Another nightmare chapter with ch 8 being Night 4. Again thanks so much to everyone who has followed/favorited this story or myself. It means a lot!

Chapter 7 -

I was walking down the hallway of the W. Hall Corner in the Pizzeria and it was the one where the Freddy poster was on the wall. As I walked closer to the poster, I noticed that it was different.

It was no longer the Freddy Fazbear poster but instead looked like that Golden Freddy costume that was in the security room with me earlier this past night.

But I suddenly remembered that it had changed before that…thing showed up. Why does it keep changing and what and who exactly is that Golden Freddy?

"Why are you different?" I asked myself placing a hand on it.

When my fingers touched it, I heard a really deep laugh. Hell, it was deeper then Freddy's. The laugh sounded like it was coming from the other side of the wall too.

"It's me…" A voice. A KID'S voice called out.

"Excuse me?" I asked the poster.

I titled my head slightly at it. Had I finally gone insane and was now hearing this POSTER talk to me?

"It's me…Timmy." The voice replied.

"Timmy…" I repeated back.

Where did I…that's right!

"Timmy." I said again recognizing the name. "That little 5 year old kid."

"That's…right…" He was now starting to sound like a disembodied voice.

"What is it, Timmy?" I asked.

"Wanna…talk to…you…" Timmy replied.

"About what?" I asked as I glanced behind my shoulder to see if any animatronics were coming.

"You're…safe…with me." Can I believe that?

"Can I believe you?" I asked him as I turned back to the poster.

"Yes…" Timmy said starting to sound quiet.

"Hey! If…if you need my energy to keep talking to me. Then go ahead and take some." I said knowing he was starting to fade away and fast.

"Thank…you…" Timmy said starting to sound louder again.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" I asked feeling a little weak after he took some of my energy.

"About the others." Timmy replied.

"You mean the animatronics?" I asked him.

"Yeah!" He said. "Rip the poster down and you'll find a door!"

After a second of contemplating on whether or not I'll do what he said, I decided to do it anyway. So I tore down the poster and just as Timmy had said, there was a door there.

"What the…" I was dumfounded as to why there was a door here and behind that poster.

I slowly put my hand on the doorknob, and turned it. Surprised at how it was unlocked. Then I opened the door and saw it was leading to stairs that went down into the basement.

After glancing behind me again, I gradually made my way down the steps.

"Timmy?" I whispered as I reached the bottom.

"Over here." He called from the corner of the basement.

I walked on over to that area when I heard his voice. Unsure of where he was at, I kneeled down, hoping I was in front of him.

"So what about the animatronics?" I asked.

"They're good…except my brother." Timmy said the last part sadly.

"Who is your brother?" I asked him.

"Freddy." Timmy replied.

"And the other three animatronics are good?" I asked.

"Yeah." Timmy said. "They won't hurt you…but…"

"…But your brother will." I finished for him.

"Yeah…"

"Why?" I questioned.

"Angry." Is all that Timmy said.

"About you guys getting murdered?" I figured that was the answer.

"Yeah." Timmy answered.

"I don't blame him to be honest. But why is he hurting innocent people?"

"Game…bad game. Others don't like it. Neither do I." Timmy replied.

I suddenly felt myself getting weak again all of a sudden. He must've took some of my energy again.

"This is all just a game to him?" I asked quite surprised at that answer.

"Yeah he liked playing games…before…." Timmy said.

"Why aren't you able to move like the others?" I asked changing the subject cause I was feeling sadness overwhelm me. Like how Timmy was probably feeling right now.

"Too weak." Timmy replied.

"You being the youngest and smallest doesn't make you the weakest. They're around people all day which probably gives them a lot of energy. Meanwhile, you're behind that poster." I replied trying to make him a little bit happier since I felt sadder.

I might hate kids but seeing them depressed isn't fun…or hearing them being depressed and feeling what their feeling in this case.

"But…Foxy isn't." He calls them by their animatronic body?

"He might be out of order but he can still hear people and are close to them like if he was still doing shows." I said.

"Really?" Timmy asked sounding like he was surprised now.

"Yeah." I gave a small smile to him, if he was in front of me that is.

Silence came between us before I spoke again.

"Where are your bodies?" I asked. "Are they in the animatronics and that's why you guys are possessing them?"

"Yeah." Timmy said then let out a scared yelp.

"Timmy? You okay?" I asked as I heard footsteps behind me.

Turning and looking up, I saw glowing eyes look down on me.

"You're dead." Freddy said glaring down at me,

"Uh oh." I stared back up at him.

I jumped back as he reached down, and crawled backwards until my back hit the wall behind me.

"There's nowhere you can run." Freddy said then held his paw in a fist up.

Quickly, I brought my arms up to protect my face, but that wasn't enough for the amount of energy and strength the bear had against me…

Last thing I remember is his paw meeting my cheek.

"What the Hell!?" I jumped awake and fell off the bed. "Oomf! …Good thing I'm on the bottom bunk…"

I then pushed myself up to my feet.

Looking around the dorm, I saw I was alone and the clock read 11:30. I decided to get changed since I had a class in a few hours.

These dreams are getting crazier and crazier every night. Though now I know they are telling me what is actually going on and even if Freddy wants me dead, maybe I should trust the others.

"No…" I shook my head. "I don't want to take any chances."

After changing and washing up, I sat down and played some video games for a while. Might as well pass time.

But at the same time that conversation with Timmy sounded like it had actually happened. Like it was real.

There's no way it was though. Cause that never happened.

"Urg…" I groaned putting my face in my hands. "What am I going to do…? I have two more days and then I can have my paycheck."

Two VERY long days.