The Flow of Eternity(A FNAF 4 Fanfiction)[REWRITTEN]

Fatherly Smile(Fredbear)

He was running down a lit up path. He didn't know why, he was just moving. Darkness surrounded him, only broken by the illuminating road ahead. He was wearing a glowing grey cloak, it covered his bare body. It made him feel safe, as if everything would be alright.

A sound broke his thoughts away. He looked behind to see a shadow following him with glowing red eyes. He ran faster, seeing that it was gaining. It was whispering to him, the words he couldn't make out. He could only make out a few, such as "killer" and "monster". He kept going, however, wanting to escape it. His foot hit air and before he knew it, he was falling.

He reached up, hoping to find something, but nothing came. He could see the shadow hurtling towards him, its eyes seeping through him. It grabbed his neck and locked him in a stare. He tried to speak, but the words couldn't form. The grip on his neck tightened as a light started towards him.

"Putrid fool!"

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Crow screamed as he jolted up in bed, panting in a sweat. He shivered as he looked around, finding himself in the guest room. He looked at himself, finding his clothes on and the dim light from the window in front of him. Another dream, another nuisance in his life that wouldn't go away. He growled to himself before swinging his arm to the side.

"DAMMIT!", he yelled in frustration as he preformed the action. Unfortunately, this was followed by a crash.

Looking over, he saw that he inadvertently crushed the dresser on the right side of the room. A large part of the front was dented in, splintered wood making it seem like a mutated worm. The boy immediately got up and frantically examined it. An unfortunate quirk his powers had was that they were sometimes emotionally linked, making them unpredictable at times. One point it could be minor, like causing a small breeze, or it could be of this magnitude. He fell to his knees and uttered profanities to himself as he held a hand out, the hole glowing as it started to repair itself. It only lasted a few seconds before stopping abruptly.

"GAH, FUCK!", he yelled as he grabbed his hair in frustration, ready to tear it apart at the seams. He fell forwards slightly as he took a shuddering breath, trying to keep himself calm. It only got worse when one of the doors opened.

"Are you alright? I heard...screaming..."

He froze at that, not knowing what to do. If they saw him like this, they could assume him to be crazy! Not only that, but he destroyed their property, which makes it that much worse. He slowly turned his head to see Fredbear standing near the now ajar left door. He looked more shocked than angry, his eyes widened and his ears standing straight. Crow let out a long breath as he crawled to the front of the bed and laid against it, holding his face in his hand.

All was silent for a moment before he heard the door gently close and heavy footsteps come towards him.

"What happened?"

Something felt different about the way Fredbear spoke. It sounded like he was completely calm with the boy, which was a surprise considering the state of the dresser. The silence made his heart pound, which already was given the amount of stress he just released. When he couldn't take it anymore, he answered.

"Just had a ni- ...a bad dream.", he caught himself before he could say the next word. If he so much as uttered it, the dark bear could appear at any moment.