Home sweet ho-- oh, who am I kidding? With all these flies and maggots all over the place hungry for rotten flesh, it's probably more dangerous for me to be here than at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria!
An explanation for the above statement is probably long overdue. You see, I'm not exactly what you would call human any more. I mean, mentally and emotionally, I'm still a person... but not physically...
Fine, enough beating around the bush. I'm a corpse. A zombie. Whatever you want to call me. I am rotting rapidly and should be respectfully buried in a casket right now, but life said "Nay!"
So here I am; my limbs poorly stitched on to the rest of my body and a trash can overflowing with empty cans of bug spray, the pile growing by the minute. How I came to be this way is a long story, really. One that I'll tell you eventually, but not quite yet.
What I will tell you now is that being a zombie isn't as fun as it sounds (if it sounds fun at all). Not when sitting still for one moment means you'll be surrounded on all sides by decomposers. Or when you lose your fingers and your attempts to stitch them back on with your non-dominant hand lead to them being attached backwards. Or when paralysis randomly kicks in and you can't move at all and can only helplessly watch as the hungry creepy crawlies circle around you. Or when you have to wear a mask, hoodie, long trousers and gloves on a hot, hot summer day just to hide the fact that you're literally a dead man walking. Or... you get the point. There are a lot of issues.
Back when I was a normal person, I would try to catch a few Zs when I came back from a night shift. I can't do that anymore, unless I want to be eaten by insects.
So what else can I do? Maybe plop down in front of the telly and watch something?
Nope. Can't sit still for more than a few minutes. Bugs would still be a problem.
Maybe go for a jog?
I don't have the energy... also, I'd probably drop my leg somewhere.
So, what do I do at home?
Walk around aimlessly, mostly. Maybe play some music so it feels like I'm, at least, walking like a rock-star or something. Oh, and also swat at flies and spray a little pesticide here and there and everywhere.
Dang. What a "cool" life I have. Thanks for that Circus Baby and team.
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Another Five Nights
FanfictionFollows Michael Afton as he tries to survive a work week's time with killer animatronics that haunted his childhood. Or is that all there is to his blasted afterlife? Please note: This is an AU of the Five Nights at Freddy's lore made by Scott Cawth...
