A/N: Hello!

Here's another 2k14 turtle drabble based around games again! This time, it's all the guys watching Donnie play Five Nights at Freddy's XD! I've never actually played the game before (and I never will, thank you very much), so pardon my lack of accuracy, but I saw a request for this in one of the comments by myfinalfantisy. This one's for you!

I OWN NOTHING!

Enjoy!

Five Night Job

He couldn't believe he was doing this again. Really, he couldn't. Evidently, he hadn't learned from the last time he'd allowed his younger brother to rope him into playing a horror-themed computer game, which if he remembered correctly, had resulted in the two of them screaming for their father and having nightmares about Slender Man for the better half of a week. Back then, he'd vowed to never play another horror game again for the sake of whatever remained of his precious sanity.

Now, here he was again, sat at his computer desk accompanied by Michelangelo, along with his intrigued eldest brothers Leonardo and Raphael, as they all crowded around to play another indie horror game that April had 'mistakenly' introduced them to, which according to her own experiences after a friend of hers had dared her to play it, was ten times as frightening as Slender Man.

And worse, it included animatronics. Living animatronics, that stalked you throughout the entire game with the intent to kill you.

Donatello sighed heavily as he loaded up the game, with Mikey grasping both his shoulders and bouncing on his toes excitedly. Leo folded his arms over his chest, peering over Donnie's left shoulder and Mikey's bouncing head at the 'Start Up' screen, which included the obscured figure of a rather creepy looking robotic bear.

On Donnie's right, Raph's brooding bulk moved in closer, his brow raising in disinterest. "You sure we should be lookin' at this kinda stuff, Don?" he asked, leaning away from the screen so he could give his younger two siblings a pointed look. "Last time you did something like this, you two were cryin' like a buncha babies in front of Sensei."

Whilst Donnie pouted and let out an insulted huff as he turned to face the screen again, Mikey waved his larger brother off dismissively. "Pssh! No worries, brah. We got this!" he claimed, puffing his chest out in a mighty manner with a confident nod of his head. "And besides, even if it is as scary as April says, at least we got you two to watch our backs, right?"

Expressions flat as boards, Leo and Raph shared an exasperated look. Yep, this was going to be just as bad as the last time. They really needed to have a talk with April as soon as this was over and done with. Still, they were lucky that Splinter had decided to take a walk before they started the game, otherwise they'd end up in the Hashi with all the screaming that was sure to come out of this.

"Okay," Donnie sighed again, tilting his head from side to side to crack the bones in his neck before rolling his shoulders back readily. He turned to face his brothers, his expression grave and his eyes wide behind his lenses. "You guys ready for this?" he asked lowly, almost as if he were trying to sound intimidating.

Smirking, Raph shrugged. "Go for it, bro," he said.

Leo nodded. "Let's do it."

"Shell-yeah, brah!" Mikey crowed. "Let's do this shiznick!"

Rolling his eyes for the hundredth time, Donnie pressed the 'New Game' option. The screen faded to black for a moment, before revealing a close-up of a newspaper add. Blinking once, Donnie, being the fastest reader, attempted to read it out loud to his brothers.

"Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Family pizzaria looking for security guard to work the night-shift 12am to 6am. Monitor cameras, ensure safety of equipment and animatronic characters. Not responsible for injury/dismemberment - wait, what?!" Donnie cried, just as the screen went black again.

Had he read that right? Dismemberment? Who would put that on a job advert? Better yet, who in their right mind would read that and think 'Oh hey, I can totally work here'?!

Behind him, the expressions that his two older brothers wore told him they were thinking the exact same thing. "Seriously? What kind of pizza place is this?" Leo scoffed with a disturbed shake of his head.

Mikey turned, flashing a grin up at Leo. "A really awesome one?" he snickered. That earned him a smack upside the head from Raphael just as the game began.

A/N: I know it's a little impractical, but to make it easier for everyone to know who's talking, I'm going to put the first letters of their names in bold. Just thought I'd say that. Okay, back to the fic ^^

12:00am. 1st Night.

The screen presented a first-person view of what appeared to be an office of some sort, complete with creepy pictures, a working fan, and other items that the turtles didn't care to acknowledge, or just chose not to.

D: "Well, okay. So...what the heck do we do?"

L: "You're the one playing the game you should know. Didn't you read the instructions, or something?"

M: "I think there's supposed to be a dude that tells you what to do in a second."

R: "Well, then, where the heck is he? This is already giving me the creeps."

M: "Ooooh, big tough Raph is already afraid?"

R: "Shut your pie-hole, Mike."

Just then, a telephone rang, making all four turtles jump with sharp gasps. Once he'd calmed his rapidly beating heart (and pointedly ignored the sound of Raph slapping Mikey yet again after the younger turtle started teasing him over being scared), Donnie pressed the button that brought up the CCTV screen and answered the phone. Whilst the person on the other line began to go over the instructions, all eyes were glued to the ironically unfriendly looking animatronic characters.

M: "Dude, that's all kinds of creepy."

L: "I'll say."

R: "This place is supposed to be 'Family Friendly'? Psshh! 'Family Friendly' my shell; this is freakier than Eric Sac's lab."

D: "Jeez, this guy's voice is kind of annoying, don't you think?"

M: "You gotta listen to him, D. Otherwise you won't get it -"

R: "Then shut up and let the rest of us listen, nimrod!"

M: "Ow! Leo, Raph hit me again."

L: "Knock it off, you two."

D: "Wait, wait, wait - did he just say that the characters tend to wander? Seriously?!"

R: "Calm down, Don, the game's only just - wait, wasn't that rabbit over there a second ago?"

M: "Aw crap..."

D: "Wait, did he say they'd stuff us in a suit?!"

L: "D-Donnie, where's the Bunnie guy? Where's the -"

R: "Holy BALLS! HE'S RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE -"

D: "OOOOH NOOO! N-Nice bunny, nice pretty bunny -

M: "Oh please no oh please no -"

D: "O-Okay, s-so we just have to watch the cameras, a-and make sure that they don't come anywhere near us. W-we can do that, right?"

L: Check the cameras again, Don, check them again!"

R: "So they move every time you're not lookin'? That's messed up..."

M: "You guys know that you don't have that much power to waste, right? Every time you turn the lights on, close the door or even check the cameras, you use up power, and then when you run out, you're pretty much toast -"

L, R, D: "WHAT?!"

M: "Wait, you mean you didn't know?!"

D: "Well no, I didn't! Why didn't you tell me before -?"

L: "DONNIE HE MOVED! HE MOVED, HE'S IN THE PARTY ROOM!"

R: "Oh hell no!"

D: "AAH NO! Nononononono you stay right there, Mr. Bunny! Don't you come any closer -"

M: "Donnie the screen! It went black!"

D: "I can't see! I CAN'T SEE!"

L: "Calm down, men. He's back in the other room."

R: "Oh thank god."

M: "I think I wet myself..."

L: "Okay guys, here's the plan. We save up as much energy as we can, and only check turn the lights on if we really have to -"

D: "What about the doors?"

L: "Same rules apply. The doors take up the most power. Just stick to the plan, and we won't fail. We can make it through the night."

R: "Love how you're turning an indie horror game into a strategic battle plan, bro."

L: "Shut up, I'm only trying to - oh my god, the duck's gone, the freaking DUCK is gone!"

M: "Do you guys hear that music?! Oh crap, she's close!"

D: "Oh god, oh god, Leo! What do we do - Oh hello! Hello, there you are, lurking in the hallway like a creeper, oh please stay there -"

R: "Screw the plan shut the damn door!"

L: "No, you're using up too much power!"

M: "Dudes were dead! They're in the freaking hall -"

D: "WHY DID I LET YOU TALK ME INTO THIS AGAIN?! We're down to 5% and -"

R: "I've never been more terrified by a duck and a bunny in my whole damn life -"

L: "Down to 4%!"

D: "Oh jeez oh jeez oh jeez oh jeez stay away from me!"

M: "I told you guys not to waste the power - AH WHAT THE HECK HOW DID THEY -"

L: "2%!"

R: "That's it, we're dead, we're done for - Donnie, are you praying?"

D: "Shut up, don't you judge me!"

The power bar at the bottom left of the screen finally reached zero percent, and with a low, ominous hum, the lights went out and plunged the turtles in darkness. Eyes wide and full of terror, the four brothers dared not even breathe as they drew close together, an old habit they'd developed since they were children that they had yet to grow out of. The only sound heard between them was the sound of Mikey whimpering pitifully in fear as he clung onto Leo's arm life a lifeline.

And then, the sound of a music box, playing a soft, cute little tune, began to echo within the darkened room, which did very little to ease the turtle's fears. Instead, it only terrified them even more as they drew closer to each other, all of them still holding their breaths.

"We're screwed," Donnie whimpered.

Suddenly, one of the animatronic characters appeared on the screen, emitting a high pitched screech as it leapt in front of the camera.

Soon enough, the lair was filled with four equally high-pitched shrieks of terror as the turtles leapt backwards. Donnie fell out of his chair, and Leo tripped over Mikey as the two of them collapsed to the ground alongside Donnie, taking Raph with them when he'd grabbed his arm for balance. Then, still screaming, the turtles scrambled from the computer screens and headed for their bedroom, leaving the 'start' screen to blink on...

When Splinter had returned home from his evening stroll later that night, he'd expected his sons to be either watching T.V, training or playing their video games. He'd strictly forbidden them from going above ground until tomorrow night, so unless they wanted to spend the rest of the evening in the 'Hashi', they'd better be doing said pastimes.

However, whilst he'd partly expected the lair to be in a rough state (because that's what happened when you left four teenage boys on their own for so long) he hadn't expected the large fort made of blankets, pillows and some of their old weapons in the center of the dojo. His black eyes widened at the sight of it; despite what it had been constructed with, it was taller than himself. And he could hear his sons muttering fearfully amongst themselves within the blankets draped over the top.

Raising a furry brow, Splinter moved silently towards the fort, and he tapped his claw three times on a hard surface beneath the blanket, which he assumed was Michelangelo's shell.

The muttering stopped. Splinter felt Mikey go very still.

Then he heard them whispering.

"Oh crap, brah. Is that Freddy?"

"Shhh! You'll give us away!"

"There's a big-ass fort in the middle of the dojo, and you think he wouldn't notice?!"

"Be quiet! Ninjas are quiet! So shut up!"

"You shut up!"

"You!"

"Shut yo mouths, fools!"

Splinter was beyond confused now. What were they doing? Why were they frightened? And who was this 'Freddy' person?

He shook his head and sighed to himself, leaving his sons to their little game as he turned and walked to his bedroom to get some rest. He assumed it was for the best that he got as much sleep as he could, for he had a feeling that come morning, his children were going to tell him all about it...

A/N: I am NEVER playing this game! No amount of money or kittens you offer me will make me do it! DX THE JUMP-SCARES ARE FREAKY AS HECK!

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed that! ^^ more are on the way!