For Their Amusement (FNAF)

Chapter 7 - The Games Begin

I felt sick. I was on my knees, sitting on my back legs and hunching over. My hands were behind my back, and something tight clasped around my wrists. I couldn't move my hands far, and when they did, the sound of chains rubbing together followed.

They were loose the farther back I moved, but I didn't want to look up. I closed my eyes shut and pressed my forehead into the ground, gasping for air.

I breathed for a few minutes, thinking, processing what was around me. My head felt like it was touching solid dirt. The area was dimly lit, except for a spotlight above that casted a deep shadow beneath me. I looked up, trying to see more around me. There were rows of seats, the bleachers curving into a semicircle around me. Above was a tarp with red and orange stripes, and a single long pole of metal where the spotlight hung. I flinched from looking directly into it.

I realized where I was, somewhat. I resembled some kind of circus tarp. I figured this must be something related to Freddy Fazbear, because... why wouldn't it be?

The amusement park that Michael was in charge of was the next big Fazbear Entertainment location; Fazbear and Friends' Family Funland. I may have come up with the idea, but I did not come up with that name. It was still early in development, I think. Michael talked about it sometimes, but he seemed more thrilled for us to go once it was finished than for me to visit while it was still being built.

I shook my head as I tried to think about what happened before I awoke. I was with Michael, and he and I cried for a while. I think he just put me to bed early, and then he went off and did his own thing. I didn't dare leave my room. I didn't want to see if the door was locked.

That night was restless, I remember tossing and turning side to side as I struggled to fall asleep, and I think I completely removed the covers of my bed because it felt hot. I didn't think the weather was actually warm, I think my guilt raised my temperature. I couldn't remember the exact moment I fell asleep.

So why was I here? Did Michael bring me here? That idea seemed preposterous. He may have said he'd be tougher on his parenting, but I didn't think he'd chain me to the center of a circus stage. He's the curator of the amusement park, but he's not evil, he just keeps track of the construction.

The lights got brighter, letting me see the details in the chairs and the dirt beneath me. I was in a ring of dry dust, and I weakly tried to stand. When I managed to get on my feet, I looked behind me to see what my wrists were chained too. There was a bump in the center decorated with stripes. There was a small handle that the chain was locked to. I stepped through my arms so that I could have my hands in front of me instead of behind me.

"Hello?" I said, and my voice echoed, surprisingly. "Is anyone there?" Someone had to be here to turn on the lights.

I got no response, which might not be shocking, but I hoped there was somebody here. I started screaming, hoping maybe there was security nearby. "Help! I-I've been kidnapped!" I yelled. Still nothing.

The curtain behind me began to rise. It startled me, and I tried to step back, forgetting about the chain that restricted how far I could go. I watched the curtain retract, feeling frightened of what was going to be revealed to me.

"Ladies and Gents," an announcer suddenly explained, "boys and girls, and everything in between! Welcome to Bonnie's Friendly Animal Exhibition!"

I could hear rustling from where the curtain had risen. I waited in anticipation, unsure what was to come.

Bonnie, or what I'm assuming was supposed to be Bonnie, walked out with waving hands, as if addressing an adoring crowd. But he wasn't really Bonnie. He was tall and had those big ears on the top of his head, and he wore an actual red bowtie that moved like fabric, so it wasn't a part of his metal. He had no color whatsoever, except for the red on that bowtie. His casing hadn't been painted yet, and the joints were scratching one another as he moved. It must've been testing for how large the metal needed to be, and clearly, they were a bit too big. His face didn't have any faceplates, except for the small bunny snout where his nose was, which seemed to be screwed in permanently while the lower half of his jaw was able to move up and down to give the illusion of speaking.