Fnaf: Fredrick Watson and the Drawkills (completed)

The mysteryious package

That was a wierd dream. I think to myself. I open my eyes and look around sleepily. It had felt so real. "good morning Fredrick." says a voice beside me.

I jump as I let out a startled gasp and fall off my bed. "why'd ye have to scare the poor lad?" Asks foxy as the drawkills gather around me. "sorry for giving you such a fright Fredrick." Freddy says as he helps me up. "That's okay." I mumble. " What are you guys even doing up here anyway?" I ask suspiciously.

"I thought i heard someone run past the garage door." Bonnie says. "A few seconds later I heard knocking on the front door and then I heard them run back past the garage. So we decided to investigate." he explains. "Did you find anything?" I ask. "we did." Freddy says.

"When we opened the door, we found a package with what we think is your name on it so that's why we came to you." he hands me a plain brown box with my name written on it and the letters S.T. the handwriting looked like someone was wearing a thick glove when they wrote it. "Don't you think this is a little suspicious?" I ask. Remembering when the figure in my dream said something about an object, but after all it was just a dream, right?

"we thought so to." chica says. "But we really want to know what's in it." she says. "okay," i sigh. "I'll open it." I take off the lid off the box and all of us stare in awe as I carefully lift out a beautiful, yet simple, silver knife with a smooth wooden handle.

"whoa." is all I can say. On the handle of it is the letter D is engraved on it. I turn the knife and it flashes in the sunlight coming through my window. despite its simple beauty, a feeling of anger, hate, and sadness comes from it. it also gives me the feeling that I am being watched by someone other than the Drawkills.

"this thing gives me a bad feeling." I say. "maybe we should let yer father inspect it, lad." suggests foxy. "it might have been tampered with." Adds Bonnie. "Yeah." I say. "You might be right, let's go." We exit the bedroom and head down the hallway to my fathers office.

As we arrive at the office door, i feel the knife suddenly turn cold. I just ignore it, thinking that I am imagining it. "I know where you are." A voice says. "Who said that?" I ask as I turn around quickly. "who said what?" They ask. " I thought I heard...never mind."

The voice I heard sounded like the cloaked figure with the glowing gray eyes from my dream. "Are you sure your okay?" Bonnie asks. I notice I am visibly shakeing. "Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just tired." I lie. I lift my hand to knock on the door but I cry in pain and drop the knife as it turns so cold that it feels like it is burning my hand.

"Whats happening Frederick?!" Freddy asks as he hurries over to me. "The knife," I say as I clutch my hand. "It suddenly turned so cold it felt like it was burning." I explain as I clutch my hand harder, hoping it will help make the pain go away. "We need to get you to your father at once!" Bonnie exclaims.

Chica comes over and holds out her hand to help me up, but as I grab her hand I yell and fall back as the cold, burning feeling spreds through my hand and into every part of my body. "You can never hide from me." Says the voice.

"I come back, I always do, and this time I will prevail!" The last thing I hear is Freddy calling my fathers name and the door to the office banging open and then everything blurs around me and I can remember no more.