Survive the Night. A FNAF 1 fanfiction. Book 1

CHAPTER 6: The Longest Night

 Michael woke with a start, the remnants of a fitful sleep clinging to his mind. He glanced at the clock—it was already noon. Quickly, he roused Evan and Elizabeth and gathered their things. They were going to spend the night at Henry's house with Charlotte. As they piled into the car, Elizabeth clung to her stuffed animal, her eyes wide with joy. Evan, on the other hand, seemed more withdrawn, his gaze fixed on the floor of the car. "Why do we have to stay with Uncle Henry?" Evan asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's just for tonight, Ev," Michael replied, forcing a reassuring smile. "I have something important to do, and Henry will help me." When they arrived, Henry greeted them warmly at the door. "Hey, kids!" he said with a broad smile, kneeling to their level. "Charlotte's planned a lot of fun for tonight. But first, how about we make some pizza?" Elizabeth's face lit up, and even Evan managed a small smile. Michael shared a knowing look with Henry, who gave him a subtle nod. "Thanks for doing this, Henry," Michael said as they stepped inside. "I owe you one." "Don't mention it," Henry replied. "Besides, we need to take care of that generator today. I'll show you how it works."

They settled the kids in the living room with some snacks and a movie before Michael and Henry slipped out the door. The drive to the pizzeria was quiet; each man was lost in his thoughts. "I've been meaning to teach you how to handle that generator," Henry began, breaking the silence. "It's not too complicated, but it can be tricky if you don't know what you're doing." "I'm ready to learn," Michael said, determination in his voice. "I've been working on my engineering skills, and this is the perfect opportunity to put them to the test." When they arrived at the pizzeria, the sun had reached its peak, casting long shadows across the full parking lot. Michael felt a mix of anticipation and dread as they approached the entrance. "Here we go," Henry said, pushing open the door. "Let's get to work."

The two men headed to the basement by the front door, where the generator room was located. Henry flipped on a light, illuminating the dusty, cluttered space. "First thing's first," Henry said, rolling up his sleeves. "We need to check the fuel levels and make sure everything is properly connected." As they worked, Henry explained each step in detail, showing Michael how to troubleshoot common issues. They joked and shared stories. "Remember that time we tried to fix the soda machine?" Henry chuckled. "Where it ended up spraying soda all over the place." Michael laughed, shaking his head. "Yeah, I thought we'd never get that sticky mess cleaned up." The day wore on, and Michael absorbed everything Henry taught him. They finished the repairs just after 9 p.m., both men covered in grease and grime but satisfied with their work. "Thanks, Henry," Michael said, clapping his mentor on the back. "I couldn't have done this without you." "You did great," Henry replied, smiling. "Just remember, if you ever run into trouble with it, you know where to find me." They locked up the pizzeria, and Henry headed home. Michael felt a sense of accomplishment mixed with a growing unease about the night ahead. "Take care, Michael," Henry said as they parted ways. "And be careful." "I will," Michael replied, giving Henry a grateful nod. "Thanks again."

His mind shifted to the daunting task ahead. He knew this night would be challenging, but he was determined to face it head-on. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. Michael entered the pizzeria with a sense of anticipation, knowing this would be the most challenging night yet. The animatronics had become increasingly aggressive. He took a deep breath, inhaling the stale, greasy air of the restaurant. Michael steeled himself, his resolve unwavering. He would survive this night and leave alive. Entering the office, Michael settled into his chair, his eyes glued to the surveillance monitors. Shadows flickered across the screens, and he strained to see into the murky depths of the pizzeria. The smell of cold metal filled the room, mingling with the faint scent of something burning. He switched from one camera to another, trying to track the movements of the animatronics. The generator had been repaired so the power outages were no longer a concern, but the fuse box seemed to be damaged, sending some of the building cameras into darkness. Michael felt the weight of exhaustion settling on his shoulders. The animatronics had been relentless, pushing him to his limits. He knew he couldn't let his guard down, not even for a moment. The oppressive silence of the office was shattered by a bang on the open left door. Michael jumped to his feet, his heart racing. Bonnie stood in the doorway, his eyes glowing with malevolent intent. "Not tonight," Michael muttered, slamming the door shut just in time. He could hear Bonnie pounding on the door, the sound reverberating through the small office. "Stay out," he whispered to himself, trying to calm his racing heart. But he knew that this was just the beginning.