Five Nights at Freddy's

Fredbear.

After several hours of checking my room, I grew tired and wanted to sleep, but there was something on my bed I was afraid of. I didn't know what it was. 

Maybe I should sleep on the floor - I thought to myself.

I curled up on the floor but it didn't help. There was banging on the right door and footsteps coming from the left. And...music? There was music playing. 

I yelled 'STOP' but soon realised that was a mistake. 

I turned around to see three miniature versions of Freddy screaming at me and they wouldn't stop screaming. The music got louder. My closest began to shake rapidly until Foxy burst out staring me in the eye...but it was just a plush Foxy earlier...

I was scared for my life, I hid under the bed. 

That too was a bad error on my part.

The actual Freddy was under my bed, as if he was monitoring his minions as well as me, all this time. He tried to grab me but I rushed out from under the bed. He crawled out and looked down at me angrily as if I woke him from a nice sleep. 

Then the right door broke open from the banging and in came Chica...she held her cupcake which was also alive, it hissed at me. 

Then from the left door, in came Bonnie. Why were they here?

They stared at me as the music got louder and louder. Foxy looked like he was going to pounce on me until then...the music stopped and everything froze except me. 

I walked around the room and nothing moved. I couldn't escape. 

Then from where I'd been sitting, from under the ground popped up a face. A happy one. Whatever it was rose from the floor and into the room, it floated above me.

It and I were the only moving things in the room...as if it stopped time...or them.

The strange creature approached me, that's where the music was coming from too. My ears hurt. The music grew louder but everything was still. The creature pulled out a music box from it's chest and handed it to me, still smiling. I took it and opened it. Inside was a picture of Fredbear. The animatronic that haunted me my whole life. He was the one I hated most.

Then I looked back up, and the creature was gone. The other animatronics began to blink, they looked at me and then they walked out of the room. Almost as if they were afraid of me. What happened? When would it end? 

The room was silent for a few moments. Nothing lurked anymore, yet I still felt more scared than ever. Why? I soon found out. 

I gazed at the picture of Fredbear, wondering why the creature I saw gave it to me. Was it to scare me? Perhaps so. 

I closed the box and threw it out of the room. 

Bad idea. 

I heard an animatronic stomp into my room, so I hid under the covers in my bed. It sniffed around the room and then stomped towards my bed. I felt it stare right at me, I knew it saw me hiding here. Was this the end? 

I decided to give in and face my fear. I knew they were evil. I was dead. 

I peered over the covers to see my worst nightmare, Fredbear. He was hideous as ever. 

I screamed, and with that, my life, had ended.