Five Nights at Freddy's

1. Uh... Hello? Hello, hello?

A man, who could easily pass for someone in his late 30s, sporting a pair of striking brown eyes and a hairline that seemed straight out of a '90s men's hairstyle magazine. He struggled to turn the bolt that obstructed his sole means of escape from the confining office. His breathing grew laboured as the stubborn bolt refused to budge. Beads of sweat trickled down the sides of his face, and an unexpected noise nearby caused him to startle momentarily before resuming his determined efforts on the stubborn panel.

With little warning, an ominous presence relentlessly battered the door behind him. He had barricaded it with a hasty stack of chairs to fend off whatever lurked outside. Each thud against the door grew more intense, intensifying Bob's fear of what lay beyond. Suddenly, one of the chairs that supported the makeshift barrier toppled, crashing onto the cold floor with a resounding thud. His panic escalated, causing him to hyperventilate even more. Just in the nick of time, he managed to remove the vent panel, for it seemed the entity outside was determined to breach the office.

It slammed against the door once more, a force that could easily bring down a bear. Fear creeping over him, he winced and swiftly turned on his flashlight, directing it towards the door, just to confirm that the intruder hadn't burst inside yet. Without wasting a second, he scrambled into the narrow air shaft as the mysterious figure pounded the door once again.

Deeper into the vent, he found himself facing a dilemma. There were only two passageways, and he had to choose the one that would lead him to safety. He hesitated, gazing at the cobweb-infested area to his right, then deciding to take his chances with the left. There was no way he was crawling through that mess, even for a hefty sum.

As he neared the end of the ventilation shaft, he pushed it open, not fully grasping the amount of noise he was about to create. The nightguard swiftly emerged from the vent, regaining his footing as he left the cramped passage in haste. Unbeknownst to him, he had inadvertently left his flashlight behind. With cautious steps, he made his way toward the door adorned with bold, illuminated letters that spelt 'EXIT.' He takes his time to take some extra care to move silently, wary of not wanting to alert anyone nearby.

In his moment of overconfidence, he carelessly bumped into a neglected chair, creating a deafening clatter. A sharp jolt of fear shot through him, and he couldn't help but worry he had inadvertently drawn attention to himself. Slowly, he turned the doorknob, only to realize that he hadn't found the exit out of Freddy's, but rather an escape from the dim, oppressive room.

The muffled strains of the classic song 'Talking in Your Sleep' by The Romantics filled the air from the room to his left, accompanied by flashing red and blue lights.

"I hear the secrets that you keep," the song rang across the hallway.

Bob cautiously approached the source, desperately hoping it might guide him toward the way out.

"When you're talking in your sleep."

He quickly made a mad dash down the hallway, creating another whimper of noise. As the bright blue light swivelled its way towards the dark panel of wall, the shadow of what could only be described as a fox with a hook for a hand appeared, the blade sharpened for its next victim. The lights flickered on and off as he continued to make his way down the hall, each time he ran past one it would shut off. Before long, he finally found the exit door and slammed into it, but it wouldn't budge. The security gate that was placed to make sure nobody would try and ransack the establishment was keeping him inside and it wouldn't budge, not even an inch. He slammed into it once again before twisting and turning the knob but with no luck.

He stopped when he heard the familiar sounds, "De dum dum dum, de dum dum dum." ring its way into the long but empty hallway. "Dum dum dum diddly doo."

His anxiety increased as the sound of what can only be described as the tune of a pirate sea shanty became louder, he slammed into it again before twisting the knob one more time, but it still wouldn't budge. "Ya dom dom dom, bom bom bom bom do de doo doo." The sound of metallic footsteps clicked as the figure approached the night guard. He turned around, seeing the figure in all its glory before screaming as it lunged at him.

When he awoke, he wasn't in the same place as before. Instead in a deep dark room strapped to a chair that encased itself around his chest, he began to look around and other pieces of metal locked around both his wrists. His breathing started quickening as someone or something was not letting him go. Then suddenly in front of him, a mask with endless rows of gears and saw blades filling the area turned on, its red eyes staring back at the night guard as the machine inched closer and closer towards his face.

He began to notice, his sweat tripled as he tried to swivel around the metallic mask. He then tried to rock back and forth but to no avail, the metallic handles would not budge. "No... no..." He winced, the mask was now closer than ever to his face as the saw blades spun back and forth at an intense speed. That's when he began to notice that the bolt keeping his wrist intact was becoming loose, he began to swerve it around, trying to unscrew it. But it wasn't working, the mask was now even closer than it was just a few seconds ago, its glowing red eyes staring into the night guard's face.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" He screamed out as the mask finally took his life, becoming its next victim and with no remorse for what will happen next for him.