Stuck In Horror Games: Book 1- Five Nights At Freddy's

Chapter 5: Fifth Night

        Terriel had expected to wake up in a suit, or at least still in the dining hall, so he did a double-take when he found himself back in the office.

              “I… What?” He asked out loud, confused. Suddenly, the phone rang sharply, startling the player. “Y- You’re dead!” He called, pointing at the phone. Suddenly, the phone clicked, and Terriel prepared himself for anything.

                                        Except for what actually came out of the phone.

              The strangest amalgamation of noises filled the room, stranger than the ones from night 2. It screeched several times before the message ended, and Terriel just sat there, confused and scared out of his mind. “WHATWASTHAT!?!” He eventually screamed, flipping up the tablet. The fact that every animatronic besides Foxy was gone didn’t help matters. “Calm down, calm down, CALM DOWN TERRIEL!” He screamed at himself. “This is just another night. Just a really hard night. I got this.” Checking the door lights, the player prepared himself for anything the game could throw at him. He was ready for Freddy, Foxy, any animatronic the game decided to throw at him.

                 What he didn’t know was that there was more than just animatronics waiting for him.

              At 2AM, Terriel knew he was going to have another night 4. He was already down to 41%, Foxy was yet again ready for another sprint, and Bonnie had been at his door since 1AM, and Freddy was in the east corner. Sighing, Terriel checked the door light, and sure enough, Bonnie was still there. The only one who hadn’t given him trouble was Chica, whom of which had been playing in the kitchen the entire time. The door light flickered, and Terriel noticed something. Bonnie was no longer facing him, but down the hallway. The light flickered again, and Bonnie seemed to have moved a couple of paces. Terriel stood up, confused, just as the animatronic disappeared from view. Confused, the player checked the cameras, Bonnie, Freddy, even Foxy had disappeared from the camera’s view, and Chica had stopped making a racket in the kitchen. Terriel put down the tablet and looked around the office, and it was empty. “What?...” He got off his chair and began to search the desk drawers. After finding a stapler, a tape dispenser, a few worn-looking batteries, and some miscellaneous papers, he finally managed to get his hands on something useful, a flashlight. Clicking it on, he was surprised to see that it actually worked. At that moment, a screech broke out, an animatronic’s.

              “H- Hello!?” Terriel called, poking his head out the left door. Walking out into the dark hallway, he clicked on the flashlight and shined it down the hall. He had no idea what he was looking at.

              The game had distorted near the entrance, so much so that it looked like some sort of thick, black mist, floating around almost like an entity. Terriel didn’t notice the flashlight slipping from his grip until it clattered to the floor. Frozen in fear, Terriel found himself glued to the floor as the ‘entity’ turned to face him. Suddenly, the player felt something grab his arm and pull him into the storage room. A hand covered his mouth, or at least tried to. It just covered his whole face, really. Another arm held him in place, making sure he wouldn’t run off. Terriel tried to escape, or at least move his face back so he could breathe. But… the hand didn’t feel like skin… was that… fabric? Terriel tried to pull the arm off him, when he accidentally pricked himself on something curved, metal, and sharp.

                                                                               A hook.