Dave strides down the sidewalk to work as per his daily routine. As he nears Freddy-Fazbear's Pizza place, he notices an oddity within the sidewalk's layout, one of the squares seemed to be a whole inch above the others. Not something he'd usually worry about but he's been feeling a strange aurora around the front of the restaurant recently, and not the usual, "this place is filled with dead kids' ', kind.
Nearing the strangely placed pavement square; his stride doesn't falter. His ignorance inevitably becomes his downfall: literally. A sudden wave of dread overcomes him as he realizes the last step he took has yet to touch the ground, even more so he now realizes his other foot doesn't even feel the ground either. He properly opens his eyes and looks down, distraught at the sudden realization that he's falling.
From where, how, why? Dave has no clue; before he could try to comprehend anymore questions he feels a sudden stop in everything and goes face first into the floor of wherever it is he may now reside. He lifted himself off the ground, his senses overwhelmed by the myriad of new smells and sights. He holds his hand over his eyes to shield the light from the bright light, paired with the prominent yet familiar sound of the L.E.D lights above. The smell of must being overbearing the tolerable.
He tried to focus on what lay before his eyes, but no matter how far he tried to see; all he saw was a continuous assortment of walls and corridors. Once his senses adjusted to his new surroundings he made an attempt to fully stand and look around further. Walking down halls and halls, turning corners. Eventually trailing back where he seemingly spawned in this strange area just to get even more lost.
Was he somewhere new? Somewhere he's already been? He couldn't tell anymore.
Simultaneously losing motivation whilst still refusing to give up his search for an exit, anyone, anything that may be different, he'd find himself backtracking and still finding new archways and turns.
A mix of hope and dread, somehow more than before, overcomes him as he hears the sudden sounds of knocking on the walls. He pauses in his place looking around trying to tell if he could tell where the sound was coming from. He quickly turns to the left as he hears more knocking but closer. It repeats again as he continues walking in it's direction again, slowly quickening his pace and eventually breaking out into a sprint. Helplessly he tries to find the source of the sound, swerving and turning corners to get closer.
What may have been hours, days, he doesn't know anymore, he realizes the sound is no closer nor farther than it did when he first heard it. Had he been going in circles? Was it all in his head? He begins to question his own sanity; continuing to hear the knocking again, but not bearing the ability to bother with it anymore.
He eventually stops moving and sits on the ground contemplating what is going on. Will he ever get to see anyone again? Eat? Drink? Hell, he may not even have the capacity to sleep at this rate, the constant adrenaline building wouldn't let him as paranoia further sinks in. Unable to comprehend the concept of time anymore, he continues to wonder some more, what else is there to do? He realizes he doesn't need to worry about needs at the very least since the remnant won't let him die.
Then another realization hits; one more disturbing and soul crushing than anything else, the remnant.
He can't die.
Unless he can ever find an escape he'll never be freed from this hell, this purgatory. Most people would get the sweet release from death eventually, maybe even kill themselves to end it sooner but Dave doesn't have such a pleasure. Is this payment for what he's done? Is this the true hell?
He continues to wander around, his mental state in shambles. As he roams around he starts to hear more sounds again. He brushed it off as merely being the usual knocking sound that he's grown acquainted with at this point, but it was more aggressive than before, suddenly he swears he heard a growl or so but he couldn't place where from, as if he could with anything else.
It doesn't fail to once again peak his paranoia though. He starts to wonder some more, quite sure that half of what he is hearing may be in his head at this rate. He continued walking until his vision had a sudden flash of void before going back to normal, that was new.
He stops in his steps as his vision fades in and out again. Dave was overcome with more fear, maybe a light from above was flickering like a few others he's passed thus far, but this was different, it was pure blackness. Something he hasn't seen in a good few years since he's been fueled with remnant, for his eyes glow and usually light up at least a little bit within darker spaces. He tried not to think too hard about it before it started to happen again, but now more frequently.
Hyperventilating, he paused his movements for a moment; at least until he hears another new sound, a step. Instantly his instinct was to try to walk- no- run away from the sudden sound.
After spending so much time alone, the concept of another figure being present became a subject of quick fear and horror. As he continues to run he hears another step, another, then another, quickening as if something was starting to follow him, slowly catching up to his pace.
His vision continues to go dark again, he tries to run faster, overcome with more fear as the stomps get louder, it's getting closer, as his vision continues to flash he made a last minute decision to turn around to see whomst or what he is about to be prey to, but all he saw was black, no matter where he looks he saw black. He could still feel himself running and the sounds of stomps still quickening yet; suddenly everything was still as he heard the sound of as if whatever was after him would've been right in touching distance.
His senses all gave up on him as well as an inability to move his limbs, before suddenly he could hear again. It was the buzzing sound of L.E.D lights, the very same he's become quite acquainted with over all this time. Instead he realized he smelled something new, no wait, familiar...
Pizza?
As his paralysis fades off he regains ability to move as a few whispers are barely heard, suddenly he opens his eyes and sits up.
"Damn Dave, it's about time you got your lazy ass up, now c'mon and clean the rest of the rooms, I already had to do the work you were supposed to do because you were busy having the nap of your life it seems-".
Dave turns to the side to see none other than Jeremy himself glaring down at him. He rests his hand on his head and he looks around at his surroundings. He's back in the pizzeria? How?
His attention is suddenly brought to the other side of the room as he hears a door open; seeing Philip entering the room, looking both shocked but relieved.
"Thank god you finally woke up, I was worried we'd have to call the ER or something. You must've hit your head really hard out there, huh?", "Hit my head?" Dave questions, Jeremy answers, trying his best to hold in his laughter. "Yeah, I saw you making your way in and then trip over a slab of concrete and just face-plant. Was funny as hell if I'm honest."
Dave takes a moment before coming to terms with it all having just been a dream. He gives a relieved smile before turning back to Jeremy with a suddenly less happy expression. "Ah, fuck you",
Dave gets up and walks out of the restaurant, deciding he's got too much of a headache to work; knowing he wasn't gonna do anything anyways. He gets back to the Love-Bus, the sky fading to dark as he climbs up to his bunk. He gets comfortable and looking around realizing Scott and Vincent are gone, must be watching some movies at the Walmart again.
He slowly closes his eyes, slowly drifting to sleep as he hears a sudden sound right next to his head.
Knock knock
