I hate this stupid job he thought as he readjusted Foxy's jaw for the umpteenth time. All I do is sweep the floors and fix this fox. I miss what things were like be-
No! There's no thinking like that. No regret, just pride at how clever you are. You got away with murder...times five.
He grinned and went back to repairing the jaw. Suddenly a horrble scent hit him. He gagged and jumped back. Somehow the screwdriver got caught on Foxy's torso skin. He pulled at it, ripping it open. Something flopped out.
What the...?
He grabbed it and lifted it, but it was still attached to the anamatronic. It was cold and squishy. Frowning he grabbed his flashlight and aimed it at the object.
The man screamed in horror, backing away and tripping when he saw it. A hand. A small one. How did it get in there!?
Suddenly he heard a slight creak. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and the room became cold.
Slowly he looked behind him to see a small illuminated figure, shaped like a human. A ch-child?
His jaw gaped with absolute horror. Is this a dream!?
Suddenly the child spoke.
"You found me!" It said cheerfully.
"Now its my turn to choose the game."
The eyes suddenly turned black.
"After all Vincent. You always did choose the games."
He snapped awake with a scream. With shaky hands he felt his face and chest. I'm still here!
...what have I done?
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Those Fuzzy Memories
Action"I still have games to play..." This is a fnaf fanmade story, Five Nights at Freddy's belongs to Scott Cawthon I am not making profit off this
