MidKnight's Pizzaria/Night 1

( Friday ) Chapter 1

‼️Please note that this story is FICTION. I do not condone any actions in this book/Chapter. This does NOT relate to the FNAF storyline AT ALL. This is all a fan A.U. made by me. I repeat, THIS IS ALL FICTION!‼️

*T/W: Blood, Gore, and Cursing*
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Friday/Jun/27/2018

1:04 AM

Midnight's POV
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Clicking.

That's all I hear.

That's all I can hear...

In my dreams, I see fire. Burning all around me. I try to look around but I can barely move. I want to breathe but I feel like I'm drowning. I see a tall dark figure in the corner of my eye, they look like they're laughing? I can't make it out...

I hear endless clicking, until I finnally jump up awake.

Once I'm awake, my breathing is heavy, I feel sweaty, and unsure. Like every night, I begin my mornings with the same old questions: Why do I keep having this dream? Why can't I do anything in my own dreams? What does this even have to do with me in the first place? Why do I feel so fearful, and powerless in this dream?

The same cycle has been happening since the day I got here. I can't even express my thoughts properly without me freezing up and having a panic attack. It's as if something doesn't want me to know, or find out what this dream means. And it's not like I can confide in the others either, they'd all think I'm crazy ( or crazier then I am now ).

I sometimes feel like I'm all on my own with this. Every time I ask for answers on the heavy security in the pizzaria, everyone quiets down and doesn't say a word. It makes me mad, they all treat me like I'm a little kid.

I have a feeling like they're all hiding something, something big, something dirty, something gorey, something bloody. A scandal may'be? At this point I think I'll be guessing for a long time.

I sit there in my own thoughts until I see the clock:

1:20 AM.

Might as well walk around for a bit, maybe even see some of the drawings the kids made for the others again.
New day, new opportunities.

While walking down the dark and cluttered hallways I see the drawings I've been admiring for 3 weeks now. Kids are so creative and so underappreciated at times, I wonder what would happen if you let their imagination thrive. I think it would be a magical wonderland that could sway anyone at any moment, a colorful place, very bright as well may'be?

Whatever a child enjoy's really.

I keep walking until something catches my eye. A child's drawing, ( obviously ), but it's different...the child is with, me?

I begin to think, that's impossible. I barely just got here...right? There's no way I could've ever possibly been here before I was shipped here. I don't remember going to perform or meet with children...why..? What is this?

I press my hand against the wall, and my eyes stay locked into the drawing, as if I am burning a hole through the drawing. I blink for a quick second, and I see blood.

The drawing is covered in it, and it's altered in a way where I am hurting the kid? I'm not too sure, I notice my hands and I start backing away slowly, looking at my hands with fear. Did I hurt this child? Where did all this blood come from?! I look down at my feet covered in blood, then the floors, the walls, the roof, all...in blood.