You lay on your bed.
I tiny Freddy jumps on your stomach.
Owwwwwwwww. Dat hurtie.
A second one jumps on too.
Stop itttttt.
A third one joins the party.
STOP. Ewa. I don't even know how I'm a child again.
You hear squeaking in the hall. Your closet opened.
Clashing in your kitchen.
Something nudged your bed.
The Freddies leave.
Your play phone rings.
And then...
Your game crashed because golden Freddy wanted to play with you.
Nuuuuu. I'ma go die now. Please, phantom... Anyone, SHANK me plez. Chez? Fuck.
{Aw, shit, just fucking stabbed my foot on the corner of my night stand. Aw fuck man. Shit holy Frick.}
Wait... What's that noise? My alarm clock.
Woah... That was a weird dream. Uhg.
