Move On and Just Forget - A FNAF: The Musical Story

Night 7

> October 28, 2009
> 2:57am, Night 7

Nate awoke in the office with a pained groan, his whole face was covered in blood. His vision was blurred, and his head was killing him, he guessed blunt force trauma twice to the head was not good for a concussion. Nate's vision cleared up slightly, and he looked around. His security jacket was laying on the desk, along with his cell phone, which was smashed. Nate attempted to get up, but something stopped him. He looked down to see his hands and feet bound to a wooden chair from the party room, and the chair was chained to the floor. "Ahh, great." Nate muttered. There was no sign of the man or AJ, not even the animatronics. Nate looked over to the desk, the laptop was still displaying the security camera footage. The screen showed the static of the kitchen camera, but Nate could hear crashes and bangs underneath the white noise. Either Chica was getting a late night snack, or that was the man. Nate looked up at the clock, it was 3:00am exactly. He had been there since last night, remembering what happened, he wondered where everyone else was. Was AJ okay? Where were the animatronics? More importantly, what were the man's plans for himself? Nate obviously wasn't here by mistake. The phone on the desk rang, and the sudden noise caused Nate to jump. If only he could reach it, the person on the other end could've helped him. Nate felt tears fall down his cheeks, or maybe it was blood, he couldn't tell. All he knew is that he was scared to death, he should never have come back to this job. He should've quit after that first birthday party, he should've never taken this job at all. Suddenly, the phone stopped ringing, and a loud beep played. "Hello? Hello, hello? Hey there, Nate, how you holding up? Don't bother answering that question, because I really don't care. Y'know, I should probably thank you, Nate, cause this is about to be the most exciting night of my life! Killing little kids is fun, but this?! This is about to be so much more rewarding! You've put up a good fight, and you're smart, Nate, just not smart enough to stay out of my business! I was going to add 2 more victims to my roster, and it was going to be good! So good! Then, you had to ruin everything! Everything! You pissed me off, Nate, you really pissed me off! So, now, I'm going to calm my nerves by doing the thing I love most... ruining lives." The message played. Nate's heart was in his throat, and he broke down into tears. "Help!" He desperately cried, struggling to get free. "Oh, and I wouldn't even try yelling for help. That friend of yours, AJ? He's at home, knocked out cold! Those animatronic characters you've become quite friendly with? They're all powered off, shoved into a vent. No one is going to save you! You might as well just accept your fate, it might make things easier for you." The man laughed maniacally before the message ended. Nate continued to try and free himself, but the ropes burned his wrists every time he pulled. Nate yelled in pain and frustration, the burns hurt so much, but he had to keep trying. "Come on! Damn you!" He shouted, trying to loosen the ropes just enough to get his hands free. All of the sudden, the man walked into the room, a terrifying looking chainsaw in his hand. The man looked at Nate, before pulling a kitchen knife out of his costume and stabbing it into the desk. "You know? I admire your courage, Nate, so I'll try to make this even worse for you. Long story short, I'm going to kill you, but not before I make the last few minutes of your life a living hell." The man said, placing his chainsaw on the desk and crushing the laptop. Nate glared at him, breathing heavily. "You know those little animatronics? Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy... I created all of them." The man began walking in a circle around Nate. "I made the suits, but I also made something so much more. Those animatronics never used to be alive, before they were just a metal shell with nuts and bolts. Then, I turned them into something beautiful. You know about those kids that went missing all those years go? The bodies that were never found?" The man asked. "Yeah, I know you killed them and lied about it save your own ass. Get to the point." He answered. "Well, let's just say, the souls of those children found new bodies. Ones that will last them forever." It took Nate a second to make the connection, but when he did, he felt anger well up inside him. "You piece of shit!" Nate yelled, he couldn't believe what this monster had done. The man snickered evilly, amused by Nate's words. "I can see how that frustrates you, being that they are your friends. Think on the bright side, because of me, they will live forever! People will come and go, time will pass, but they will never leave! Their spirits will live on inside these walls. They should be thanking me, really." The man told him. Nate couldn't believe what he had just heard, this was the most twisted individual he had ever had the displeasure of meeting. "No, you're wrong. You took away their childhood! You took away their families, their friends, their lives! They will never leave this wretched place because of what you've done, and because of your lies they will forever be hated! They were just kids, innocent kids, and you put them through a nightmare they will never wake up from." Nate told him. The man stopped in front of Nate, turning to face him. "What makes you think I care?" The man asked. Nate shook his head in disgust, he couldn't bring himself to look the man in the face. "Go to Hell." Nate said quietly.
"What did you say?"
"I said go to Hell, you filthy, fucked up bastard!"
The man punched Nate in the stomach, causing Nate to hunch over in pain. He tried his best not to react, this guy thrived off intimidation and if he knew Nate was scared of him, he'd just use it to his advantage. Nate looked back up at the man, he had to keep getting under his skin. "You know, I think I've figured out why you prey on helpless little kids." Nate told him.
"Oh really, why?"
"Cause innocent children are the only ones you can intimidate with that stupid suit of yours."
"You think you're real funny, don't you?"
"Hilarious, actually."
"Oh, you're just asking for it!"
"What? You think I'm scared of you? C'mon, I know under that mask you're a just a weak, pathetic man who ruins people's lives because you can't fix you're own!"
Nate could see the anger in the man's body language. His plan was working, despite the fact he felt like his heart was about to burst from beating so hard. He just had to make it until 6:00am, then the daytime security guard would arrive and find him. "What's wrong, not used to someone who isn't absolutely terrified of you?" Nate teased him, causing the man to strike him in the chest with his fist. Nate coughed, but acted like the punch didn't effect him. "Think I can't take a punch?" Nate questioned the man. In reality, Nate didn't know how much more he could take. His body was in pain, and no matter how good he was at hiding it, Nate was terrified. He looked up at the clock, it was nearly 4:00am. He still had over 2 hours before anyone arrived, which meant he had to keep up his tough-guy act. "Nate, you're a tough one to break, and I'd be lying if I didn't find you a little amusing. Nonetheless, when I do break you, it will be so much more satisfying."
"Ha. Good luck with that."
"Luck? I don't need it. You'd be better off keeping it for yourself."
Nate scoffed as the man started to pace back and forth. Nate could tell he was thinking hard under that mask, maybe Nate's words were getting to him? For a while, not a word was spoken. The man just paced back and forth while Nate struggled with the ropes that kept him there, if he got just a little slack, he could probably wriggle his hands free. Time passed, the man stopped pacing and turned to face Nate. Nate looked up, curious as to why the the man had suddenly stopped. "Can I ask you a question?" The man asked. "I can't really say "no,"can I?"
"Why did you keep coming back?"
Nate was silent for moment, this guy couldn't actually be interested in anything he did. However, if he answered the question, it would distract the man. "Well, I need the money, and the job is easy enough. I mean, just sit and watch cameras for a few hours? How much easier could it get? Uhh, but the main reason is those little animatronics. I feel bad for them, stuck here with no one that cares about them. I came back so they could just have someone to talk to, someone that actually cared what they felt, I guess." Nate explained. The man seemed taken aback, that didn't seem to be the answer he was expecting. "I don't know whether you're honorable or just damn stupid." The man replied. "Although, it doesn't really matter now, being that you won't live long enough to see the crack of dawn." He added. Nate acknowledged his comment by raising his eyebrows. "Well, if that was true, you'd be trying a lot harder. So far, you haven't done anything but piss me off." Nate told him. The man started to laugh, a laugh that sent chills down Nate's spine. "You want me try harder?" The man repeated in a question. "Yeah! I do! You talk such a big game, but have nothing to show for it." Nate snapped back. "Oh, Nate, you should be careful what you wish for! Didn't your parents teach you to keep your mouth shut?"
"They did, but they also taught me not to tolerate assholes."
"Oh, man, am I going to enjoy this!"
"What?!"
"Fulfilling your wish, of course!"
The man pulled the kitchen knife out of the desk and approached Nate. Nate started to breath heavily, he tried to keep his cool, he just had to hang on a little longer. The man took his free hand and punched Nate right in the ribs, Nate gasped with pain. The man struck him again, and Nate was starting to feel the blows take a toll on him. He spat blood out of his mouth, then looked back at the man with determination. "I know you'll break soon, Nate, you can't keep this up forever."
"I don't have to keep it up forever, just until you can't!" Nate said through his pain. The man punched him in the face, and Nate accidentally let out a yell. After letting the initial sting where off for a moment, Nate looked back to the man again, his face bloodied badly. "Oh, Nate, you look awful. I almost feel bad for you."
"Don't worry about me." Nate replied with a pained groaned.
"Well, in that case."
The man swung at Nate again, making contact with his ribs once more. He was in so much pain, blood was dripping down his face, his ribs were definitely broken, and it was getting hard to breathe. Nate glanced up at the clock, 5:39am, he only had a few more minutes to go, and that kept him going. He was going to make it out of here, he wasn't going to give this guy the satisfaction. The man looked up at the clock too, then he turned back to Nate. "Well, I think this as gone on long enough." The man said. "Giving up so soon? You haven't even threatened me with that fancy chainsaw yet." Nate commented with gritted teeth. "Ha! I'm not going to waste my favorite weapon on you. That'd be an insult to its worth." The man replied. The man got up and rested his back against the desk for a moment, staring at the clock. When it struck 5:45am, he unexpectedly sprung at Nate, holding the knife up to his throat. Nate's eyes widened, and he lifted his chin to avoid the sharp blade. The two stayed like that for a moment, both silent. The man had finally lost it, he was eager to kill. "Do it!" Nate told him, his voice breaking. "No, not like this. It'll be too quick, you deserve to suffer." With that, the man jammed the blade into Nate's stomach, and he screamed in pain. The man ripped the blade out, and Nate winced. "You son of a bitch!" Nate said through his tears. "I told you, Nate. Careful what you wish for."
Nate could feel the warmth of blood flowing down his torso. He could tell the wound was deep, but it would take a while for him bleed out. The man watched him closely, amused by Nate's agony. "Hey, dirtbag, over here!" A voice called from the door. Nate and the man looked over to see AJ, and he was pissed. "Oh, thank God." Nate whispered, sighing with relief. "You! You're supposed to be at home with a headache!" The man exclaimed, surprised at AJ's appearance. "That's what Advil's for, jackass. Hang on, Nate, officers are on the way!" AJ added. The man started walking towards him angrily. "Do not come any closer!" AJ demanded, pointing a gun at the man. "Do you even know how to use that thing?" The man asked, stopping in his tracks.
"If I didn't know how to use it, why would I have it?"
Nate could tell he was bluffing, AJ had no clue how to use the weapon in his hand. Nate felt himself starting to get weak, it was getting harder to to keep himself upright in the chair. "Nate's running out of time, AJ. You going to keep me here or are you going to save him?" The man asked.
"I save him by making sure you get what you deserve."
"Big words, AJ, such big words. You really think he can hold on until paramedics arrive? Look at him, he's loosing blood, AJ."
AJ glanced in Nate's direction, and Nate looked up at him with pain in his eyes.
"I'll tell you what, AJ. Put the gun down, let me leave, and you can maybe have a chance to save him."
"Don't do it!" Nate yelled.
"C'mon, AJ, you know it's the only way."
AJ sighed, he looked at Nate once again. His face was covered in gashes and bruises, his shirt was damp with blood from his stab wound, he could barely keep his head up. The man was right, Nate wouldn't make it unless AJ helped him now. "You better run like Hell out of here, I'm giving you 5 seconds." AJ told the man.
"AJ, no." Nate said weakly.
The man turned around, grabbed his weapons off the desk and booked it out of the office. AJ rushed over to Nate, he untied this ropes and helped him onto the floor. "You shouldn't have done that, I'm fine." Nate told him.
"No, Nate, you're not fine! You're bleeding out!"
"I'm okay."
AJ grabbed a hanker-chief out of his pocket and pressed it against Nate's wound, trying to control the bleeding. "I sure hope that thing isn't used." Nate commented with a weak laugh.
"Only once or twice."
"That's disgusting."
"Well, would you rather bleed out?"
"Uhh, no, not really."
"That's what I thought."
AJ continued to apply pressure, and Nate wiped blood off his face. "The animatronics." Nate started. "They're powered off, he shoved them into one of the vents."
"I'll save them once I save you."
Suddenly, sirens could be heard from outside. Police rushed in first, securing the scene, then paramedics came and tended to Nate. They controlled the bleeding from his stab wound, cleaned and patched up his face, then loaded him into the ambulance. AJ stayed behind to talk with police, but gave Nate his cell phone in case he needed it. Nate felt relieved, he cried on the way to the hospital, the events of the night finally catching up to him. In the moment he had to be tough, but now that everything was over, he could let his emotions show. That was the scariest night of his life, and no matter how much he cared about those animatronics, he never wanted to go back. He was done with Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, he wanted to move on and just forget. Forget the trauma he endured, move on with his life. He could find another job, one that didn't involve haunted animatronics and maniacs.

> October 30, 2009
> 3:29pm

Nate woke up in a hospital bed with AJ by his side once again. "Am I the only one experiencing Deja Vu?" AJ asked.
"Nope. Not just you."
"How are you doing, man?"
"Well, despite feeling like Hell and nearly dying, never better."
AJ let out a small laugh, and Nate smiled at him. Nate was in quite a bit of pain still, even though he was loaded with pain-killers.
"They want to keep you here another day or two until they know you're going to be okay." AJ told him.
"I understand. You don't have to stay, I think I'm pretty safe here."
"No way, I'm not leaving until you leave. What kind of friend would I be if I left you in your current state?"
"You're sure?"
"Positive."
"Thanks, I appreciate it."
The room fell silent for a few moments,  both Nate and AJ were lost in their own thoughts. Nate couldn't shake the images from the previous nights, the screams of the little boy, the pain he endured, the man's sick acts just wouldn't leave his mind. He shuttered, he tried to think about other things. He tried to get rid of the events that haunted him, but they wouldn't leave him alone. He had to get out of his head before he started crying. "So, what happened to you after you got knocked out?" Nate asked AJ.
"I woke up on my living room floor, worst headache of my life. It took me a few minutes to remember what happened, but when I did I remembered you and the animatronics. I immediately rushed to the pizzeria, luckily I got there when I did."
"No kidding." Nate answered. He paused for a moment, before speaking again. "You saved my life, man. Thank you."
"Don't mention it.
"No, seriously, thank you."
"You're welcome, although I'm not sure if you want to thank me just yet. We're both going to be screwed up for the rest of our lives, maybe you would've been better off dead." AJ said sarcastically, trying to lighten the mood. Nate chuckled, he admired AJ's ability to bring humor to any situation. Nate thought for a moment, there was so many things that tore at him. His experience at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzia was far from good, it was horrible, actually. Despite that though, if he hadn't taken the job, he never would've met AJ, or the animatronics. Oh, the animatronics, he had forgotten about them. "How are the animatronics?" Nate asked.
"They're okay. I found them and turned them back on, they're shaken but they'll be alright."
"Good to hear." Nate answered. He was silent for another minute, then he spoke again. "AJ, can you promise me something?"
"Yeah, what is it?"
"Will you take care of them? I mean, if you go back, of course.
"Yeah, absolutely."
"Also, make sure they know I didn't quit because of them."
"I'll tell them. I'm sure they'll understand, I definitely don't blame you for not wanting to return."
"Thanks, man."
"No problem."
The conversation ended, and with it, so did Nate's time at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. When he got discharged from the hospital, AJ drove him home. Nate applied for more jobs that same night, and got hired to be the lead singer of a rock band trying to make a name for themselves. Years passed, Nate and AJ lost contact. Nate had almost forgotten about the events that caused him so much pain, they gnawed at him occasionally, but not enough to stop him from moving on. For Nate, things were going well. His band was growing in popularity, he enjoyed making music and even started uploading videos to YouTube under the name "NateWantsToBattle," which was starting to gain some traction. After the events that happened at Freddy's, Nate was happy again. He did occasionally wonder how the animatronics and AJ were, but he was too busy to ever find out. Nate was doing well, that was until things started going downhill. Nate's band broke up, and his YouTube channel wasn't performing as well as it was. Nate could no longer make a living for himself, and he was battling financial struggles. He began looking for another job again, but nothing ever followed through. Then, one night, the phone rang. August 28, 2015, almost seven years following his experience at Freddy's, Nate picked up the phone to hear a familiar "Hello?! Hello, hello?!" The restaurant was desperate for a security guard, and Nate was desperate for a job. So, in a moment of pure helplessness, Nate took the job once again. In his return, he met Mark Fisbach, a man wanted for attempted murder after accidentally putting three rounds in the chest of Freddy's janitor. He had mistaken the poor janitor for an animatronic, Mark hadn't yet learned that the animatronic characters were no threat to him. Together, Mark, Nate, along with AJ, encountered the man once again. This time, they burned Freddy's to the ground, with the man in it. Not before the man cut through AJ with his chainsaw, unfortunately. The worst thing about it, though, was the fact that the man didn't burn with the restaurant. He called Nate a day later with all kinds of threats and scare tactics, such as "there's no where you can hide where I won't find you." Nate didn't let the man get to him, he had already done that before. So, he threw his phone into a fountain and walked home. Nate was leaving that part of his life behind, and Mark was doing the same, until one night Nate received a desperate voicemail five years later...