AN: 20,000 words in this fanfic, and I intend to continue with all my heart and soul. For those who have made this story a part of their life, I thank you and I hope you like it, so lets jump right into it.
Emotion turning back on itself, and not leading on to thought or action, is the element of madness. ~John Sterling
Chapter 11
Abigail Hetfield
It's cold and quiet just like every night but tonight is a but more then the rest, all my friends call me many things like a vampire, a bat, and an owl, but the most popular nickname I have is the nightcrawler. Why all my friends call me this is because I stay awake most of the night and sleep in little bits during the day, I love it when the nights are silent because it helps me focus. As I walk down the street I see someone in the distance and I think he might be a cop so I hide behind a pile of boxes and wait until he comes closer. If the cops catch me they would take me in for breaking curfew, I already got caught twice and they said if they see me one more time breaking curfew they would arrest me. I see him come closer and I realize that he's not a cop but is just a person riding on his bike, I've never seen him before so I decide to give him a scare. It's become a kind of a habit that I scare someone I met for the first time, I wait until he gets closer to me and when he is almost completely in front of me I yell. As soon as I yell he screams and falls off his bike and I start running, but he gets up quickly and comes running after me. But I know I have the advantage because I know the alleyways off the back of my hand, as I run through the alleyways he somehow keeps following me and not getting lost. I am now extremely worried that if he catches me he will report me to the cops, as I reach the dead end I hide behind some boxes and I hope for the best. I hear his footsteps coming closer to me when for a second I see his feet.
"I know you're here," he says, "I won't do anything to you,"
I keep still hoping somehow he will go away.
"I know how you feel, a nervousness burning into your chest," he says as his footsteps get louder, "Believe me, I feel like that every time I go to work."
"What do you want?" I ask nervously.
"Nothing, I just want to see the person that would even approach me," he says, as he gets closer.
"Screw it," I think to myself as I come from behind the boxes.
I see that he is not much older then me and is wearing a denim jacket.
"What is your name and how old are you?" he asks.
"My name is Abigail and I'm 16 years old," I say.
"My name is Malcom," he says.
"Nice to meet you I guess," I say.
"So what are you doing out this late?" he asks.
"Just because that is what I do," I answer.
"Does that mean you come out here because you just want to?" he asks.
"Yes, it's kind of my hobby," I say.
"How would you like to help me with my job?" he asks.
"What is your job?" I ask.
"It's working the nightshift at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria," he says.
"Nightshift, that sounds fun," I say.
"It is fun, in a way," he says.
"Meet me inside the pizzeria at 11:45 AM," he says.
"I'll be there," I say as he walks away, "Wait for me," I say as I follow him out of the alleyways and start walking home.
When I get home I quietly open and close the back door and I walk into my room and crawl into my bed and start to go to sleep, I can't wait to tell my friends that I actually got a job, sort of. But anyways I can't wait till I get to work, and it's during the night too which makes it so much better.
When I wake up I realize I slept in my school clothes but I brush that thought aside and go down to eat breakfast and to get my backpack, I quickly eat some cereal and get my backpack and soon I'm out of the door. I walk down to the bus stop and I see my friends talking and I run to join them, their names are Dianna Sharp, Teresa Sparks, and Kristine Bridges.
"Hey, guess what happened last night?" I ask.
"What happened?" Dianna asks.
"I got a job," I answer.
"Where?" Teresa asks.
"Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria," I say.
"Oh, then that means you will be paid minimum wage," Kristine says.
"I will be paid less then minimum wage," I say.
"Why?" she asks.
"Because I'm helping someone else," I say.
"Who is it?" Teresa asks.
"It's a guy," I say.
"What's his name?" Dianna asks as they lean closer.
"He said his name was Malcom," I say as they gasp.
"Do you mean that you met Malcom Downing?" Kristine asks.
"How old was he?" Dianna asks.
"He looked like he was about 17 or so," I say.
"That must be Malcom," Teresa says.
"What is wrong with him?" I ask.
"You haven't heard about it?" Dianna asks.
"No, what happened to him?" I ask.
"Well, he was part of a robbery and rumor has it that he killed somebody," she says.
"When did that happen?" I ask.
"About 1 year ago," she answers.
"You should let go of the job, besides it would be safer," Kristine says.
"Whatever, ill think about it," I say thinking that I will check the job out.
After we get to school Teresa brings it up again.
"I think you should try out the job to see what it's like," she says.
"Sure, whatever you say," I say as I walk to class.
Teresa Sparks
School is such a pain, all you get is homework and more homework and I swear you slowly loose your sanity when I'm in class and by the time you do get out of school it feels like your brain has been burned out. The bus ride only elongates the suffering but at least you get to talk to your friends, however this bus ride was unusually quiet and my friends and I didn't talk as much.
"So who wants to go to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza?" I ask breaking the silence.
"Not me, I need to do my homework," Dianna says.
"I can't, I need to go to my grandmas' house," Kristine says.
"You go, I need to get some sleep," Abigail says.
"Ok Nightcrawler, you go get some sleep," I say, "I'll go by myself."
Soon we got to the bus stop and we got off the bus and the others start to walk home while I started walking to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, after a while I see it come into view. I walk toward the pizzeria and when I get in front of the building I look at it for a second then I walk in, the place was kind of what I expected but still I decide to look around. The first interesting thing I see is 3 creepy looking animatronics and I swiftly walk away to avoid those animatronics creepy stare whenever they preformed their songs. I walk into the hallway and see at the end of it a room that was labeled parts and service, I decide to take a look in there and see if there is anything worth seeing. As I walk toward the room a man whom I could only assume is the mechanic comes out of the room.
"Why does Chica always break down?" he whispers to himself, "I'm running out of parts."
"Hello, who are you?" I ask.
"Oh, hello I'm the mechanic," he says.
"I know that but what is your name?" I ask as I realize he is holding 2 animatronic hands.
"My name is Alonzo Clayton," he answers.
"Nice to meet you, by the way what are those animatronic hands for?" I ask.
"You mean these?" he asks, pointing at the hands.
"Yes," I say.
"These are for Chica because her hands won't work," he says pointing to the yellow chicken animatronic.
"Oh, I should let you get to work then," I say as I step aside.
"That would be for the best," he says, "the animatronics are acting a little strange lately,"
"How are they acting strange?" I ask.
"Well, someone tampered with the animatronics so that they are acting different then they usually are," he answers.
"Who did?" I ask.
"I don't know," he says.
"Well, have a great day," I say as he walks away.
I continue walking until I see a hallway bigger then the one I am in so I start to walk down that hallway, I see party rooms that are filled with kids and adults but at the end of the hall I see an office that I could only assume is the security office.
"Huh, I thought there would be more here," I think to myself as I walk out of the building.
But anyways I need to get my homework done so I start to walk home, I look back at the building for one last time before I start running home and soon the building disappears from sight.
Malcom Downing
I wake up 5 minutes before my alarm goes off so I disable the alarm and get ready for the next night, I start to think about the girl I met in the alleyways and how I'm supposed to explain everything. But I'll worry about that later because right now I need to think on how to survive the last 2 nights, as I get on my bike and start to ride down to the pizzeria I try to think of a plan but nothing comes to mind. As the building comes into view I see the backup mechanic exit the building and enter his car and drive off.
"Now I know you tampered with the animatronics," I say to myself, "This time I'm not the criminal, you are."
As I walk up to the entrance I see something move out of the corner of my eye, I look to see what it is but I see nothing I am about to enter when I see it again.
"Abigail, I know your there," I say.
"You know I showed myself on propose," she says as she comes out from behind a wall.
"I knew that," I say as I enter the building.
"It looks creepier in the night then it does during the day," She says as she looks around.
"You haven't seen nothing yet," I say as I move to the security office, "By the way I need to tell you something,"
"What is it?" she asks.
"Well, the animatronics move around during the night," I say, "They also move around freely during the day too."
"You're joking," she says.
"I'm anything but, also it would be worth noting that if the animatronics see you they will see you as an endoskeleton and will want to shove you into a Freddy Fazbear suit, and if they do the suit will kill you by crushing you to death," I say as we get into the office.
"What, does that mean that if they catch us they will kill us?" she asks.
"Yep, you got it," I say.
"Why don't you tell the manager?" she asks.
"He knows that already, it's just someone tampered with the animatronics," I say.
"Oh, so that is what Alonzo was talking about," she says finally realizing what he had said.
"You met Alonzo?" I ask as she nods her head.
"So I don't need to explain much," I say.
"Well, you might have to a little," she says as she looks around.
"Well, that's ok," I say, "By the way I need to tell you something."
"What is it?" she asks.
"One of the animatronics is a friend of mine and he will help us survive the night," I say as I check the time and I see it is 11:52.
"Which one?" she asks.
"His name is Foxy, he has orange fur, is a bit tattered, and he is a pirate," I say.
"That makes me feel better," she says.
"Well, buckle your seatbelts because this is going to be one heck of a ride," I say as I sit in my chair.
"What happens if one of us gets caught?" she asks.
"I prefer not to dwell on that thought," I say as I see the time is 11:58.
"Oh yeah, Foxys' counterpart went a little insane and now wants to kill us badly," I say.
"So stay away from her?" she asks.
"Yep, that's right," I say as I see the time is 12:00 AM, "It's Showtime!"