In the dead of night, he decided to wake up and looked at the clock: it was 2:00 AM. He went downstairs and went to the kitchen; It was tidy, with wooden chairs stacked next to the refrigerator, with bills and drawings of her children stuck together with simple magnets. He took a glass from one of the white pieces of furniture and turned on the tap to drink some water.
As he left the kitchen, he noticed that something was not right. I knew something was "different," but at first glance nothing seemed to have changed. Feeling nervous, he slowly headed back to his room, having the feeling that he was not alone.
Something had invaded his home.
Once again he lay down on the bed and looked at the alarm clock again. He was completely horrified.
"Shit..."
Even though it only took her 5 minutes to get out of the kitchen, the alarm clock was 3:00 AM.
Since the incident, he kept having nightmares in which he found himself trapped in Freddy's, with an aberration trying to hunt him down, manifestation of the voice in his head: he had no defined shape, but usually manifested as a tall humanoid creature, completely naked and without genitals with a twisted face and limbs, a messy set of teeth with several rows of sharp teeth, and the eye sockets completely empty as if one were observing an abyss, oozing a strange black substance. The silhouette of this monster vaguely resembled the animatronic mascots of Freddy's, giving the impression that the pieces of these had been forcibly grafted into its sewn skin.
It had been months since she stopped having these horrible nightmares.
But this time, the beast was inside his house, slowly approaching, with heavy steps, to Rick's room. Unfortunately for him, it was no longer a nightmare, it didn't even look like a hallucination. It seemed real.
And even more so when he entered the room, with slow and heavy steps. The thing spoke, in a deep and vaguely human voice:
-Hello, Rick...
Rick tried to corner himself in the far corner of the room. Crouching, he prayed that this was actually a hallucination.
But it was no use, because the monster kept slowly approaching. In what seemed like an eternity, the beast finally came within inches of him. He bent down, until he was level with his head and, with a broad smile, said something that would leave him confused all night:
-The time is coming...
And the thing disappeared abruptly in front of Rick, leaving no trace.
"The hour of what? Of my death? Or that of my deliverance from this torment?"
He kept thinking about what the creature told him, until he thought, in an attempt to relax, that it did turn out to be a simple hallucination.
Still, the possibility of having been real didn't leave his mind.
The next morning, Rick went downstairs for breakfast, making himself some simple peanut butter toast and a coffee.
It wasn't a big deal, but it seemed enough to him. And it was the most he could afford.
After finishing his breakfast, he decided to prepare everything he needed for the evening.
He made sure his old lighter was still working, trying to light it once more. To his good luck, he lit up. The same could not be said of the flashlight; I didn't have batteries.
He looked for the batteries in the kitchen, finding a few, all of them of different sizes. None of them worked.
That left him frustrated.
"Well, at least I'll be able to buy the batteries and refill the gas can at the gas station."
Already dressed and in his Renault, he went to the gas station.
Upon entering, he found an old friend working there as a clerk: Peter Crawford, whose countenance was unkempt.
The two had known each other since they were 5 years old, being inseparable friends.
But the Freddy's incident caused their friendship to deteriorate slightly, although they continued to keep in touch and always esteemed each other.
The faces of both of them reflected joy, with sincere smiles, and it seemed that they had not done so for a long time.
-Hello, Rick! Long time no see.
-Indeed. How are you?
-Well, here I am, working on this pile of shit. Hehe... Well, how are you doing? Are you better?
Rick stopped smiling.
-More or less. I can barely maintain the house, but that doesn't matter. I think I'll finally be able to move on.
-Are you talking about—?
-Yes, about Freddy's.
Pete's face showed sadness and concern, staring at the ground for a few seconds, to face Rick again with his blue eyes, now watery.
-Please...
-That I should not commit any tomfoolery? I don't care. I'm going to burn Freddy's until there's nothing left.
Pete thought about reporting to the authorities at the time, but stopped, understanding Rick's pain. Anyway, both suffered on that fateful day at Freddy's.
Making sure that there was no one watching or recording what they were doing, he advised Rick, determined to support him despite the recklessness of his plans.
-I'm no one to judge you, but isn't it dangerous?
-Do you say it for the authorities, or the Fazbear Entertainment rabble?
Despite the fact that it was officially confirmed that Fazbear Entertainment had completely died as a company after last month's fire, many had the suspicion that it was still standing, from the shadows. Whenever something like this happens, it ends up recovering as if nothing had happened (in fact, before the opening of the last location, another establishment belonging to Fazbear Entertainment, which would serve as a horror attraction and would make fun of the dark history of the chain in a certain way, also burned). As if everyone forgot all the suffering linked to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.
-Both.
-Do not worry. It will be fast.
-If that makes you happy, go ahead. And if things go wrong, you call me, do you understand?
-No problem.
He bought the batteries and refilled the gas can, but not before saying goodbye to Pete.
-I'm sorry, Pete.- He said, sobbing.
-Take it easy. You've suffered enough these past few years. I'm glad you can finally manage to put it behind you. I wish you good luck.
-Thank you, Pete.
Rick walked off to his Renault, thinking about what his friend had told him.
"I hope this works."
