Nightmare Memories

by GlutenLegacy

It's been almost fourty years since the man, now in his 50's, lost his friends to the murderer. He can't seem to find a job and is struggling with his life, but he sees a job opening.. Security guard at Fazbear's Mall. He knew that his friends were murdered at the pizza, but he needs the money.. so he takes it, unknowingly to the nightmares lurking in the night.

2. Chapter 1 - Opening

Chapter 1: Opening

Bold is animatronic speech

Italics is memory/thought

Underline is hallucination

"Bobby! Come over here!" He yelled out to me. I saw him and smiled, running over to him. "Look!" He exclaimed, pointing to a white fox, with lipstick and very girly. I hopped up and down, yelling and squealing in excitement. "H-h-ello little one! Are you having fun?" She spoke to me. I squealed, "Yes!" I was so happy.. it was the best time of my life. My friends and I ran around Freddy's, meeting and greeting all the animatronics. We stumbled upon a golden animatronic with his back to us. I poked him and said, "Hi! Are you a new animatronic?" He seemed to stumble with his head, but turned around and smiled, greeting us. "Yes! In fact, I have my own secret room where you can come and see some new animatronics! They'd love to see ya!" The man seemed so welcoming and accepting, all six of us squealed in excitement. We were brought into a back room. I couldn't read, but I think it said "Party and Services" This is what I thought, so I got very excited. When we entered the room, I looked around. These weren't new animatronics.. They were old, gross, smelling animatronics. They were ripped up and looked horrible. I tugged the golden bear's fur and asked, "Why are these ones hurt?" He kneeled down and said, "Do you want to know why?" I nodded. He smiled, but I heard the sounds of my friends shrieking as he took out a knife and shoved it into my arm. I screamed for help, but I couldn't. Tears flooded out of my eyes, and I saw the thick, sticky red liquid coming out of my arm. The man laughed and grabbed the knife, ripping it out of my shoulder. I gasped and cried, as I slumped down to the floor. I watched in horror as my friends were grabbed by the throat, one by one, and their necks were sliced. Just as I almost faded into darkness, I saw the door was unlocked. I crawled slowly and made it out of the room.. alive.. The staff crowded me and charged into the room. I was...

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" I jumped up from my bed, hitting my head on the hard wall. I groaned and moaned in pain. I had these nightmares every night.. I was used to them, but each time, it scared me.. Reliving this memory every night for forty years.. it was horrible. I had seen doctors, psychiatrists, everything.. But nothing seemed to work, I still lived the memory. I placed my hand on my left shoulder, feeling the large scar left by the knife. I moaned and got up from bed, grabbing a shirt off my drawer and heading out into the living room. I turned on the TV, then proceeded to the kitchen. As I opened the cupboard, I knew what was going to happen. The doors opened with a squeal, and all I saw was bare shelves.. only a few things to eat. I was poor, barely any money, it was hard to survive but I couldn't find a job. I shut the cupboard as I grabbed a slice of bread and headed to the fridge, buttering it and putting it into the toaster. As I waited for my toast, I opened the outside door. The fresh, morning air blasted my face as I walked outside to the mailbox, grabbing the day's newspaper. I brought it back in, and grabbed my toast, not even bothering to get a plate. I sat down at the table, unrolling the newspaper and scrolling through it while taking large chunks of the toast out, one by one. As I scrolled swiftly through the pages, I couldn't help but accept what I saw a glimpse of. I turned the page back. The article read, "Fazbear's Mall, Security guard hiring: $50 a night, 12:00AM to 6:00AM."

I had to accept it.