Old Problem, New Grudge [FNaF What-If]

Chapter Eleven; Dreams

Alright, hear me out. I don't know if the song above fits the chapter that well- but I'm in the mood and currently listening to it as I write this chapter. Sue me, idc.

I'm going to start doing Questions of the Day bc why not! Anyway, todays question!

What's your favorite song?

Now, onto the chapter!

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Michael awoke in a cold sweat. Wait.. he woke up? Oh. He must have fallen asleep... somehow. Ugh, why did he have to get nightmares? Honestly, it's not like bad things happen to him on a regular basis!

...

Okay, they probably did. But why did that have to prevent him from getting sleep? It's as if caffeine is his only friend now. He sighed; he had looked into this as much as he could! He could figure out nothing more from the logbook. Mike had brought it home with him in an attempt to decipher what the writing meant, other than what he had already figured out, he was stumped. He slammed the book closed angrily, refusing the urge to scream as loud as he could, after all, he had neighbors. Maybe I am looking too deeply into this, yeah, that's probably it, right? He thought. He was most likely right, but his mind wouldn't let him rest. It was at the point where it was obvious he was going to lose himself diving too deep into things, all because his entire life, he had been taught that nothing was as simple as it seemed.

Now that he thought about it, that had probably already happened.

Is this what happened to father? Did he feel like he constantly had to search for answers to questions that had already been answered? Mike facepalmed, now he was asking questions that couldn't be answered unless he met his missing father again! God knows that wouldn't happen. With his luck he'll either never meet his father again, or when he does, father will try to kill him.

Mike reluctantly looked at the clock. 8:00Am. It had only been two hours. How was he going to pass the rest of the day? He had nothing to research, no errands to run, nothing!

Maybe I could try to sleep...

What am I thinking? I'll never have a single peaceful night ever again!

But If I don't get sleep soon, I'll pass out...

I just got some sleep!

Not much though...

With an irritated sigh, he got up. He winced, suddenly remembering how he still needed crutches to walk after he put his weight onto his broken ankle. He got to his room, opening the door and going inside. He laid down on his bed, leaning the crutches against the wall before he closed his eyes, prepared to be graced with the pleasure of another nightmare. Fun, isn't it, he thought with a roll of his eyes from under his heavy eyelids before eventually drifting off into a fitful sleep.

(A/N: Bold italics means dreaming)

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I got up, my head was pounding. What had happened? I looked around me, a gasp of shock coming from my mouth. I stood in what seemed to be an endless void, but it soon disappeared. I was now standing in front of a stage. No. Not a stage. The stage.

Evan hung limp from the jaws of the animatronic Fredbear. The robotic bear continued dancing, swinging my brother around in a sickening way, blood splattering everywhere from his maw. Horrified guests ran around in a frenzy, trying to decipher what was going on, whose fault it was, although, most of the fingers were pointed at me. By now Mark had run away, leaving me and the other two to face the consequences.