Five Nights at Fazbear's -- Awake.

Chapter Four

Hey: Little Author's note- This chapter was rewritten, because I didn't like the way I had written it out initially. I felt like things happened a bit too fast- and there wasn't any time to register what was happening in each scene- as well as it just not having the right feeling I want for this story, and it's future. So for anyone patient enough to stick around through my mishaps and constant rewrites: Thank you! I really appreciate the traction this story gets.

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J.

CHAPTER FOUR:
BRUSH WITH DEATH.

Dave Miller stared his reflection down in the mirror, as he did up the last few buttons of his uniform. He looked especially tired tonight. Who was he kidding, of course he looked exhausted. Mitch had woken him up earlier than the sun itself would have dared. He brushed his fingers through his hair slightly, trying to no avail to make himself look at least slightly presentable. Time to pull an all-nighter, Dave! He picked the golden badge that Annie had given him up off the counter, and flipped it around in his fingers a few times, before securing it to the breast of his uniform. God, this was stupid. This was unbelievably, mind-numbingly dumb.

Welcome to the Fazbear Family.

He placed his company-branded baseball cap on the top of his head, and shut off the bathroom light- stepping out into the main room. Once again, he found himself alone in the house, with all the lights turned off. Actually, thinking about it- with their conflicting work hours, he wondered how often he was even going to see Mitch, at all. Preferably less often than more. He grabbed his jacket out of his bag, shrugging it on. After hardly a moment's contemplation, Dave promptly elected that he would not be stepping foot back in that death trap of a car - because he valued his life, thank you very much - and would instead take his chances with walking. He opened the front door, and stepped outside.

August was cold here- bitingly so. Even with his light jacket, Dave found himself shivering slightly as he walked down the drive. You know, if you could look past the fact that all of these buildings looked the same - made of concrete, each one probably a grand total of 1000 square feet large - it was actually kind of a nice neighborhood. The streets were mostly clean of litter, there was very little graffiti, etcetera.

And then Dave rounded the corner.

Almost immediately, the scenery switched from a concrete jungle, to a good old fashioned, green-lawned, all-American suburbia. Suddenly, Dave's area of town didn't feel so nice. He walked down the street, his hands in his pockets- as he passed by suburban homes, their lights shut off. Far past your bedtime, young man.

He used to live somewhere like this. When he was a little kid- he and his mother. He used to go out to the park down the street and play basketball with the other kids. He was good at basketball. He wondered if kids nowadays still did stuff like that- or if they were all too busy smoking cigarettes and starting bands.

Or too busy going to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

He snickered to himself, kicking a pebble with his shoe, absentmindedly.

Right outside of the little neighborhood, was a sort of an outdoor mall- of which housed three stores. One, a general store, named 'POP'S'; two, a cruddy-looking liquor store, and three- the main course. A buzzing fluorescent sign proclaimed 'FREDDY FAZBEAR'S PIZZERIA. Open hours 6:30 a.m. - 8 p.m.' Next to it, was the head of the bear himself. Dave walked up to the front doors, and pushed them open, stepping inside. He checked his watch. 11:50. Not too shabby,