Five Nights at Freddy's: The Building No One Knew About

by Zaphire the Above

Join four young men as they embark on a journey to find out the secrets of the old Fazbear Ent. building that was abandoned and lost to time. Will they make it out? Will they find out why it was left to rot and crumble away? What happened in the past to cause these things? And will they find something truly, utterly horrifying? (R&R if you liked this. Rating will go up eventually)

5. Darkness

The lights flickered on and off in the main room. The sound of an eerie groaning could be heard and creaky floorboards echoed in the room. Shadows flickered across the floor, white eyes peering at the ceiling creepily. It sat there for a few minutes...just...sat there before gliding across the floor towards a dark colored door covered in rust like the rest of the metal.

The handle twisted slowly and a cringe worthy creak could be heard. It was squeaky from not being oiled and coupled with rust and whatever else was in there made it even worse. And then a soft 'click' sounded in the silent room. The shadow was on the door, white eyes peering down at the handle and the lights flickered once again and the door slowly opened.

The dim, flickering lights filled the room, illuminating a sleeping face on the table. The shadows stretched towards the figure eerily, slowly, silently. No noise could be heard besides the even breathing of the body on the rusted and stained metal table. The door clicked shut softly and the outline of a figure could be seen hovering over the body. Off white to light gray eyes peered down at the face of the person on the table. Glasses were up on a shelf, out of the shorter figures' reach. A withered and broken hand gently touched the pale, cold cheek of the figure on the table.

The hand was a dark pale color because of no light nor sunshine for years. Holes were littered all across the tall figure and wires hung out, green, blue, red, black. A metal skeleton could be seen underneath. The clothes it wore were torn and worn with age. They were stained and so was the skin, both with oil and other things. The long fingers trailed gently across the soft skin of the human it had taken.

Then it's palm rested gently against the cheek of the figure and the eyes of the thing glowed slightly in the darkness.

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"Holy...fricking...crap man. Where the hell are we?" Vincent asked, shivering slightly as a cold breeze brushed past him. Jeremy was getting a headache from being there and he didn't know why. There were practically no lights, and the only lights there were, were the dim, flickering ones above. Though they practically did nothing but cast eerie, moving shadows across the room. "I...I don't know. But I have a bad feeling about this..." Mike replied quietly.

To be continued...