Fnaf x oc

S2 A nightmare relived

Chapter Four: Faces of Fear

The tablet's cold glow illuminated Jacob and Michelle’s faces, casting long shadows across the dark office they found themselves trapped in. Jacob's hand trembled slightly as he scrolled through the levels displayed on the screen—each one a digital recreation of their past horrors.

The names were familiar: Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, Sister Location, Security Breach. But what made Michelle’s heart stop in her chest was the fourth level. Five Nights at Freddy’s 4. A haunting, distorted image of a nightmarish animatronic filled the screen—jagged teeth, glowing red eyes, a hulking frame that seemed pulled from the darkest recesses of someone’s mind.

Michelle’s breath caught in her throat. The room spun, and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe. That image—those eyes—looked all too familiar.

Jacob noticed her freezing up, a hand instinctively reaching out to steady her. “Michelle?” His voice was calm, yet filled with concern.

Her hand trembled as she pointed at the screen, her eyes wide, her voice barely a whisper. “Jacob… that... that’s what he used to talk about.” Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. “CC. He told me about his nightmares… I thought they were just… just dreams, but…” She choked on her words, her voice trembling. “It was real. All of it.”

Jacob’s grip tightened around her hand, pulling her close. The tablet flickered ominously, but neither of them noticed. He could feel the tension in her body, the fear that had gripped her heart since they’d been ripped from the peace of Heaven and thrust back into this twisted nightmare.

“He was telling the truth,” she whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. “All those years, he was telling the truth…”

The memories came flooding back. She saw the young boy—the Crying Child—her brother, terrified, hiding behind her, describing the monstrous creatures that haunted him every night. And she’d tried to comfort him, telling him it was all in his head. But now, staring at the horrifying image on the tablet, she realized the nightmares had been real all along.

Jacob pulled her closer, wiping the tears from her face. His heart broke seeing her like this—so vulnerable, shattered by the weight of her past.

“We’re going to get through this,” he whispered softly, his voice gentle but firm. “Together. You hear me?”

Michelle nodded, her lips quivering. “I… I don’t know if I can do this again. I thought it was over… I thought we could finally rest.”

Jacob leaned in, his forehead gently resting against hers. “I know it’s hard. I know you’ve been through hell, but we’re stronger now. We’ve beaten him before. We can do it again.” He cupped her face in his hands, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, grounding her, reminding her that she wasn’t alone.

After a few moments of silence, Jacob returned to the tablet, scrolling through the levels. His fingers hovered over the FNAF 3 level. “We’ll start here,” he said softly, glancing at Michelle. “You’ve always wanted to know why CC was so scared of Springtrap.”

Michelle nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Okay… okay.” She took a deep breath, trying to steel herself for what was coming.

With a shaky finger, Jacob selected the Five Nights at Freddy’s 3 level, and the office around them seemed to disintegrate, pixel by pixel, until they were standing inside the dusty, decayed halls of Fazbear’s Fright. The atmosphere was suffocating, thick with the weight of decades of fear and death.

The lights flickered overhead, casting erratic shadows across the floor, and the eerie sound of distant machinery hummed in the background. A control panel glowed dimly before them, beckoning them to begin the night.

As the first phone call began to play, Michelle flinched at every creak and groan in the building. The tension was palpable, and with each passing second, it only grew worse. Jacob kept glancing over at her, offering silent comfort, but she could feel her nerves fraying, unraveling with every distorted sound that echoed through the halls.

The first scare came out of nowhere—a malfunctioning animatronic lunging at them from the shadows. Michelle screamed, her breath catching as she instinctively clutched at Jacob’s arm. He was quick to react, his hand steadying hers, his voice calm and soothing.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he whispered. “We’re still here. It’s just a game.”

But it didn’t feel like a game. Each jump scare, each flicker of movement in the dark was like a punch to the gut. The deeper they went, the more Michelle’s past traumas resurfaced, memories of narrow escapes and near-deaths flooding her mind. She could feel her resolve weakening, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Jacob, ever the steady presence, was there for her after each failure, helping her calm down, holding her close when the panic became overwhelming. Every time they were forced to retry the night, his hands were there to wipe away her tears, his words there to reassure her that they could do this.

But Michelle couldn’t shake the feeling of hopelessness. This was the same nightmare that had haunted her family for years, and it felt as though they were trapped in an endless loop of suffering.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they conquered Night One of FNAF 3. The screen dimmed, the tension loosening just a little, but it wasn’t enough to calm Michelle completely. Her breath was still ragged, her hands shaking, and the sight of the FNAF 4 level on the tablet filled her with dread.

Jacob knew the toll this was taking on her, but he also knew she had to face it. Gently, he lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “We’re doing this together, okay?” he said softly, his thumb brushing away the last of her tears. “You’re stronger than you think. And I’m not leaving you. Not now. Not ever.”

Michelle managed a small nod, her lip trembling. “I just… I don’t know how much more I can take.”

Jacob kissed her, the warmth of his lips chasing away some of the fear that had gripped her heart. “I’ll be with you. Every step of the way.”

With a deep breath, they selected the FNAF 4 level. The office flickered and morphed, and suddenly, they were in a child’s bedroom. The oppressive atmosphere of fear and darkness was even more suffocating than before. Michelle’s heart pounded in her chest as she looked around, her mind instantly flooded with memories of CC’s descriptions of his nightmares.

The first nightmarish animatronic appeared—a monstrous version of Freddy—and Michelle nearly broke down completely. But Jacob was there, steady as always, his presence the only thing keeping her grounded.

They failed the night several times, each scare sending Michelle deeper into her trauma. But Jacob was relentless in his support, holding her hand, whispering words of encouragement after every jump scare, after every failed attempt.

Finally, after countless tries, they survived the night. The oppressive darkness lifted just a little, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Michelle allowed herself to breathe.

Jacob turned to her, pulling her close, his eyes filled with both relief and love. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face before pressing his lips to hers, kissing her deeply, passionately. In that moment, it wasn’t about the game or the nightmares—they were just Jacob and Michelle, two souls who had been through hell and back, clinging to each other in the only way they knew how.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless, Jacob rested his forehead against hers. “We did it,” he whispered, his voice filled with quiet pride.

Michelle smiled, her heart finally calming. “Yeah… we did.”

But even as they savored the moment, there was a shadow lurking just beyond the edges of their victory, watching, waiting.

And the nightmare was far from over.