Just Sleep, Just Dream

Fredbears Family Diner

This is the story of a lone child...

"Hello! And welcome to Fredbears Family Diner!" Fredbear said, waving to the children walking in. He was a golden animatronic bear. He and Bon Bon always preformed together. Bon Bon was a golden animatronic bunny. Fredbear and Bon Bon sung and danced on the stage together. They entertained the children and made everyone happy. "Who's ready for Fredbear?" He said, starting to dance along with Bon Bon. The children laughed and played.

Then there was one child. He always hated it there. He would hide under the table and cry until his father came to get him. He was afraid of the animatronics. He liked to spend time with his best friends, his plushies. There were 5 of them, whose names are Freddy, Fredbear, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy. His big brother had torn the head off of Foxy to use as a mask to scare his little brother. The kid always hated his brother. The kid only loved his plushies, but then one day, he started having nightmares about them. Five days to his birthday, is when they started. The kid's birthday was in five days, and so was his party... At Fredbears Family Diner.

He was fending himself off from his plushies in his nightmares. They all had changed. On the day they first started, his father had locked him in his room alone. His father hated him. Never cared of the fact the kid couldn't handle watching some 'stupid robots' dancing around. The kid tried to escape, but he couldn't, so there he lay on his bed, crying himself to sleep.

His nightmares were unleashed that day, seeing as Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica had turned against him. His best friends... His only friends... Betrayed him. But they were all he had, so he still loved them. He had to stay safe from them, for if he were caught, he would have a heart attack in his dream, and in real life. As I had said, he was terrified of animatronics. He had only a flashlight, and his wits, to keep him alive. If he heard breathing while at the door, he would close it until he heard it go away. The mini-Freddy's would gather behind him. If he didn't flash them and make them hide back under the bed, then Freddy would come. Bonnie and Chica roamed the halls, waiting for an opportunity to take the child's life.

But alas, Six AM came, and his alarm clock woke him, for another day. Four days to the party. His door was open, letting him wander around the house. Everywhere he went, he could see the golden plushie watching him. He went into the hall and went to the right, leading him into his brother's room. He saw his poor plush Toy Foxy scattered all across the floor, in resemblance to his lost mother, as the pieces of her past and death are scattered across the floor. He left that room and went into the kitchen/living room. Both doors were locked, leaving him to wander towards the TV. He turned it on, and the first thing that came up was Fredbear and Friends 1983. His brother jumped out from behind the TV, wearing the head of Foxy, and screaming at him. The kid fell to the floor crying...

That night, he had seen Foxy in his nightmares. At four AM, he saw his closet door move. He wearily crept up to it and flashed the light. Hearing Foxy scream, he immediately shut the closet door, and waited. He opened it back up too see Foxy had turned back into his adorable plush form. He ran back to his bed and flashed the mini-Freddy's, making them go back to hiding. They seemed to be more active, for he had to hold the door longer and flash the mini-Freddy's more.

Six AM came, and his alarm clock woke him again, for another day. Three days to the party. His father had taken him to Fredbears, and again, he stayed under a table and cried. The exit was close, so he went towards it, only to be intersected with someone in a Fredbear suit. He had to run towards the other room, where the real animatronics were, for if he were caught... No... Best not to think of that. He ran, until he saw the real ones preforming on the stage. He got scared and fell, curling up under a table and crying...

That night, they were very active. He had almost gotten caught so many times... What had happened to his friends... Foxy came at the worst of times, and he even had to stop the cupcake from killing him! The mini-Freddy's were building up every five minutes, and he had almost no time to react. Right when he heard them closing in, and he had given up, he reached Six AM, waking up from his alarm clock.

Two days to the party. His father had taken him to Fredbears again, and went home. The kid sat, crying under the table. He realized the exit was close, and ran towards it. He made it out. He saw a girl there, and went up to her. "Hey are you going to the party? Everyone's gonna be there!" She said. The kid started walking away, towards his house. Another kid was there, so he walked up to him. "This party's gonna be great!" He said. The kid walked down the path, seeing a man laughing. "Hey! Aren't you the kid that hides under the table all day and cries? HA!" Rude. Just rude. The kid walked on the path towards home. He saw another girl, and walked up to her. "Hey, are you going to the party? Of course you are! It's your party!" She said. The kid just kept walking towards his house, and went inside. He went into his room, and his brother came out from under the bed, wearing the Foxy mask, and screaming. The kid fell over and started crying again...

That night, his nightmare was different. All he could see was that golden animatronic. Fredbear. He was always watching, always stalking, just waiting for the perfect timing to get him. He was behind him, to the left, to the right, sometimes, right in front of him in the closet. The kid was being driven insane by this, and he might as well give up, but no. He didn't want to be weak anymore. He made it through, waking up from his alarm clock.

Six AM. He had made it through another night. One day to the party. His father had taken him there and locked him in the backroom, with all the parts from the animatronics there. The kid started crying, just waiting for his father to come and take him home...

This night was the worst of nightmares. They were all active. Bonnie and Chica both tried to attack immediately, making the kid as scared as ever. The kids' flashlight was getting dimmer by the hour, making him terrified. At Four AM, Fredbear came. He flashed behind him, making the mini-Freddy's go away, closed the closet, closed the doors, everything. He was giving up, as his flashlight had a dim light to it. His hopes were falling. His flashlight was dim. He may as well just give up, but he didn't. He vowed to make it through this night. He will see the light of day. No one will stop him. He flashed Fredbear and the Mini-Freddy's behind him. He closed the closet when Fredbear or Foxy were there. He shut the doors when he Bonnie, Chica, or Fredbear breathing. Then he had heard his alarm clock go off.

Six AM came. He made it through. Zero days to the party. Today was his big day. His father took him to Fredbears, for the final time. His brother, who was in the Foxy mask, was talking to three other kids, circled around the kid. One was wearing a Chica mask, one was wearing a Freddy mask, and one was wearing a Bonnie mask. "Your brother is a wimp!" One said. "Yea, let's go take a visit to the animatronics!" Another said. The kids' brother and the kid wearing a Bonnie mask picked the kid up and took him towards the animatronics. "Hey, I think he wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!" One said. "On Three! One... Two..." They said. They threw the kid's head into Fredbears mouth. The spring locks got loose when the kid touched them, and they crushed his head. The others just stared at the dead kid's body...

The kids' nightmares had come true. The animatronics had gotten to him, but he still had nightmares. They all came for him tonight, and almost immediately. Flashing the Mini-Freddy's and Fredbears head, shutting away Foxy and Fredbear, and closing the door from Bonnie, Chica, and Fredbear. He had almost died quite a few times in this dream, and if he wanted to survive, he needed to be quick, but be patient, because if he didn't, he wouldn't get to finish what had started. Fredbear was creeping ever so close, but the kid awoke, for it was Six AM, and he had survived, to see his plushies in front of him, and nothing but pitch black around him. Fredbear sat in front of him, with Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and the headless Foxy behind Fredbear. "Can you hear me? I don't know if you can hear me..." The kid started. "I'm sorry... You're broken..." The kid said, as the body of Foxy faded away. "We are still your friends..." The kid continued, as Chica faded away. "Do you still believe that?" Bonnie faded away. "I'm still here." Freddy faded away. "I will put you back together." Fredbear faded away. The kid started crying, as the darkness consumed him, and he faded away too...

The nightmare, this time, was different. It switched back and forth between the normal animatronics, and Fredbear. The kid could barely survive this night. Fredbear was everywhere, yet nowhere. The others were so silent, yet the silence was killing him. Foxy wanted to come out, and the Mini-Freddy's were coming every minute. As the night consumed the kid more, the flashlight went out. The kids' sanity was getting shorter and shorter, as his reaction time was less than a second. He checked the halls, only for a slight chance of survival. He just had to survive the night. As they all closed in, the flashlight went out. This was it. He wouldn't survive through his memories of the past. But, he had reached 6 AM.

There was a lone box, surrounded by the darkness. He jiggled the locks, but to no use. He tried again, but still no use. "Perhaps some things are best left forgotten, for now." And everything faded to black once more.