(Canceled) The Outsider (A FNaF Fan-Fic) (1/2)

Chapter 6: The Friendly Eye

      My scream rips and tears through the silence that had fallen on the room. While he just stands there looking at the closed door before him then turning his attention to me. Which is when I erupt with terror. He walks slowly towards me, his exposed endoskeleton smashing against the ground till he's in front of me. I go quiet and stay perfect still. His golden eyes piercing my soul and chilling me to my bones.

With a sudden jolt he grabs me with both arms, turning me around and putting one matted hand over my mouth to silence the screams. I begin to kick and scratch and bite, not that there was much to bite. Eventually I settle down and go limp ready and waiting for whatever fate he's going to oppose upon me. But he just lowers his head down my ear and whispers softly...

"Are you done?"

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Early rays of morning shine over the horizon and peer warmly through my open curtains. The warmth of the sun lays on my back as I take off my jacket and put it aside while stripping my shirt off for a more favorable one for sleeping.

Looking for jobs is hard. They're scarce and not easy to come by. So when a position for a night guard became, mysteriously, available I jumped at the opportunity. Now I'm beginning to regret the decision. The first day was the worst because it's the biggest adjustment. I went to sleep at six in the morning only to wake up six hours later for my first night. Which I might add was total buzzkill. But after the past two nights I've finally gotten into the swing of work.

      I pull back to covers to my bed after having removed the jeans I had wore for last night, not bothering with putting anything else on. The covers press softly and coolly against my skin and the mattress allows me to sink slightly into it. I exhale a sigh of exhaustion and drift off soon into sleep while the early rays of sun still glow through my now drawn curtains. Blanketing the room in a pale tan glow of warmth and comfort.

      Maybe two or three hours and I begin to dream. At first I'm in some sort of snowy forest, but I'm not cold. I wander through the deep but fluffy snow, stopping every now and then to look around. Then I fall of a cliff. One that wasn't there before but rather a pit that opened up for the purpose of swallowing me whole.

      Next I'm in space, but I'm not suffocating. I can see stars and stardust written across my  vast and infinite surroundings, like graffiti on a wall. Without pattern or beginning or end. Just space as far as my lazy and glassy eyes could see.

      Finally I'm in Freddy's. That wretched and horror filled place. The office where I conduct my job feels smaller and compact. Almost claustrophobic. With shaky breathing I cycle through the cameras. Every second becoming more and more anxious until I see Freddy's silver pupils piercing through the darkness, and staring directly at me. His deep and methodical laugh echos through the empty halls. Opening my mouth to scream proves ineffective. Try as I might I can't release any sound, but I try harder still.

      Until a voice forces it's way through the night. The voice is strong, confident and full of anger. Freddy stops his assault on my sanity and dissipates into thin air with nothing but his shining silver eyes remaining for longer than the rest of him.  Again I feel safe. And again I hear the clock chime for six a.m. though the usual tone is different and more like that of an alarm clock.

I open my sleep driven eyes to look at my alarm which is vibrating across the bedside table. Reading eleven a.m. Only an hour till I have to start my shift. With much struggle I groggily slide my feet over the side of the bed. Feeling a little lightheaded I sit back down. I feel a little nauseous. Just the thought of having to go back to that horrid place again, but it's the only job I can find.

Debating this subject more in my head as I begin my 'morning' rituals of taking a shower, brushing teeth, those sorts of things. Once I finally was done and dressed myself it's eleven thirty and it takes about twenty minutes to get down to Freddy's. I grumble to myself as I take my keys off their little hanger and climb into my car.

      Once I do finally get there it's pitch black. Nothing but a couple stars are visible as well had a quarter of a pale moon which stands still in the sky. Giving off it's quiet and reflective glow. This comforts me a little as I slide my key into the front door's lock. But the once quiet and safe feeling of the moon disappears and in its absence a feeling of dread and anxiety replaces it. The three main animals stand still, a little too still for my taste. Almost like statues. If only.
      But the other one. The one behind pirates cove's royal purple curtains. I haven't had a chance to venture a look at him. I mean, what could go wrong? Thinking this to myself I venture across the checkered floor of the dining hall over to the secondary stage. The curtain feels heavy and silk like but eventually I manage to pull up a small portion and look inside the black.

      Nothing stands before my vision except for blackness and a chilling sensation down my spine. A small portion of light shines its way into the small hole I had made giving off some visibility. There's a little rustling of matted fur and mechanical parts. Which click every so often. Then a yellow gleam slices through the shadows and pierces my soul. With a scream I drop the curtain and instinctively race as fast as my legs can carry me. I push myself faster and faster. Soon reaching the office and closing the door behind me with a crash.

      Noticing I've been holding my breath since I closed the door I exhale with relief to find he's still in the cove from the cameras. But the yellow eye that had scared me for a second appears in the darkness but in a flash retreats back to the darkness. Though it didn't look scary or even close to the look of a murder. It looked more like the look a friend.