Five Nights At Freddy's (A Story Called Lucky Rabbits' Foot)

12 A.M here I come!

For a moment she froze like a deer in the headlights. Her uncle was at it again, yelling foreign profanities that she couldn’t yet make out, but she understood
them as they got closer to her room. “-so sick of you constantly avoiding me! I’ve done nothing to you but be merciful to you. I mean, look at this house, it’s a
mess!” she shut her laptop and went to her closet to retrieve one of her old bookbags. She couldn’t stay here tonight and stand for one of his tantrums, not after last night. She would rather go anywhere else, Even If that meant on the side of some unknown road a few blocks down. She stuffed anything she could in her bookbag. pencils, highlighters, notebooks,
books to read… what else? She knew that if she left, she figured she wouldn’t be able to eat until tomorrow morning. but she would rather starve than to listen to his complaints for the rest of the night. He didn’t seem to mind when she snuck off, perhaps it’s what he wanted. He always acted like she was nothing but his maid, and that the only reason she lived there was because she cleaned his messes. He even threatened to kick her out. But his threats never scared her, and she knew he didn’t have the guts to, nor could he afford to. If the police didn’t find her homeless somewhere, he would get tired of living in his own filth, since he never cleaned up after himself.
She slung the backpack over her shoulder and unlocked her window locks. She introspectively thanked her father every time she snuck out for not buying a two-story building like he and her mother had planned on doing when her mother was pregnant with Chelsea. The house was a 2-bedroom, one-bathroom trailer that didn’t even look half as run downed down when her father first owned it. It had made her sad to see his things, as well as her mothers- be treated so unfairly and harshly. As she sat on the windowsill, she heard more crashes and bouts of
incomprehensible shouting.
She gave one last glance to her room, her eyes landing on her laptop for the last time, then an idea struck her. She had nowhere to go, she couldn’t just keep
relying on her friends without having a fallback to explain why she needed a place to stay for the night, and explaining her situation would just make things worse on her end. Her friends didn’t know about her home life. She didn’t feel the need to tell them because it didn’t seem all to important. Despite Charlie being her best friend, she wanted Charlie out of her dramatic family life as much as possible.
Then, she had the idea. What if I visit the old Freddy’s location on more time? Perhaps to even stay the night. It’ll be like a nostalgic reunion. Then she felt her
stomach growl in hunger. She knew that she needed to eat before she went, so she stepped down from the windowsill and grabbed her wallet off of her bedside table. Climbing back on the windowsill, she decided to head to the local “burgers
and fries” joint that her and her friends went to every Saturday night to hang out. As Chelsea hopped out of her window and into the night, she reminisced about the fun times her and her friends had always had on the weekends. Long days, never seeming to get boring, laughter at the place they would spend hours chatting away, as if nothing else mattered to them. Its not like they quit going,
Chelsea just missed having something to distract herself from life. School had helped with that, when she would be home, she could use the homework
assignments given to her to distract herself. As she walked down the road, still slick from this morning’s rain, and the fact that the sun had not shown itself all day, she saw how beautiful the night had been. The street lights giving a promising yellow glow to the streets. It was dark out, and the slickness, coldness, and wetness of the atmosphere made the trip to the burger place all the more enjoyable. The wind would blow chilled blow every few seconds, and the night air was bare on Chelsea’s shoulders, making her wish she had brought a coat. It was particularly warm around this time of the year, especially this last week. Despite the fact that it was in the middle of march, the
night skies had made it feel like it had been a hot day in July. Seeing as the “burger’s and fries” place was just a block away from her house, she sped walked to get there. The owner of the store, a kind old man with dark skin,
grey hair, and eyes the color of darkened wood who ran the store at night, never had minded when her and her friends had stayed late in the night. His wife, an old lady, around his age with black and grey hair, and beautiful blue eyes, was just as
kind as he was. Their names where Mr. and Mrs. Ledger. Usually, she would play games on her phone and leave them alone to their jobs on nights like these when her uncle was just as bad, if not worse. But, she didn’t plan on going to Freddy’s until around twelve A.M, when she knew that no one would be out, snuffing
out teens looking for trouble, drug dealers, or any other type of rambunctious criminal activity. The last thing she needed was for cops to show up, take her home, and have her another sleepless night yet again. She knew that Mr. Ledger didn’t mind, but she had never stayed past eleven P.M, so she couldn’t be to sure. As she walked in, the smell of salty and delicious fries wafted through the air, making Chelsea even more hungry. “Hello, Mrs. Summers! Come alone tonight? Is there anything you need?” Mr. ledger had asked, for some reason, he always seemed to call his customers that he knew well by their last name. he turned his
head to her, wiping what appeared to be grease off of his hands and onto a dirty
dish towel. As he set the towel down, she didn’t get a chance to answer. her stomach let out a
deafening growl. “Ah, got the munchies I see. Well settle down, I’ll get you your favorite!” he shouted out the ending of the sentence as he headed into the
kitchen. When she was around Mr. Ledge, it felt like she didn’t even have to speak. She yelled out a thanks to him, wondering how he was able to be so jolly all the time. He seemed to never feel down or out, always helping others or caring for others in some way. It was a type of peace she wished to obtain within herself. He was like her father, always lending a helping hand when needed. She thought of him like a grandpa sometimes. He would even give her free food when she hadn’t the money to spare at the time. As he came back into the kitchen, he set down a plate filled with her personal favorite. A chili, mustard and ketchup hotdog with ketchup on some fries on the side. “thank you, Mr. Ledge. Its like you can read minds or something, I don’t know how you do it.” She said, holding out the folded $10 bill for him to grab. “well, why else would you be here?” he let out a jolly laugh, taking the bill from her and
putting it in the cashier drawer, pulling out $2 and 30 cents, putting it in the place where the $10 had been in her hands. She took her plate and went to sit down on one of the booths, eating away at her food, whilst playing games on her phone to pass the time. When she had arrived, it had been around nine-thirty. An hour had passed when Mr. Ledge had come to
pick up what was left of her meal. “so, how long will you be staying this time?” Mr. Ledge had asked, picking up the empty plate. She was nervous on how to answer that, but she trusted Mr. ledge. “well, I know you close up at around twelve-thirty, so is it ok if I stay at least until twelve?” she had asked, fearful of the response she might get, the last thing she needed was to be told no. she wouldn’t have anywhere to go for the next two hours, meaning that she would have no choice but to go home. “but of course, Mrs. Summers! I would appreciate the company, may I ask why you plan on staying so late?” he asked, curiosity filled his eyes, he knew she couldn’t lie to a man like him, but she knew telling him would only make
him worry. She didn’t have the heart to hurt such a nice and helpful person. “no reason, I just can’t sleep is all.” She didn’t exactly lie, it was true. Her uncle yelling until three A.M would keep her up till dawn, but She didn’t tell him the whole truth either, so there was that. “well alright then, let me know if you need anything, dear.” He said as he walked away with her empty plate. Passing 2 hours by was a hard task without friends to do it, so she decided to take a small nap in one of Mr. Ledges booths. She did that a time or two, him never seeming to mind. she knew she would need the sleep, she didn’t know what to expect from Freddy’s when she arrived. She didn’t know if she would manage to sleep when she got there. She knew how she would get in. in the saferoom where her father had fixed the machines, there was a small latched window that only her, her father, and other technicians had been aware of. That was the last thing she thought of, before drifting off to sleep. A stern shake had awoken Chelsea from her slumber. She looked at the hand, and then looked up to see the man who owned the hand that was shaking her. “wake up Mrs. Summers, it’s almost twelve and I need to start closing up. I’m sorry to have to wake you and make you leave, if I could let you stay you know I would. But the restaurant closes its doors to customers at twelve. Maybe go home, get some rest there” Mr. ledge had said, concern filling his eyes. She didn’t like to worry him, it seemed unfair with how he had treated her with such kindness. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, groggy from the sleep, or lack-thereof due to last nights ordeals. “thank you once again, Mr. ledge. You don’t know how much this means to me. If there is any way I can repay you-“ she was cut off by Mr. Ledge shaking his head, saying “no need, Mrs. Summers. The only thing I ask is that you get sleep tonight. You look like you need it” he said, adding a chuckle to the end of
his sentence. “can do, sir.” She had said, standing up and slinging her bookbag over her
shoulder. She might not be heading home, but she knew she would have more of a chance of sleep if she went to Freddy’s instead. As she made her way out of the small 80’s aesthetically-themed diner, she waved one last goodbye to Mrs. Ledge, and hit the road.