Imma try to write a FNiA fan novel.
because I can.
Be warned this is my first time doing this
Ok actual description time:
17-year old Zachary Williams is a young man who recently got his first job as a night watchman. Make sure the place is clean, m...
Meanwhile, at a nearby bar. I walked up to the door with my heart heavy. I couldn't help but to keep thinking about the kid that had just walked to his death. Walking inside, the bartender looks at me with a quick look of confusion, then back to the customer he was serving. It wasn't unusual for me to go to the bar after my shift, but I had to meet with someone.
A voice that I had come to appreciate calls me over to a booth in the corner. It was Daniel, an old friend of mine. His sandy hair was hidden by his navy-blue cap, a color he's sported since we were teens. His ghostly pale arms waved me over, making it nearly impossible to miss him. I head over to him and sit down as he pulls out his laptop, one of the few modern technologies that we liked.
"Since you're this early, I assume there's a new guard?" he asked, a hint of sadness in his voice.
"Yeah, a kid. He's no older than we were when the incident happened." I replied as Dan's face glanced up at me in horror. "I don't know if he'll survive the night."
"If he does, keep a close eye on him. He'll need help, especially now that he has a target on his back. We both know that he'll do something." Dan said grimly. My father has always liked younger prey, and even I was his victim at one point too.
Never again.
"Anyway," Dan said, interrupting my thoughts, "What's the news tonight, Mike?"
"Tonight, we investigate the tragedy of the Pizza Shack." I say, only able to guess what would be waiting for us.
Daniel looked back up at me, "They've already been hit?"
"Either later tonight, or it's already happened."
"And you've waited until now to tell me that he's going faster than normal?"
"I wasn't sure until now. But if he is going this fast, he's either found something, or he's being careless. So, we have no choice if we want to stop him."
Daniel put away his laptop, downed the entirety of his drink in one go, and stood up. "What are you still sitting around for? Let's go."
I sigh, "So who's paying for the drink this time?"
Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the popular pizza place in my truck. The lights were out, leaving the moon's reflection to be the only thing shining off of the windows. I hopped out of the truck and walked over to the entrance. The door was glass, showing just how eerily still the place was. Grabbing at the handle, I noticed the lock on the door was busted, and I crept inside.
The subtle sounds of water dripping echoed throughout the empty building, my careful footsteps deafening compared to it. There was nothing out of place in the lobby, so I looked back at Dan, who was waiting outside, and let him know it was ok to enter. Unfortunately, Daniel has always been clumsier than I am, and the first thing he does is accidentally trip over his own foot and knock over a chair. The noise from the chair causes a response from something in the back. Dan cursed under his breath as he caught up to me.
"Go, now," I whispered to Dan, "Before they find a way out."
"Well no shit, Sherlock." Dan shot back as he ran ahead, making an abrupt stop at the kitchen doors. "In here." He said, right before we barged into a sight that almost made me gag.
The kitchen had pools of red liquid splattered across the counters and floors, along with the matching bodies. I knew better than to hope that the employees were just napping in marinara sauce. I shake my head and look elsewhere. Over to the wall to see writing splattered in blood.
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I stand in silence, rereading the name over and over. At first I was confused, wondering why he'd make an obvious message, let alone something stupid like that. Then I realized it was a name. I was livid, it was just another confusing layer on top of the decades of tragedy.
Dan was obviously pissed about something. "Dammit. He got away, Mike. Through the window. We gotta- what the hell?!"
"A follower, most likely. I think he's a she, so let's go get her."
"Alright, fine. She headed in the direction to Freddy's. I think we can catch up in the truck." Nodding, I started sprinting as fast as I could. We couldn't let her get away, we needed answers.
