the hauntings of GKK

chapter one.... the BEGINNING! 🥶

It had been a long night here at the camp today. Fazgang had just finished hunting and gathering water after not had been doing so for a week and a half now. Lately, there had been more and more zombie raids here at camp. Usually, the whole gang was there to fend them off. This time since Fazgang had to go get food and water, they had left Bailey in charge to set up a barricade around camp and protect their tents and supplies. Bailey had usually been able to protect things fairly easily. I mean, it's unlikely there would be a raid right on the day that everybody else was MIA. So, should be fine, right?

(At camp, 2 hours before Fazgang returned.)

Bailey had sat nice and comfortably on her lawn chair that she had placed right down by the newly ignited fire. "Finally... some time to myself," she sighed, throwing her head back and smiling. "I can finally have time to work on my William Afton fanfic!" She hopped up, clicking her heels in excitement. She eventually sat back down, pulling out her 19300 Galaxy S III 16GB - White - Locked Version phone she had found lain inside a bunker she explored a couple days ago. She scoffed, thinking of how the others would react to this behavior. 'Ugh, they just don't understand. I mean, it comes full circle and everything... and I literally predicted Abby in the FNaF movie? Is that not good enough for them,' she thought to herself, bunching up her fists, her face turning red.

She immediately went to Ao3, her fingers swiftly tapping at the speed of light to update next chapter. "Yes.... Yeeesssss.... YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, letting out an evil witch cackle as she writes her smut chapter. Her fingers tapped faster and faster, almost teleporting as she continued to pour her filthy words out on the page. Her evil laughs continued, and they began to echo throughout the trees, bouncing off neighboring boulders. Her cackles turned to chuckles as her ears picked up on her echoing laughs. "Oh shit. I haven't even set up a barricade or anything... shiver me timbers... they're gonna come for me," Bailey said whimpering in fear.

Her feet quickly started moving on their own, and her arms started to pick up big hoards of leftover timber. "No no no nooooooo! I don't even know how to build outside of Bloxburg, damn it." She sighed dramatically and tried to stack the logs on one another. Obviously, this did not work. The logs tumbled to the dried-up grass, falling beside her feet. Her face turned a bright red. She screamed and kicked at the log by her foot, "SCREW YOU, LOG!" Her burning fury turned to a quick guilt as she leaned down to pat the log and apologized to it. "Ohh no... mama's sorry..." Bailey pushed herself back up and went to try again, not wasting any time. She had two jobs, two. Build a barricade and fend off any potential 'visitors,' and she could not risk getting kicked out of camp.

10 minutes went by, and Bailey had managed to stack a total of 3 logs on one another. Yup. She was gonna get kicked. Her body jolted in fear hearing a low, eerie growl in the distance. "Oh no, they're rightttttt behind me aren't they," she scoffed. Bailey had picked up her speed and was running as if she was running the FitnessGram pacer test. Not like she had gotten more than a mere 6, anyway. She let out intense desperate pants and sweat was dripping down her forehead as she just began to start throwing the logs on the ground; hoping they'd just turn into a lazy pile. Bailey's head immediately whipped around, scanning the dark forest for potential threats. She noticed dark silhouettes painting the horizon, moaning and groaning as they limped toward camp. "Ho' boy... this is gonna be one heck of a rodeo." She had said, shaking her head with her hand on her forehead.

The zombies were probably about a hundred feet away by now, stomping closer and closer by the minute. Bailey has never been much of a fighter; she preferred to organize food and supplies while the others did all the dirty work. In reality, she really just wanted time to work on her William Afton fic. All her regrets came to her at once. She began to sing softly to herself while picking up an AK-47 to shoot at the incoming zombies.

"They say I did something bad, then why's it feel so good? They say I did something bad, but why's it feel so good? Most fun I've ever had; and I'd do it over and over and over again if I could. It just felt so good, good..."

Letting those harmonous, majestic if you will lyrics pour out of her mouth provided a sense of serenity; the confidence she needed to slay this hoard. Bailey looked at the approaching army- giving them a warning nod with a smirk. She held up her gun and aimed at the zombies, letting out one last lyric...

"...are you ready for it?"

TBC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!