FNAF: Welcome to Your Worse Nightmare

Chapter One: The Beginning

"Mom, when is Dad getting off work?" I asked.

"Soon, Cameron."

"Mom, why do we have to wait in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza?"

"It's the closest pizza place in town, dear."

"But Mom...I said I wanted to have pizza, but not here!"

"Honey, your dad can't afford to drive all the way to Dominoes, and the weather is bad."

"I'm too old for this stuff," I complained.

"Tell me about it." I turned around to see a boy about my age (14) with straight, short auburn hair and a devilish grin on his face.

"Hi, my name is Mike. Is that your mom over there?"

"Yep, why do you ask?"

"I recognize her from a meeting my mom attended. Politics."

"Let's go get some pizza", I suggested.

"Excuse me, uhh, John..." I said, turning to the guy at the counter, reading his name tag. "Do you have any more pepperoni slices?"

"Ask Golden Freddy over there," John replied, pointing to the golden bear animatronic by the wall, who was talking to the other kids, holding a vanilla cake.

"Are you kidding with me?"

"No, kid, now run along," John said, grumpily. Maybe he didn't have his morning coffee today.

I walked over to Golden Freddy and gave him a tap on the shoulder. "Uh, Golden Freddy? I know you're busy and all with those other kids, but can you find some pepperoni pizza for me? You seem to be out."

Golden Freddy gestured to the other kids. "Come in here if you want pepperoni pizza with your cake."

"Yay! Golden Freddy, you rock!" shouted out a girl with blond hair.

I walked with the other kids down the hall towards the back room, while Mike wandered off. They introduced themselves as Carly, Emma, and Jacob. Turned out Carly was Mike's sister.

"I bet I can guess your favourite animatronics!" I said.

"Try!" exclaimed Emma.

"I think yours is Golden Freddy."

"Nope, guess again."

"How about Chica?"

"Bingo!"

"And Jacob's favourite is Foxy. You can tell he likes pirates with that outfit on." Jacob was wearing a pirate shirt with a skull and crossbones. "Carly's favourite is Bonnie, because she dyed her hair purple."

"What about Mike's?" questioned Carly.

"I bet he doesn't have one," I said.

"No he does, he does!" Carly insisted. "He likes anything to do with brown bears."

"So his favourite is Freddy, then?" I guessed.

"That's right!"

Suddenly Mike came running down the hall. "Stop following Golden Freddy!" he hollered. "He's a killer in a suit - you can't trust him!"

"You're just saying this to scare us? Aren't you?" I said nervously.

"No, it's true! You have to believe me!"

"If this a joke, please stop. It's not funny!" I said.

Mike ran to the back room ahead of us, shouting "Stop!" until my ears hurt.