Chapter 4: Moving Day

Disclaimer: I don't own Five Nights at Freddy's. This chapter is mainly just a filler, so sorry if there's not much detail. In this chapter Josh goes to his new home, finding out new things about his body on the way. Don't forget to review, and enjoy!

The next few days were a little fuzzy. The most terrifying point was when I wandered around the now-empty Diner pondering how my death could lead to this place getting shut down when I encountered the bathrooms. Out of habit I entered the men's, and I stared at the toilets realising I will never be able to "go" again. Then I turned to the mirror and I saw my face for the first time. I seemed to be wearing some sort of a mask. It was white, with black staring eyes with white dots in the middle, which I could only assume were my real eyes. It had a wide black mouth which looked like I was screaming, and it had tear marks which, for some reason, were purple. I did a double-take, and I tried to get the mask off, but when my claws met the point where the white turned into the black (of my head) it seemed to be glued to my skin, so I realised that I was eternally stuck under a scary mask while never seeing my real face. Yay for me(!)

Another terrifying point was when I was pondering why the builder and Mr Fazzy couldn't see me. I was sitting in the box when a thought came to me. I was dead. I am a phantom. In the ghost stories that mum told me, the humans couldn't see the ghost. I was a ghost. I was very depressed after I figured that out.

Then the moving day came. I was excited and I wanted to explore my new home, so when I heard the moving men enter the building, I eagerly clambered into the present and waited. I heard the men moving the stuff around me outside until finally they got to my present. They opened the lid.

"Hey, I wonder what was inside this?" One said.

"Suppose we'll never find out," the other said.

They then lifted me outside the building and into a massive van. This was when I took my chance to look at my old home for the last time, then they closed the van.

A few minutes later we were moving. I was so excited! I wondered what the new location would be like. Maybe there would be fancy rugs, silk curtains, polished floors.. I was lost in my thoughts when we stopped. The men opened the van and picked me up first, as I was closest. I then took my first look at the new location.

It looked the same but bigger. I was a little disappointed, but I was still optimistic as I was carried in. When they set me down, I floated out and came face to face with the new animatronics. Fredbear was there, only he's now a browny-orangey colour, and the name plate next to him is "Freddy Fazbear". It's a strange name, and much less easier to say than Fredbear, but I move on. Bonnie is there (with the same name, thank goodness) only he's now blue, which is strange. There is also two brand new animatronics, one is a yellow chicken holding a cupcake, the name tag says Chica, and a red fox which looks like he may be a pirate. Actually, I think, the eye patch gives it away. The name tag says Foxy. The animatronics are deactivated at the moment, but I think the kids will like them. Suddenly, I hear the moving men mention Fredbear.

"Where did Mr Fazzy say to put Fredbear and Bonnie?"

"He mentioned a place called The Safe Room. Apparently it's built into the design of the building, but no one knows about it!"

"Interesting. But how do we get there?"

"I've got some instructions here..."

They then moved out of earshot. I was interested. A safe room? I glided after them, but when I reached the backstage area, they were gone. Suddenly, I heard Mr Fazzy's voice.

"No, no, no, NO!"

I glided back through the corridors to find Mr Fazzy staring at the animatronics in horror.

"What's wrong sir?" One of the moving men asked.

"What's wrong?!" He repeated. "I asked for kid friendly animatronics. These are not kid friendly! They look too scary!"

"We'll ask our boss to re-design them," the moving men said. Mr Fazzy breathed.

"Yes, ok, that will be fine." He said. The moving men were just on the way out when:

"Oh, it'll take about two months."

"TWO MONTHS?"