A week has gone by. It's gotten a bit better. The first night that I found about Dad's death, I couldn't sleep because I kept having nightmares about an animatronic biting off my frontal lobe. The second night, I slept a bit better but I had the same nightmare. The third night I couldn't sleep at all because I could hear Mom screaming in her sleep. The fourth night, Mom told me that I screamed in my sleep and I dreamt about Dad surviving the bite. The fifth night, I don't even remember what happened. Probably screamed again. The sixth night I actually slept well and had good dreams. Tonight, well, I have no idea what to expect tonight.
I've been thinking about this idea for a while. My idea is to sneak into the pizzeria and find Dad. I know it sounds absolutely insane and that there probably isn't much of Dad left, but they haven't got his body out yet. They plan to tear the building down a week from now.
Mom was sleeping and therefore, I could sneak out of the house. The tough part was to not wake her up. She was a very light sleeper and the slightest of noise could wake her up. Opening my room door as gently as I could, I stepped out in the hallway as quietly as I could. I had to listen to my mom's snoring while I was tip-toeing through the hallway. I swear, she's lucky that I'm a heavy sleeper and her snoring doesn't wake me up at night.
"It used to wake Dad up." I thought. But I soon shook the thought out of my head. "No. Don't think about Dad. Don't make yourself upset."Once I was at the front door, I gently turned the lock and slowly turned the knob, the door making a sort of loud clicking noise once I turned the knob.
"Shush!" I thought as soon as I heard the noise. "The last thing I need right now is telling Mom where I'm going."After swinging the door open, I stepped out into the night and slowly closed the door behind me.
"Now to not get caught." I said. The bad part about this was that I was sixteen, so curfew applied to me because I wasn't eighteen. I had to be careful to not get caught.
Just then, I saw someone walking on the street. I hid under the porch chairs quickly, scraping my knee.
"Please tell me that they didn't see me." I prayed.
"Gordon."
I jumped up upon hearing my name, bumping my head on the bottom of the chair.
"Ow! Fuck." I muttered, putting a hand over my head.
A giggle soon followed.
"Allie?" I asked in surprise. "What the hell are you doing out?"
"I could ask you the same thing." She said.
"I asked you first." I said.
"Fair point." She said. "I'm out and about. What the hell does it look like?"
"A little before curfew?" I asked.
"Hey, you're out too." She said. "Besides, I was just heading home. That's when I saw you and decided to pay you a visit."
"Well, you scared the living shit out of me." I said.
"I can see." She said. "So, I've answered as to why I'm out. So, why are you out?"
"I'm visiting a friend's." I lied.
She gave me a look that said that she knew that was lying.
"That's bullshit." She said. "You're not going to a friend's. Where the hell are you going?"
I sighed, knowing that I was going to have to tell her at some point.
"Fine." I said. "I'm going to the pizzeria."
"Why the hell are you going there?" She asked.
"I want find Dad's body." I said. "I don't like the thought that they're going to tear the place down without putting him to rest."
"Think I can come with you?" She asked.
"No way." I said. "I can go alone. Besides, your parents would kill you if you stayed out after curfew."
"Oh well." She said. "I want to go with you."
"Fine." I said. "Let's go."
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Survivor {FnaF fanfiction}
FanfictionOne week after Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria closed its doors, Gordon Fitzgerald, the son of Jeremy Fitzgerald, wants to know more about the bite of '87, which is one of the reasons that caused his favorite place of his childhood to close and also kille...