"I SWEAR, IF I WASN'T SO POWERLESS, I WOULD KILL YOU, FOX!"
"You're acting like it's my fault! I just work here!"
"YOU DON'T HAVE THE T-SHIRT SO IT'S NOT A VALID EXCUSE!"
"I have a hat!"
"Doesn't count, Foxeh!"
There was banging on the door.
"GO AWAY, FOXY!"
"Hey!"
"Not you!"
You're probably wondering how I got in this situation. Watching a window vigorously and spamming a button, and coupled with a guy I'd known for two or more years but never physically met.
Well, I can tell you.
It all began when I made my way to the extremely unnerving building at the other side of the road. Its sign was the definition of terrifying, vulgar, and most despicable of all, demonic...
Animals had never looked so terrifying in cartoon form.
Well, perhaps I over exaggerated... They were bright and cheerful pictures... and... I didn't trust them.
Especially the sign below, that would become relevant soon enough.
I glanced over my shoulder, frowning slightly. My gaze focused on a scene far away. Darky and Sonic were fighting Vertex... or whatever those things were... They looked so... inhuman... I didn't know how to describe them. I inwardly hoped everything would be alright... but in the back of my mind, I didn't doubt any of them...
I stopped in front of the door, and then knocked gently.
"Knowing creepy horror movies, the door opens on its own..."
I stood there expectantly.
For five minutes.
I then came to the conclusion this door wasn't going to pull that cliche, and sighed under my breath.
"...well, I guess this time's different..."
I looked around, biting my lip. It was then that I realised... This building was still standing too!
Why...? This building didn't even deserve to stay standing...
My home didn't either...
"There must be something significant about these buildings..." I frowned. "But what...?"
I looked at the cracked concrete in the ground.
"I have to figure this out... which means I have to go in, and..." My face paled. "God, I hated this virtually... But I won't be scared! ... Unless there's Deathclaws. Then I would be seriously scared."
I chuckled nervously.
"Anyways, I'ma' stop talking... Need plot progression..."
I looked around, then noticed something.
There was a vent; its lid had been ripped off.
"I could get in that way..."
I looked down at my scarf, and then tucked it into into my shirt, along with my lanyard; it wouldn't make noise and obstruct me then...
Though my trainers...
They made squeaky noises whenever I slid them against something. That may have been an issue, but I wasn't going to head into a dilapidated building without shoes...
I looked at the vent, then furrowed my brow determinedly.
"I may never come back... I may ultimately be eviscerated unpleasantly-how does one even go that way pleasantly? Eh... But I have to try..."
I clambered into the vent, and immediately regretted it as it made a massive 'THUNK-THUNK-THUNK!'
"Crap...!" I cursed, jumping at the very noise I was making. I fell down on my stomach. "...ughhh... Stupid mentality... Solaris, have mercy on my soul... even if Mephiles is apart of you..."
Shuffling to pull myself into a crawl, and just barely, I dragged myself through the metal tunnel, as quietly as I could.
I just needed to find a way into the office...
There seemed to be a lot of exits, though...
But the very layout didn't look like the exits for THAT kind of thing... So maybe I was okay...
I didn't want to cross paths with another 'trader' in this wasteland...
After crawling for a full ten minutes, almost close to sneezing from the dust bunnies, I came across an exit that overlooked a square room. I squinted at it, then bit my lip.
Wrong room. I'd be jumping out of the pan and into the fire...
I moved to crawl over it, carefully, but a noise, a single, long noise, went out of it's unselfish way to troll me.
"AHHHHHhhhhhHHHHHH...!"
I yelped, then covered my mouth with one hand, gripping a vent slab's edge with the other.
I heard a massive 'THUNK'... which meant, the lid was on the floor, and my legs? Dangling out of the opening.
I was dangling. I was dangling over a room. I was dangling over the stage. A room where THEY would be active.
"No, no, no...!" I whimpered quietly, cursing physics with passion.
'I don't want to experience this first hand!'
"...!"
Something...
Something...
There...
There was something...
Gripping my leg...
"...! NO!"
"Hey, uh..."
"GO AWAY! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!"
"..."
"LACK OF SILENCE, SURE, YOU MONSTER! I'M READY FOR THE FREDDY! NOT REALLY! WHO IS IT? FREDDY? CHICA? BONNIE? I SWEAR IT'S BONNIE, IT'S ALWAYS BONNIE! CAN'T-!"
"Calm down, miss. Now get the hell down."
This... voice. It wasn't distorted... It was human...
It wasn't one I recognised either...
I looked down, and my eyes squinted at the speaker. I felt relieved, suddenly, about the fact I wasn't alone...
...that relief was destroyed in an instant.
The hairs on my skin stuck on end, all colour drained from my face, and my eyes were pin-pricks.
For the man stood before me... wasn't someone kind. He wasn't someone who looked out for youngsters like me, and heck... those younger...
His uniform was purple... and that's all I needed.
I carefully climbed down, with his aid... I watched his every move. I scanned his hands, subtly, for blood, for weapons...
Something he noticed.
"...what's with the scouting?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. "But what's more important is... what're you doing in here?"
His voice... it was full of malice. It was full of irritation...
Had I walked in on the murders?!
Maybe he hadn't done it yet...
"Hey. Answer me."
"...eh?"
"What. Are. You. Doing. In. Here?" he asked, slowly, seeming annoyed.
"I... Uh... I was looking for shelter...!"
"Shelter?" he repeated, sounding incredulous.
"Y-yeah, the world ended, and-"
"What are you talking about?" he asked, growing even more ominous.
Didn't... Didn't he know?
"Hmph. Regardless... You should've stayed out there."
"...! No, no, I haven't seen anything, please!"
At that, the man's eyes widened. Then they narrowed, as if deciphering my words.
I back stepped, swallowing and and staring at him cautiously as he followed.
"'You haven't seen anything'?" he repeated, gaze solely on me now.
See, guys, this is why you shouldn't be Meta on these types of things. Might open a lot of doors, but in the end, it gets you stuck with a psychopath.
Also, called it!
"That's why you were looking at my hands...
...
Heh..."
He scowled.
"Sorry, brat. I was just warning you about the attractions and about to escort you out, but since you know about THAT..." he pulled out a blade... "...the plan's changed."
"...no..." I whimpered, tears in my eyes. I scowled defiantly, trying my hardest not to break down. "I'm not dying here!"
I turned heel, and legged it through the room.
"Fair enough. You can die in another room. Your choice."
That sent chills down my spine.
"YOU'RE A HORRIBLE PERSON! WHY WOULD YOU DO THINGS LIKE THIS?!" I sobbed, almost tripping over something. "MURDEROUS PURPLE... PIMP!"
I caught myself and then looked left and right.
The room I was in suddenly distorted, and I blinked; I wasn't surrounded by tables anymore... but a long corridor...
I wasn't sure what happened, but...
Office was down at the bottom, but I needed an exit! I didn't remember any exit!
Office would have to do! I could lock myself in...
I skidded to a stop in front of the frame, but it wasn't a frame! It was a door.
Someone must have been inside...
"LET ME IN! FOR THE LOVE OF CHOCOLATE, AND GOD, PLEASE LET ME IN!" I screamed, my voice hoarse.
The purple person was following me. Slowly...
The suspense was not doing good for my nerves.
"PLEASE! P-PLEEEASSSEE!"
Regular day at work. That's what he saw it as. No murderous psychotic machines, just work... Another day at the office. He hadn't worked here long, but he'd gotten the ropes.
A man of 6'6 was sat in his chair, eyeing the security system with brown eyes, clad in a dark uniform. His shift began soon. In a few minutes, actually. He'd have to be ready for it...
Just work? That was a lie.
Especially when your life was on the line. This was a dangerous job...
The man tilted his hat up, then sighed, sipping his cup of caffeine.
He'd survived this long, though... He'd live tonight.
That statement was certain enough to him. He HAD to live.
He glanced at the clock, and sighed. Five more minutes, and this Hell began...
He decided to look over the security cameras to get his bearings before it all began.
Freddy's screen was the first thing he saw.
"...Not getting in here tonight, bear..." He looker at the other animatronics on-screen. "Or you guys either..."
He checked on Pirate Cove, then squinted.
"...Foxy..."
He said nothing else, then checked the corridor.
"...?"
"..FOR THE LOVE OF CAKE, WHICH ISN'T A LIE, FOR THE LOVE OF REVISER SEEDS, THAT AREN'T TROLLS, FOR THE LOVE OF..."
There... was a person. They were banging on his door. But... The door was open. And no one was there...
"...What the Hell is..."
He looked further up the corridor on the cameras.
"...going on?!"
There was a man, clad in purple, wielding a knife, heading towards the person...
What was this?! Was this edited?! The man didn't understand. This never happened before!
He wasn't... going to watch someone get murdered, was he?
"..."
He stood up, then pressed the button, closing the door. His eyes widened suddenly at hearing noise, and not from the monitor, but the other side of the door...
His facial expression grew urgent, and he opened the door...
...getting punched in the face by a young girl as she fell face-first into the room from the pressure she had on the door.
"EVIL. PERSON. LET. ME. IN."
The man looked down at her, rubbing his cheek and watching as she regained herself, got off him, and immediately darted to shut the door. It closed.
"NOT KILLING ME TONIGHT, KID KILLER!" she yelled, shaking her fist.
"... Uhh..."
"YOU TOO!"
The girl suddenly started pushing the man out of the other door, but he stopped her.
"What're you doing?!"
"I'M BANISHING YOU AND YOUR MURDER URGES, PURPLE GUY! SEE A PSYCHIATRIST! PLEASE! THANK YOU! HANDS OFF!"
"Purple guy? Listen, I'm not even wearing-"
"SHHHUUSH, YOU CAN'T ESCAPE YOUR SCRIPT!"
"I JUST STOPPED YOU FROM GETTING MURDERED!" the man yelled.
"...? Eh...?"
The girl stopped freaking out and looked at him blankly.
"Finally..."
"...you're not Purple Guy," she observed with a nod.
"Not that I know." The man looked irritated and confused.
"...nice hat."
"...Thanks?"
"I was being sarcastic."
The girl grinned brightly.
"... ... Uh... Not sure-"
"You're MEANT to say 'Well, I stole your face!'"
"But I haven't..."
"Ugh, uneducated on asdf? Really is the end of the world. I like trains..."
"...what?"
"I'll stop now. Who're you?"
"...someone who clearly isn't purple."
"I'm someone who clearly isn't a spy," the girl chirped happily. "...no, seriously."
"Better question is, what are you doing in here?"
"Purple Guy asked me that. Are you sure you're not Purple Guy?" the girl squinted. "Suspicious..."
"I am NOT Purple Guy." The man huffed.
"Good. Because he bad. You good. Well, I don't know that. But still."
"..."
"..."
There was a silence.
"I'm Toxic!" the girl broke it, holding out her hand.
"...Toxic?"
The man looked thoughtful...
"Yep! Thanks for saving me!"
The man looked around.
"...what?"
"Didn't you have a cat with you?"
"..." Toxic faceplanted. "What's with the CATS?! First Darky, now..."
"Darky?" The man questioned. "..."
"...eh? Dunno whether I should be preparing myself for another shock..."
"You don't visit a forum called 'Crossing Continuites', do you...?"
Toxic was stuck in a gasping\shocked pose.
"...Toxic?"
"...you're Fox."
"...so I was right."
"And?"
"And... Cool to meet you?"
"Why do other people figure it out before me..." Toxic cried anime tears. "My grades hide my stupidity!"
"...I wouldn't worry too much."
"But seriously... You know this fandom, right? WHY ARE YOU HERE?!"
"It's my job."
"You SAID you'd get around to playing FNAF one day, but I didn't think you meant it! Not literally! This is suicide, bro!"
"...it is, isn't it?" Fox sighed. "I know. But that's my only ticket out of here..."
"Eh? So... You're trying to beat the game? Or... week, in your job?"
DING-DONG-DANG-DONG...
"...speaking of, my shift's starting."
"Ehehe... And... what night are you on, Fox?"
"Night 6," Fox responded, a bit proudly.
"..."
"..."
"...WHAT?!"
The female author suddenly feared for her life.
She already heard footsteps...
"GET ON THE DOORS NOW! THEY'RE SUPER ACTIVE TONIGHT!
I SWEAR, IF I WASN'T SO POWERLESS, I WOULD KILL YOU, FOX!"