felt about Scott Cawthon making the FNAF pizzeria near where we lived.
"I truthfully don't like the idea of a real Five Nights At Freddy's pizzeria. The lore was interesting, but I just don't think the world needs the pizzeria when we already have Chuck E. Cheeses..." Eds pointed out as he made his warrior character do a front flip and slash his huge broad sword at Shi's chibi like cartoon character. Shy's character dodged the attack and tried attacking Eddie's character. "Yeah. I liked Chuck E. Cheeses," she added. Eddie agreed. "The pizza was good, and the games were ok."
I shrugged. "It was ok I guess."
Ironically. I didn't like Chuck E. Cheeses when I was little. The loud noises, the attention, the lights. It was nerve racking. I guess that was where I started to not like my birthday. At Chuck E Cheeses, they made you the center of attention. Strangers who worked at the place made you wear the colorful cardboard crown, made you sit at the end of the table closest to the stage, and worst of all...they made the creepy animatronics sing Happy Birthday to you.
I must have been one of the few kids who actually didn't like the Chuck E. Cheese animatronics and noticed how unreal they moved; especially their bulging eyes and gapping mouths. The worst was when "Chuck E." came out and hugged all of the kids. I stayed in my seat and avoided him like the plague. I knew that there was a man in the suit...which made me wonder: What if Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria was around when I was little instead of Chuck E Cheeses? Would have I reacted the same? Most likely, but I'm sure in one way or another the experience would have been slightly different. FNAF's animatronics were all animals, whereas for Chuck E Cheeses, their animatronics had an Italian pizza man, and a creepy purple monster thing.
"I was excited for you when I saw that there was going to be a real pizzeria so we could go for your birthday," Shy said, interrupting my memories. I smiled. "Aw, thanks Shy," I told her. Eddie and Shy didn't say anything else for a while as they finished up their battle. Eddie won.
After the battle, Shy suddenly jumped when she remembered something, starting me and Eds. "Oh! I almost forgot!" Shy said as she turned to us. "There's a contest. If you win, you get to spend the whole day at the pizzeria. You even get to dress up and pretend to be the night guard and stay in the office till six am...just like in the games!" she said. Eddie and I exchanged glances.
"What?" Eds asked.
My eyes widened in shock. A contest? Get to spend the night? An excited feeling began to rise inside of me. "Really? Will the animatronics get to move around too?" I asked my sister excitedly, getting up from my spot. Eddie gently grabbed my arm and pulled me back down. "Calm down, Ren," he told me, but the corners of his mouth turned upward into a smirk. My sister shrugged. "I don't think so. They might have some people dressed up as the animals, but I don't think Scott is rich enough to make the animatronics move through the rooms like in the games."
Eddie snickered and nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Even if he could, that would be both awesome and terrifying. Would he also have dead children stuffed inside them?" he asked jokingly and laughed. I began to laugh as well, but then began to wonder what Eddie just said. Gradually, the idea left my mind. It was ridiculous to even think that Scott would go that far as to make his FNAF pizzeria that realistic. I was curious how they would pull it off, but I guess I had to wait till my birthday...
"So how do we participate?" I asked Shy. Shy placed down her controller and left the room. Minutes later she came back with her laptop. She sat down and opened it up, typed in the password and showed us the place on Scott Cawthon's website the details about the contest.
The first rules were easy since I was already at least eighteen years of age and lived in the United States. The other rules were a bit unusual. Next came the questions. Thankfully there were only ten. It mostly consisted of my name, address, phone number, and my date of birth. Shy gave me her laptop and I began to fill it out. The last question made me feel a bit uneasy:
Do you think you can survive? Yes or No?
Why did they add that in?
"Heck yeah!" Eddie said. I smiled and clicked yes. I pressed the submit button and watched my answered questions disappear. Eddie and Shy patted my back and smiled happily. "Now I have a one out of a bajillion chance of winning," I said with a small smile on my face. Eddie shrugged. "You might. You have one chance you might win." I smiled at him then stared back at the dark screen of Scott Cawthon's website. The dripping bloody letters were bright against the black background...
