October 1, 2017

Charlie looked at herself thoughtfully in the mirror. Since Elizabeth died and Sammy disappeared, it has become one of her favorite activities. She wonder who she looks like? Charlie always wanted to be like dad. It's a pity that they had few similarities. The girl's hair was brown, not blond like his. And they were also very naughty, so the girl did not like to make pigtails and tails. That's why it was Charlie who always made Elizabeth, Naomi and Helen different beautiful hairstyles.

But no one from Emily's family, except Charlie, could boast of having freckles. Charlie was very happy to have them. One day Dad told her that those who have freckles are loved by the sun. Then she was as happy as a child. His words were not even questioned, because dad is always right. It was somehow different with him. Charlie couldn't even imagine her life without all these mechanical things. All her toys were special. After all, it wasn't so boring with them. It was different with Sammy, too. He supported her, had fun with her, they were inseparable. She loved to annoy him with her endless jokes. Now Charlie began to spend more time with Chris.

Besides, the most interesting thing is that Sammy's body was not found. The pantry and the slot machine behind which the boy's body was supposed to be were checked, but there was not even blood there! Where did his body go?

September 20, 2017

- And where did you put my body? Where did you get all this magic from? - Emily had a lot of questions.

- Calm down! I don't know where I got this magic from, princess Sofia told me that I can do this, but only once. It's kind of like a "special gift" that you can spend on something. I don't want anyone to see your horrible corpse. And I just "removed" the body itself from the world. No one will ever find him or see him again. - Elizabeth explained.

- Can I do the same? - Sammy asked.

- No.

- But why? You can!

- Sofia said that everyone has their own magic, and I have one, especially since I could only do it once and that's it. You don't have that.

- I see... - the brunette replied wistfully.

Back to Charlie.

Dad never played with her. It was impossible to say that he did not want to, rather, he could not.

- Dad, let's play! I really want to play hide and seek!

He didn't turn around, as if he hadn't heard. He must be very busy. Every time Charlie entered his workshop, she was wary. She was scared of all these scattered metal parts, parts of the endoskeleton. At the moment, her father is messing with one of these things. He really must not have heard.

- Daddy, let's play! Please! - this time the girl said it more insistently, grabbing him by the sleeve of his green shirt.

He turns slowly to her. Charlie saw only an indifferent blank look.

- Not now, honey, dad's a little busy. - he answered softly and patted the girl on the head, barely smiling.

That's it again. He almost always says the same thing. But he wasn't like that before. After all, a long time ago he was completely different. He smiled more often. Charlie already missed those times. When she could play with Sammy, when she could run around on the playground, when she could tease someone, when everyone laughed at her jokes, when the atmosphere in the Afton house was not oppressive. Charlie even stopped joking. She couldn't remember the last time she'd made a joke. But Charlie was trying to get better. She wanted to be at least not in appearance, but in character similar to him.

In any case, Charlotte wanted to bring back the days when everyone was alive and happy.

15 hours 5 minutes

Chris was lying on his bed in his room and, clutching a plush Fredbear to himself, stared at the ceiling. There was nothing else for him to do. Silence reigned in the house. Dad almost spent the night in a pizzeria. He was always doing something there. Then he repaired animatronics, then something else. The father seemed to have simply forgotten about his family and plunged into work. Of course, it can also be understood. After all, he lost his wife and daughter.

Naomi plunged into her sadness. She stopped crying, but now she just locked herself in her room and did something there. She came out only when Michael called everyone to eat.

Chris became more afraid of Michael animatronics. He scared him at every turn. Then behind the door, then under the bed. And it looked so creepy that Chris found it harder and harder to hold back the flow of tears every time.

And Chris... He just wanted to walk until late at night. However, then he will still go outside. Moreover, the school is closed because of some problems, so the boy does not go to it.

What about the others? Sammy disappeared, his sister Charlie stopped joking, although she did it almost every second. She started spending more time with Chris himself. They had a lot in common. For example, Charlie played chess well and even beat Christopher Afton himself a couple of times — a great chess player! But the girl also had a father, and she tried not to make him sad as much as she was.

Helen sought solace in Quentin and Thomas. Thomas tried not to lose heart and support all his friends, hiding his own sadness. The "Gambling Club" began to slowly disintegrate, and now meetings were not held at all. If Elizabeth had seen this, she would have started tearing up and throwing up.

Gabriel and Cassidy... Cassidy had a hard time. He was Naomi's greatest comfort. He was by her side every minute and cheered her on. It was he who managed to wipe away the flow of Naomi's tears. Gabriel tried to support the guys together with Thomas, so that no one would bring themselves to a state like Naomi's.

Chris pondered all this for a long time until he noticed something strange. It was a movement. The boy shuddered slightly, got up from the bed and looked at the plush Fredbear.

The bear looked at him sharply.

Chris was good at distinguishing imagination from reality, and now it was one hundred percent reality. But how?! After all, toys can't come to life!

- Hello! - said plush Fredbear.

- A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A! - shouted Chris.

- Hush, hush, don't yell! - Fredbear stuffed a pillow in Chris' mouth.

Chris pulled the pillow out of his mouth and moved away from the toy.

- Are you real?! Or is it still my imagination?!

- Yes, yes, I'm real!

- But how?! - this question greatly worried blue-eyed.

- You imagined so much and so firmly believed that I was alive, that the Goddess herself gave me the right to a mobile life! - the toy explained.

- I don't... I don't have the words anyway... - Chris was becoming less and less afraid.

- So, since I have come to life, then it should be celebrated! We're going on a picnic. - Fredbear jumped off the bed and walked out of the room.

- Wait, what? A picnic?! But people can see us! Toys actually do not come to life and do not go on a picnic in front of everyone! - the boy was indignant.

- We'll choose a place where we won't be seen. - the bear solved the problem.

- Okay, okay... - Chris resigned himself.

15 hours 35 minutes

Chris and Fredbear were positioned behind a large tree, where no one would have seen them for sure. They sat down on a red-and-white plaid. Chris took out cookie sandwiches and soda.

- So, tell me about yourself, Chris. - Fredbear lay down and waited for Chris's story.

- Well... - Chris began. - I'm Chris Afton, I'm 7 years old, in five days I'm 8 years old, I have a mom, dad, older brother Michael, younger sisters Naomi and Elizabeth, as well as friends Charlie, Sammy, Gabriel, Cassidy, Helen and Thomas. That's just Elizabeth died recently from father's creation, mother died in a car accident, and Sammy disappeared, and Michael insults me all the time!

- I know all this, I have preserved my memory. - Fredbear interrupted.

- Then why are you asking?

- I wanted to talk. And yes, is someone already preparing a gift for you?

- Naomi. She's going to stay with her grandparents, and Michael and I are staying at home.

- Why don't you go?

- Naomi doesn't want to. She says that if I go with her, it won't be possible to surprise me for my birthday.

- What's the surprise? - bear asked again.

- How do I know? If I find out, it won't be a surprise anymore.

- Okay, okay... - Fredbear shut up. - Then tell me more about your remaining friends. How are they doing now?

- Charlie and I have become close, she blames herself for Sammy's disappearance for not keeping track of him, Gabriel and Cassidy are also not so good, Helen constantly listens to Charlie and Naomi, and Thomas maintains a pleasant atmosphere around us.

- Do you have any fears of your own?

And then Chris shuddered. He remembered his nightmares. Those terrible nightmare animatronics that disappeared after the appearance of the plush Fredbear.

- There were... - the boy began. - Before you appeared, I had nightmares with scary robots.

- Okay... - the bear replied.

17 hours 25 minutes

- Hey! You forgot to pick me up, and because of that I got all wet! - a wet Fredber came into Chris' room with a blanket and dishes in his plush paws.

- I'm sorry... I thought you'd get there by yourself... - Chris was a little confused.

- I just kind of came to life! I still can't walk well. - and for proof, the toy specifically tripped and fell to the floor.

- Okay, I'm sorry. Would you like some tea?

- Yes.

It was pouring rain outside the window. For some reason, the boy thought of Charlie, who was probably sitting in her room right now and playing with dolls. She doesn't like rainy weather.

And so it was. Charlie was sitting and playing with a couple of puppets. She began to hate the rain even more, because it was in rainy weather that Sammy disappeared. It reminded her of him, and the guilt increased each time. Henry also felt guilty, much more than his daughter, but if Charlotte hadn't been with him, Emily would have jumped under the car for sure. He couldn't stand it. But remembering that he had Charlie, sweet Charlie, who also missed her brother, he drove away these terrible thoughts from himself.

- Hey, why are you lost in your thoughts? - the bear began to slap Chris's cheeks.

- What happened? - Chris was a little angry.

- Michael's calling you to dinner.

- Chris, did you fall asleep there? Go eat! - shouted Michael.

23 hours 59 minutes

Chris couldn't sleep. Dinner went as usual. Dad and Michael, as always, were silent. Naomi left yesterday to visit her two grandmothers on her mother's and father's lines and her grandfather on her mother's line. Then after dinner, Michael scared his brother a couple of times by wearing a Foxy mask. Why did he become like this?

Because Michael knew Chris had seen everything. He knew that his younger brother was watching his sister being killed in front of his eyes. He understood everything from his brother's behavior. Michael just couldn't understand Chris. Why didn't he save her? Only he was with her! Only he could save her! Him! But he didn't, no, instead he sat back and watched Elizabeth in pain. So he let out all his anger. Michael realized that it gave him pleasure that someone was afraid of him. That was Chris.

The boy would have continued to think about everything if he hadn't heard sounds outside the door.

00 hours 00 minutes

is exactly the time shown by the electronic clock. Chris got out of bed, took a flashlight and slowly walked to the left door. At first Chris listened. There were no sounds. And the blue-eyed would have opened it if his incredibly good hearing hadn't heard breathing outside the door. The boy recoiled from the door. There was definitely someone behind it, his hearing never lied to him! Suddenly, the stranger on the other side took hold of the handle and slowly, with a creak, began to open the door.

- Close it quickly! - Fredbear shouted to Chris in a whisper from under the blanket.

The boy did so.

Chris held the white door by the golden handle for a couple of minutes, but then he stopped holding it back, as the steps went in the opposite direction from the door.

- W-who was t-that? - Chris lay down on the bed.

- You were very nervous, and I'm also here with my born, so they came for you. - bear began to explain.

- Who are they? - Chris didn't understand.

- Your fears are nightmare animatronics.

00 hours 20 minutes

Chris and Fredbear were lying under a blanket. It's been 20 minutes since the stranger left. But Chris was still scared. Fredbear told him that he should beware of them and they come at night, because it is at night that people are weakened and it is easier to catch them, isn't it?

The silence was broken by approaching footsteps. Chris realized that he needed to act now. He crawled out from under the blanket, leaving Fredbear to watch him. Chris went to the door and listened. He didn't hear anything. Check it out? What if he's lurking there? Then the boy would definitely hear breathing. At his own risk, the blue-eyed opened the door a crack and stuck his head out.

No one.

Chris breathed a sigh of relief. That's just too early to rejoice. Chris felt a breath on his head. The boy slowly raised his head with fear and shone his flashlight up.

This is exactly what the boy was afraid to see. His fear. His long-forgotten nightmare. His destroyer of all hopes and dreams. It was Bonnie, but not the nice bunny playing the guitar, Nightmare Bonnie, more terrible, terrifying. Naomi definitely wouldn't have liked him.

The Nightmare Bonnie looks the same as the usual Bonnie, but with some changes. The nightmare has two rows of pointed teeth on the upper and lower jaw. Its entire skin is badly damaged and torn in the center. The endoskeleton and wires are visible inside. He also wears a red bow tie, similar to the original Bonnie and his toy version.

The monster was looking at the boy with its purple eyes. He just stood there and played peek-a-boo with Chris. Afton was afraid to move, even stopped breathing. It all seemed like an eternity to him. Suddenly, the nightmare stirred and raised its clawed paw up. He wanted to scratch him, kill him, do anything with him, but Chris immediately closed the door. Bonnie stood outside the door for a while and left.

- Do you know when this will end? - turned in the direction of the toy that was watching the boy all the time, Chris.

- I don't know exactly, but I know it won't be long. - Fredbear replied.

1 hour 00 minutes

Chris and Fredbear agreed that since almost nothing was happening, Chris could get some sleep. But if something happens, the bear will immediately wake him up. And now he was starting to wake him up.

- Hey, wake up! - bear convulsively woke up his master.

- What? Where? Who? - Chris woke up instantly.

- Your Foxy's toy turned into a nightmare and hid in the closet. To turn it back into a toy, close the closet and don't open it for about 5 minutes. - bear explained the situation.

Chris looked towards his closet. There was someone making noise. The boy quickly walked up to him and opened the doors. He thought he was going to have a heart attack at that moment. Foxy's scary head with a long tongue immediately popped out of the closet, but he didn't attack him, but just stared. The boy was breathing heavily from fright and looked at his nightmare.

He looks like a very damaged and slightly distorted version of Foxy. The suit is badly torn and covers only the upper part of the legs, torso and arms, the remaining parts expose the endoskeleton. There are sharp claws on his legs and arms, instead of the right hand he has a large and sharp hook. There are ripped pants in the upper part of the legs. The muzzle is half exposed by the endoskeleton. Has yellow eyes.

- Close the doors! - Fredbear shouted to the shocked Chris.

The blue-eyed immediately came to his senses and quickly closed the closet doors. Nothing could be heard behind them. It felt like there was no one there and it was possible to open the doors, but the boy knew that this was a false sense of security.

After about 5 minutes, Chris still decided to open the doors. Opening them, behind them he saw the usual plush Foxy. The one that his dad gave him. When everyone was still alive...

- But why only Foxy turned into a nightmare animatronic? What about the rest of the toys? - Chris turned to Fredbear.

- They, as it were, also came to life. Can't you see Bonnie and Chica are missing? - bear replied.

- How did Chica disappear? - Chris suddenly realized.

And at that moment, the right door began to open softly.

Chris immediately ran to the door and quickly closed the door. A moment before closing, he managed to see Chica's red eye in the darkness of the corridor. His heart was pounding wildly. He was already sweating profusely, the jacket was sticking to his body. The boy looked at his watch. Exactly 2 o'clock in the morning.

- What time will it end?

- It should be at 6 o'clock in the morning.

3 hours 00 minutes

Chica turned out to be more persistent than all the other nightmares. She went to the right door several times and tried to open it. And after unsuccessful attempts, she went to the kitchen and rattled the dishes there. It's amazing how dad and Michael haven't heard anything yet. But when she came back, Chris decided to look at her. Yes, it was risky, but curiosity was stronger than fear. Opening the door, he saw a Nightmare Chica approaching him.

The Nightmare Chica has a yellow suit color inherent in its normal version and a large beak. There are three tufts on the head, the legs below the knee are orange, a badly torn bib with the inscription is visible on the chest: "Let's eat!", the left eye glows red, while the right one seems inactive due to the absence of a pupil.

Chris immediately slammed the door.

- I wish I had the keys to these doors... - Chris said, holding the door.

4 hours 00 minutes

2 hours. 2 more hours. Only 2 hours. What can happen during this time?

And here's what. Chris didn't notice the little plush toys on his bed while he was wrestling with Chica.

- Chris! Take a flashlight and shine it on these dumb-heads! - plush Fredbear shouted at him.

- You're a dumb-head yourself! - someone else's squeaky voice was heard.

Chris turned around.

There were three plush bears sitting on his bed. Well how. These were three plush nightmare Freddies, one of whom was fighting with plush Fredbear, figuring things out. Chris remembered perfectly well that he had only one Freddy's toy, but where did two more come from?! These bears looked exactly the same. They had two rows of sharp teeth on their upper and lower jaws, top hats and dark bow ties, but they did not have a microphone in their hand, like an ordinary plush Freddy. Through multiple gaps in the skin, he can see the sintepon.

Chris abruptly turned the flashlight beam in the direction of these "dumb-heads", which made their heads shake, and they disappeared.

- And who were they? - Chris came to himself a little.

- Freddles. - Fredbear replied. - Call them whatever you want.

- Listen, how do you know all this? - Chris realized that his toy knows too much, and he knows practically nothing, although they are trying to kill him here.

- Goddess sees the future, she entrusted me to protect you, she gave me this knowledge so that you would stay alive! - bear told him.

- Why a Goddess? Isn't that God?

- We have a Goddess here. And why is that, don't even ask, I'm not a clairvoyant.

- Whatever you say...

5 hours 00 minutes

Chica gave up, and Bonnie already came in her place. While Chica was making noise in the kitchen, Bonnie kept trying to get into Chris' room. By the way, plush Freddy is back in place. Then Bonnie gave up, too. Chris decided to get some more sleep, and during that time, plush Bonnie returned.

Chris had a dream. A dream, but a very strange one. Chris was in some kind of incomprehensible darkness, there was nothing around. Suddenly, memories popped up in front of his eyes. He remembered his sixth birthday. It was then that Elizabeth gave him a plush Fredbear. And he also remembered his mother. He remembered how they all went to the park together, how his mother read bedtime stories. He remembered how they all played together on the playground. It was so much fun. But then Chris saw something. It was no longer a memory, but was happening in a dream. Suddenly he found himself in the pizzeria "Toy Freddy and his friends". The boy found himself near one of the tables that stood in the corner. Sammy was sitting at this table. Sammy's alive.

- Sammy! - Chris was delighted, but realized that no one could hear or see him.

Sammy himself looked sad. He looked sadly out of the window and entered it with his finger. Charlie was nowhere near. Is he alone here?

Suddenly Chris felt sick. He felt very dizzy and had some kind of malaise. And it was at that moment that someone approached Sammy. There was some kind of dialogue between the unknown and Sammy, which the blue-eyed could not make out because of the ringing in his ears. His vision suddenly deteriorated, but Chris was still trying to see the man. It was only possible to see that he has a ponytail on his head and is wearing black gloves on his hands. Suddenly, the man took Sammy somewhere, and they left in an unknown direction. Chris was paralyzed, he desperately wanted to follow them, but his legs wouldn't obey. Vision went dark.

6 hours 00 minutes

Chris was woken up by an alarm clock. The sun was already starting to rise outside. Chris looked around. Fredbear was sitting next to him, reading a book.

- Congratulations, you survived 1 night. - bear told him.

- Thank God. - Chris calmed down.

- You rejoice early. You still have 4 nights left to survive.

- What.

There are 4 days left before the holiday.