Surviving Five Nights At Freddy's

5 : Jason Bane

Jason Bane. Where do I begin? I met Jason Bane back in preschool, and we became the bestest of friends in the first week. We chased each other on the playground, built lego skyscapers, shared the same crayons, and traded our sandwhiches everyday at lunch. He gave me his PB&J and I gave him my ham sandwhich. Those were the good days. It was the same routine everday, every week from preschool until second grade. In second grade, guys began to hang out with guys, and girls began to hang out with girls. "AH! Cooties!" was heard multiple times a day in the classroom or the hallways of our little elementray school.

The inmature second grade boys began to tease Jason when he still wanted to hang out with me, but Jason took the teasing and we still spent time together, but from second grade all the way to fifth grade there was an unseen uncertainty that hung between us. My mom and his mom were great friends and went to different cooking classes together, and our dads watched Sunday football, screaming at the TV as if the players could hear them.

Then, Halloween of sixth grade, Jason was invited to go trick-or-treating with some people from his homeroom class. When he asked me if it was okay if he went with him, and I reasurred him that it was okay, I would find someone to go with. He had smiled gratefully because it had appeared that he had been feeling guilty for a some time. But sadly, I knew that since I had always hung out with Jason, and only Jason, that I would be trick-or-treating by myself that year.

I decided to be Hermoine from Harry Potter that year, because my hair was brown and curly, plus I had just finished the series, again. I dressed up in my Hogwarts robe and got my wizard wand, and set out, feeling rejceted and alone, without my best friend. I went up to house after house, eventually giving up all together and just walking by the houses, admiring the Halloween decor. The streetlights had spilled pools of light on the sidewalk, and where the light didn't hit, darkness fell.

I was walking down the street, and it was very late, when I saw Jason spint by me. He almost knocked me over, appearing not to recognize me in his haste. He kept running and running, then took an unexpected turn into the woods that had lined the other side of the street on which I was walking. I gathered my courage and called out to him, "Jason!" No response had emmited from the woods, and I began to sprint after him, realizing that something was deeply wrong. Because Jason was alone when he sprinted by me and no one had come looking for him.

An earsplitting scream pierced the air, and then there was silence. I had wandered through the woods for hours, long into the morning, looking for some sign or clue of the source of the scream or Jason, but neither appeared. By early morning, my mother had finally called the police, saying I was missing. I heard the police sirens an hour after dawn. When they had found me, I kept telling them that I was not the one missing, that Jason was missing. I insisted that they go and look for him, but they had just looked down on me and called me a child, that I didn't know what I was talking about.

"Please!" I cried, "PLEASE!" but they did not listen nor care, and I was taken back to my house, screaming about Jason until I grew hoarse. Three days later, a missing person banner appears on the screen and Jason has officaly been declared missing and was never to be seen again. I went silent for days, weeks. And then I began to speak again, little by little, until no one gasped when I spoke regularly. The police said that Jason ran away, but I had always known that something was wrong, that the mystery was never solved. Especially because Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria is located right next to those woods where Jason was never to be seen again.......until today.