That Time in 1987. . . . (A FNAF Fanfic) (#WATTYS2015)

Freddy

(WARNING: EPIC FEELS)

Freddy's legs pounded through the pedals of his bike as he zoomed through the city as fast as he could. All negative feelings coursed through him as the lights of the cars and the city flashed by him. He was angry, sad, depressed, raged, confused, everything. It felt so strange to have all these negative feelings, but he didn't care. He had to find his friends.

He squinted his eyes and found that the road he was going on lead to a large clearing with wheat stalks filling it. He pedaled harder as he went along, seeing that the street was long and went through the field. He couldn't see anything along the road, as it twisted and turned, but he had to find his friends, no matter how long he had to pedal.

The wind zoomed past his face as he pedaled as hard as he could, soon breaking from the outskirts of the city and making it onto the road, which was very vacant. Only a few cars dotted its surface, but otherwise it was empty.

Freddy went faster and faster, time slipping away from him. What would his mom think when she found out that he was leaving? He didn't care as he only pedaled harder and harder. Tears started to fly across his temples. Wind pushed his helmet back onto the back of his head.

The rest of the bike ride was uneventful as he finally made it to a dark building. There was one car parked there. It was the same color as Jonathan-purple. This building had to be the one his friends were held captive in.

Freddy pedaled into the parking lot and got off of his bike, unhooking his helmet from his head and putting it on a handle of the bike. He kicked the kickstand down and started to walk slowly toward the building, hoping he didn't trigger any traps. He couldn't even trust the steps he took anymore.

Once he got to the door, he slowly reached for the handle, grasping onto its cool surface. He opened the door, which let out a loud creeeaaak, like a giant cliche. He looked into the dark area and sighed. The lights were all out and he couldn't see anything. He was about to turn around and leave hopelessly, but something caught his eye.

There was a small crack of light on the other end of the room, which was raised quite a bit. Freddy stared at it for a moment and mumbled, "They must be in there." With a sigh, he dashed across the room and climbed up on the stage. From the hazy darkness, he could see a door above the sliver of light on the ground. Freddy felt for a knob before finding one. To his own surprise, it opened. The sliver of light grew taller as it slashed Freddy's eyes. When he opened it fully, he was squinting. But it was no doubt who he could see at the end of the hallway, looking at him as though he were expecting Freddy.

Jonathan.

"Well, hello, Freddy! Why don't you come with me-"

Freddy's anger boiled in his veins, making him breath faster. "Where are my friends? Give them back or . . ."

"Or what?" Jonathan asked with the slight tilt of the head.

Freddy looked down, ashamed. "Never mind. But give me back my friends now!"

"After . . ." Jonathan cut in. "After . . . after, after, after, I show you something."

Freddy's fear levels started to go up. What did Jonathan want to show Freddy? He suddenly felt himself being slowly pulled toward Jonathan. The smile had disappeared from Jonathan's face, replaced by cold concentration. Freddy slowly fell toward him, as though gravity had been switched.

Abruptly, gravity was switched again and Freddy was thrown against a door, landing on the ground in a crumpled heap. He soon felt fingers dig into his neck, forcing him to stand up. Fresh pain zapped through his whole body as the door opened and he was pushed through. Jonathan slammed the door shut and tossed Freddy across the new room by the neck. Once again, Freddy landed in a crumpled heap, looking up at Jonathan as he walked toward him. Jonathan smiled brightly. "You see that chair?" he asked, pointing to a long white chair.