Five Nights at Freddy's: Race to Survivor's End

Prologue

Sinakumi Author paces around her room, her teal eyes glaring through a chunk of an uneven grown part of her blue-greenish jade colored bangs. Her appearance surprises some people, especially since she was born that way, proof shown in pictures, with her tuffs of blue and green jade hair and twinkling teal eyes. Though Sinakumi was reckless and always determined to do something. She loved video games...to be more specific, horror games. When she was a teenager...like around 17 or 16 years old...there was this horror game that came out called Five Nights at Freddy's. Now that she was an adult, in training to be a game programmer, she wanted to make a game better than it. She wanted to blow Scott Cawthon out of the water with something even more scarier than robotic animals shoving their face into the screen.

Sinakumi: "I know! I'll write him a letter! He'll know there's someone out there with competition!"

Despite the fact that Sinakumi was an adult, her personality did not change with time. She was the same Sinakumi who understood the computers better than her teachers in preschool, the same one who knew how to fix the car in second grade, the same one who aced both science and math but completely failed everything else in middle school and high school, and she's still the one who was the best gamer in all of Shippensburg, Pennsylvania. It was a small town, but everyone knew her well for her gaming experience. She wasn't raised there but recently moved in.

Sinakumi: "What should I write...? Ah..."

Her black fountain pen danced across the paper with its glittering silver ink, recently put in to replace the used, empty one.

Dear Scott Cawthon,
This is someone who's gonna make the best horror game in all of history. It'll blow Five Nights at Freddy's out of the WATER. It will be scarier, crazier, will have everyone sleeping with the lights on, and haunted by it forever. You will be impressed, I just know it. I want to make a game that'll surpass even yours. Just you wait...I will beat you...I promise.
-Author

Sinakumi looked down at her letter satisfied, even though it seemed a little to over the top. She hears the doorbell ring as she sends her sealed letter down to the mailbox. She opens the door to see her friend Sailor Pisces outside with her curly black hair and warm deep brown eyes. Despite the fact that it's sort of summer at the moment, Sailor enjoyed wearing that loose, long sleeved, purple shirt. Sinakumi let Sailor in and they both sat on the couch in Sinakumi's living room.

Sailor: "Sup, Sina'."

Sinakumi: "Sup, Sailor."

Sailor: "Who's that for?"

Sailor points at the letter Sinakumi was holding. Sinakumi waved the letter in the air, letting the silvery calligraphy of Scott Cawthon's address shimmer in the sunlight flooding on top the blue-white furniture of the modern living room. Sailor's eyes widen with surprise.

Sailor: "You're...you're sending a letter to Scott Cawthon? Like...the creator of FNAF?"

Sinakumi: "Exactly, I'm going to beat him."

Sailor: "Beat him? Beat him in WHAT?"

Sinakumi: "Game creation. I'm gonna make a horror game better than Scott's."

Sailor: "Sinakumi...shouldn't you like send him a letter when the game gets popular, instead of sending some chicken scratch letter NOW, in case you become a total failure?"

Sinakumi: "I'm NOT gonna be a total failure! I KNOW I'm gonna make something better!"

Sailor: "What gave you that impression?"

Sailor rolled her eyes, as Sinakumi puffed out her cheeks, all Anime-like, pouting like a child. Sailor glanced at her face and snickered.

Sinakumi: "Sailor! Quit making fun of me!"