Ghostly love

Freddy Fazbear's dreamland.

(Back to Mike)

I mindlessly watched TV as I began to get drowsy. My eyelids dropped. Finally I fell asleep to find myself in yet another dream.

It started out with me in my first office. A fan buzzed on the desk next to papers, posters and an empty cup that sat there. I remembered this night, my first night on the job. I was about to find out what nightmares were kept in this place. After a couple minutes I looked at the clock; I hadn't received a call from my daily visitor, the mysterious phone guy. Or at least that's what I call him. After deciding he wasn't going to call, I looked at the screen. It was frozen on a single screen. The frame was one of Freddy carrying a Middle aged man on his shoulder. The man wore a security outfit. He had brown hair with a little bald spot on the back. His stature was tall, but slender. I looked closer and saw he was holding a phone, the rest was dragging behind. With a sickening feeling, I realized that this was indeed the Man I had been listening to.

After a while I placed the monitor down, unable to look at his face anymore. Without warning the phone played a clip from the phone calls, even though it was foggy I made out a couple words.
"......Heads.......Back room....."
I knew what I had to do. I got up from my chair and went down the hall. Dodging streamers and stepping over paper I made my way into a dark room. I new where I was by the fact I had been here before. But it was a lot harder to navigate when dark. I hit my shoe on an adjacent table. I bit back a scream. A sound came from behind me. Turning, I came face to bib with a familiar yellow chicken. I looked up into her glowing, purple eyes and gaping maw, with rows of teeth to spare. I backed up but bumped into something metal, and very fuzzy. Whipping around so that I faced both. It was the stupid bunny. His demonic eyes staring into me, and his expressionless face gave me nightmares, I feel sorry for whoever made it.

A clanking of metal on linoleum attracted my vision to in front of me. A pair of amber eyes signaled. That the antisocial track pirate was in front of me. I could make out a stale smell; it smelled like death, what it probably was. I heard a familiar tune and looked behind me. It was Freddy frikin Fazbear. His face was all lit up. He was playing his tune, but not the one I remember as I shook in fear. This was deeper and had moments of screeching notes, like a new clarinet player.

I placed my hands on my ears as it got louder. Whenever it would end time spun back and it started again. At last the music stopped. I looked up to see four pairs of glowing eyes. Each had their mouth open.

"SCREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"