Upon reaching his house, Dan bolted the front door shut, feeling his drowsiness make his body frail. He was fearing that upon closing his eyes he would see the horrifying Chica again in his dreams, or worse, end up like Andy.

He ran to the kitchen and turned on the coffee maker, brewing black coffee on the glass pot. He leaned on the counter for support, his vision beginning to darken and blur, eyelids were feeling heavy.

The split second he closed his eyes, there was an image of Chica lunging at him opening its mouth full of sharp metal teeth.

He gasped, waking up from his micro sleep. Fearing for his life, he began slapping himself, "Wake up, Dan." He said swinging harder than the previous until it turned his cheeks red. He then shoved his fist into his mouth and bit hard on them while waiting for the drink to finish, "Come on!" He grunted, feeling his teeth bury into his flesh and cause it to bleed partially.

Even though the pain on his hand stung, he was still feeling sleepy, there was no stoping his eyelids from closing. His breathing hitched, terror clouding in his thoughts, and the image of Fredbear with a bloody mouth flashed.

Then the beep of the coffee maker went off, making him jump.

Dan wasted no time, he snatched the glass pot from the base and poured some of it in his mug then began drinking it. He shrieked right after he drank it all, feeling the boiling coffee burn his tongue and throat.

He rushed to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, his dark brown hair was messed up, eyes were bloodshot with dark eyebags under it showing signs of lacking sleep. His shirt was stained brown, body thin and sickly. He turned on the faucet and gathered water in his cupped hands before splashing it in his face, feeling relief when the cold water made contact with his face.

"Wake up." Dan kept saying to himself, splashing his face again.

After a few more, his nervousness slowly went away as he felt the caffeine taking effect in his system, making him more alert but otherwise calmed. Dan reached for the towel and wiped his face.

In this thoughts were the brutal death of Andy and Eric's horrible accident. "Oh God, I'm so sorry, Andy." He mumbled through the thick towel, wiping away the tears from his eyes.

He removed the towel and was face to face with a towering yellow chicken in the mirror looking directly at him with a glowing red eye.

"Hi Dan." Chica greeted.

Dan's heart missed a beat.

The animatronic punched through the mirror. The glass shattered and out came its sharp metal claws grabbing the teenager's shirt. He screamed, holding on the sink while the monster began to pull him laughing maniacally.

"Come with me, let's party!" It said in a low growl.

"FUCK!" Dan gripped the tiled counter, "Let me go!" The creature reached out its other hand and held onto the teen's shoulder. "LET ME GO!"

Then the animatronic dug its sharp claws into Dan's shoulder, piercing through his flesh.

Dan shrieked louder, head throbbing, fear rising to his throat feeling the excruciating pain in his shoulder as he struggled to break free from its grip. He felt the monster's claws protrude out of his shoulder from behind as warm blood flow out of the open wound. Chica kept yanking and but so did he.

It was a deadly game of tug of war.

He felt his strength grow weaker seeing the creature pull him closer to the mirror. Dan was now leaned forward but still kept his hand firmly gripped on the sink while his other hand desperately reached for the nearby shelf.

His face pressed against the jagged edges of the shattered mirror. He yelled, feeling the shard pierce through his cheek and into his gums.

The creature let out a deep and gurgled cackle.

The teen was in immense pain, he was obviously losing the battle. He cried, still reaching for the shelf, still hoping for something that could save him.

He felt a pair of scissors.

Dan gripped the weapon and plunged it into Chica's arm, passing through the entire limb. The animatronic wailed in agony, releasing him then backed away. The teen forcefully pulled his impaled cheek from the mirror ending up tearing a hole through his flesh.

With the creature disoriented, Dan made a run for it, ignoring the agonizing sensation on his face. He slammed the bathroom door and ran to the living room leaving a trail of his blood. He clutched his cheek and was able to touch his gums through the gash.

Half of his face felt numb, his mouth was partially dangling open and he could taste the blood flowing from the laceration.

"S-Somebody... h-help... m-me!" He mumbled, the large gash impairing his speech. "Somebody please wake me up!"

BANG! It came from the bathroom door. Dan did not look and scrambled to the front door and yanked it open and went through before closing it shut behind him.

He turned around and discovered that he was back inside his house.

"No, no!" He cried and turned back to the door.

It was gone. In front of him was just a solid wall.

"Le-Let m-me out!" He pounded on the wall.

"You can't get away from me, Dan. You're in my world." Chica's sinister voice came from behind him.

His eyes widened and his breathing became shallow, slowly spinning around the spot to look what was behind him. The animatronic was there, standing with its arms spread out ready to strike and its head tilted to one side, observing him like a curious child with its scarlet animatronic eye that shone at him like a flashlight. He was cornered with Chica's towering frame blocking the way.

"Leave me alone." He said, "Please."

"I'm not going to kill you..." The creature said, slowly backing away. "...not yet."

Then the lights began flickering on and off, as the footsteps coming from the kitchen was heard along with the cluttering of plates. Dan's pained gasp echoed about as he made his way to the stairs. The lights finally went out, leaving only the light from outside illuminating the place. He whimpered, pulling himself up the stairs with his bloody hands looking up front and behind for the monster. He cried, both in pain and fear hearing the footsteps from the kitchen get louder.

"Someone please wake me up." He murmured almost reaching the top when he heard footsteps running up the stairs behind him.

Adrenaline pumped into him and he ran up screaming, not daring to look back. He ran to his room and and shut the door tightly.

Dan sobbed, "Please, we didn't mean to do it... we didn't mean to hurt him."

"It's too late, the damages had been done." The voice replied as if it was coming from speakers, "You must pay."

Dan ran up to his bed, grabbed a flashlight on his beside table and switched it on, beaming it at the door where knocks were coming from. He trembled, evidently shown by the shaking beam that slowly moved around the room. Everything fell silent, dead silent. Dan sat beside his bed and gripped his flashlight tightly, his heart pounding faster than before, a lump forming on his throat.

He felt warm breaths brush against his neck.

He immediately turned to his bed and saw a large pink cupcake with red-orange eyes and sharp teeth glaring at him. He screamed as the cupcake lunged at him as it let out an ear-splitting roar.

The teen was able to swat the thing away sending it flying across the room and landing on the corner opposite him. Dan stumbled to his feet and turned the flashlight at the cupcake to see Chica standing there holding it in her hand. He ran away with the creature in pursuit, not daring to look back.

He rushed down the stairs, but stopped halfway when he saw the animatronic standing at the bottom of it. It took a deep breath and slowly stepped up, its hand petting the cupcake on its palm.

"Why are you hiding?" Chica asked, "I'm sick of playing hide and seek. I wanna play a new game."

"Please, go away." He sobbed, reaching the top, "HELP ME! KYLE, HELP ME!"

"How about a game of Hangman?" It came from behind. Dan tried to run but was held back by Chica's arm as the animatronic wrapped an electrical wire tightly around his neck.

"NO!" He struggled to remove the noose.

Kyle reached Dan's house, running up then pounding loudly on the front door, "DAN!" He bellowed, moving to the window just beside it. However, it was barricaded with steel grills.

He peeked through it and saw his friend standing halfway up the stairs with his eyes closed but was looking at some unseen entity, his shirt stained crimson by the blood from his torn cheek and punctured shoulder. He ran around the house and tried the back door, but it was also locked. He checked around the place but every window had steel bars.

Kyle ran back to the front window where he could see his friend and began pounding loudly on the glass, "DAN, WAKE UP!" Kyle shrieked, but it was no use. Dan was still trapped in his nightmare. Then his friend began walking up the stairs, mumbling words.

Desperate, Kyle balled his hand into a fist and punched the glass, shattering the window. He extended his hand inside to reach the locks but it was far from his reach.

"DAN!" He cried.

He couldn't do anything but watch.

Kyle heard his friend scream. All he saw next was Dan hanging lifeless by a noose dangling a few feet in the air.