another night at freddy's: night 1

chapter 5

"And he had, like, laser eyes and shit! It was horrifying!" the young man, Dennis, told Mike, "and like, 3 foot long teeth, and this hook thing!"

"Right, right, yeah, 3 foot hook, whatever, did you see where he went?" Mike asked in a rush.

"'Nah, man, we got the hell outta Dodge when it charged," Dennis said, hands spread out in a "whaddya gonna do" gesture, "Wait. He? You know that thing?"

"Sorta, look, where did you run into him?" Mike pressed. Time was running out.

"Like, a couple blocks that way," Dennis replied, pointing.

"Thanks. Look, that thing? It was for a movie, our guy just likes to mess with people," Mike lied, sticking to the movie story.

"Dude, seriously!? Am I gonna be in it? I could totally be an extra for you!" Dennis looked at him, grin spreading across his face.

"Yeah, sure, fine, look I gotta go, okay? We'll call you or something," Mike said, turning to leave.

"Well, hang on, lemme get you my number," Dennis said, pulling out his phone.

"Geez, pal, my people will call your people, now I gotta go," Mike told Dennis, exasperated.

Mike had just started pushing past him when screams suddenly sounded out from down the street.

Oh crap, Mike thought, and turned to the bushes behind him. He could make out the soft blue glow of Freddy's eyes, and from how wide they were, he had the same thought.

"The hell was that?" Dennis asked, turning toward the sound.

"Daniel," Mike began, turning back.

"Dennis,"

"Whatever, listen to me, you really don't wanna go over there, okay?" Mike explained, and began running towards the sound.

"Hey man, what the hell!?" Dennis called after him, until he saw Freddy and the rest follow Mike down the street.

"The shit? There's more? Oh, screw this!" Dennis shouted, running in the opposite direction.

Oh crap, oh crap, oh SHIT, Mike thought, as he ran towards the screaming, speeding up when he heard Foxy's distinct "SKREEE!"

"I thought you said he wouldn't kill anyone!" Mike fired back towards Freddy, who was right behind. Freddy opened his mouth to speak, but shut it in determination, and stayed silent, looking away but still running straight.

Then the screams stopped, and Mike felt a chill run through his body. Rounding a corner, he saw Foxy sitting on the curb, head down and staring at the street.

"What did you do!?" Mike shouted, but Foxy didn't even look up, just pointed to the house behind him.

"Go, Michael, we'll take Foxy back to the pizzeria," Freddy said, pulling Foxy to his feet. Mike heard him mumble, "I wan' ta' go home."

Mike pounded on the front door.

"Hello!? Hello!? Are you guys okay!?" Mike called through the door. There was no answer, and the door didn't open. Panicking, Mike started to throw his shoulder into the door, attempting to break it down. After the third attempt, the door finally opened, revealing a wide-eyed man.

"What the hell are you trying to do!?" he demanded.

Stopping to compose himself, Mike gestured to his uniform.

"I'm the security guard. I heard screaming, are you folks alright?"

"Alright!? We had a damn monster attack us, and you ask us if we're alright!?" the man screamed, furious.