A Crying Child and A Serial Killer (A FNaF Fanfiction) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2 | Fazbear's Fright (Part 1)

The Crying Child's P.O.V.

I woke up, then sat up, rubbing my eyes. As soon as I saw my surroundings, I widened my eyes of consternation seeing myself in my old room.

"So... you're back here now," someone or something said within the ambient shadow. "Wh-who's th-th-there?!" I stuttered, grabbing my flashlight.

I stared at it in complete fright. It was Fredbear. He chuckled evilly. "Did you seriously think that you would get away from us forever?" He laughed. "No. Even if you're awake from your coma, we'll still be here. Nightmare after nightmare, year after year, we'll always be here to ruin your gleeful morning, afternoon, and evening. Just like we did every now and then 35 years ago."

I became weak and shook violently, I then collapsed on the cold floor, breaking down. All I could apprehend were evil laughs and ear-breaking screams of death.

"N-No... N-o-o. N-NO! NO!!! MA-KE IT S-S-STOP!!! M-MAKE I-IT STO-P!!! PLEA-SE!!!!" I cried as loud as I can on the top of my lungs.

I jerked up from my bed, sweating furiously while screaming. I stopped screaming as Mr. Mike barged in the door looking very worried and ran up to me. "Kid! W-What's wrong?!" He put his arms around my shoulders. I broke down, crying on his chest. I hugged him, he hugged back after.

He pushed you lightly and looked up at you. "What happened? Why were you screaming?" Mr. Mike asked. "Nigh-tmar-e," I responded, calming down. "Oh... What was in the nightmare?" He asked once more. "I can't tell you," I replied. "Come on, kid. I'm your friend, you can tell me anything, who knows, maybe the nightmare has an origin, you know," he said. I took a deep breath and started explaining.

"W-Well, ever since I got bit by Fredbear, I was put in a hospital room and was kept there because of a coma, I was having nightmares of the five animatronics, they were all broken. They looked like monsters. It was so real. I kept them away from my flashlight and doors. The nightmare repeats itself everything. 35 years of endless, scary, and fatigue nightmares. But thankfully, I woke up and felt relieved. When I slept, I-I was b-back at the pl-place, and F-F-Fredb-bear was there. He said that even if I'm a-awake from my c-coma, th-they'll al-ways be there. I'm sc-ared, Mr. M-Mi-ke... I'm-I'm-I'm sca-scared!" I cried when I said the last bit. Mr. Mike hugged me and said, "It's alright, kid. I'll be here with you. I'll protect you from any threat." I wiped away my tears and said, "Al-ways?" Mike replied, "Always." I hugged him tighter.

"Okay, kid. Get dressed, it's time for us to go," Mr. Mike said. "Okay!" I replied before he went outside my room. I went to my closet and saw some clothes. I put on a black and grey striped polo and jeans, I fixed my hair, cleaned my face and went onto the living room.

"You ready?" Mike asked. "You bet I am," I responded, smiling. We walked out the front door walked to the attraction.

So how far is it?" I asked, looking at Mike. "Not far, only a few blocks ahead," he answered. I couldn't believe I'd have to experience animatronics again, except it's real, not a dream.

After a long walk, me and Mike finally arrived at the building of Fazbear's Fright. It looked rusty and torn down, with the building's color to have a hue of green. "That looks creepy," I stared at it anxiously. Mike chuckled, "everything's creepy in Fazbear Entertainment." I sighed, knowing I'd have to fear everything again. "Don't worry, I'll protect you, and I'll ensure that," he smiled softly, bending down to my level of height and patted my head. "You promise?" I asked hesitantly. "I promise with all my heart, kid," he said. I walked up to Mike and hugged him tightly. He hugged back. "Now, let's get inside, shall we?" He suggested, patting my back, slightly pointing at the attraction. I contemplated for a bit and nodded. "Yeah, let's go." I responded. "Alright," Mike said and got up, holding my hand and both of us started to walk again.

As both of us went inside, it looked... slightly clean. The cashier is tidied up, and the menu looked clean, while the walls stayed consistent of its outside counterpart. Everything was silent except the breathing of us and our tapping feet.

Mike and I eventually made it to the security office. I looked back and realized, "no doors?" I asked worriedly. "Oh, yeah, it sucks," Mike stared at it, subtly rolling his eyes in controversy towards the company's budget.

He then gestured to you to sit down on the office chair. You looked at him remorsefully. "I'll be fine, kid, trust me, besides, standing up is my thing now. What do you think I did to reach buttons in the previous building I worked on all those decades ago?" He pointed out. "Yeah, I guess you're right," you looked down as you sat down.

After a few seconds, both of you heard a ringing noise. "Oh, I didn't think the world still had voice recordings on phones, heh," he smiled, answering it. The person on the phone then talked about the job, what to do, the company, and the attraction. "He seems like an amateur," I commented, looking at Mike. He had crossed arms and a face filled with "are you serious."

After the call has ended, Mike sighed and said, "wow. Almost useless to my interests." "I-I was interested," I said. "Whatever you say, kid," Mike replied.

A few minutes have passed, and nothing seemed to happen. "Wanna check out the place?" Mike suggested. "H-Huh?" I responded. "Wanna check out the attraction? Besides, it's already 4 AM, we have some spare time to check out the stuff contained in here and to be the so-called 'legacy' of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza," he explained. "O-Oh, um, okay, it's not like there's anything to do right now, but, wh-what if there are animatronics?" I asked. "The 'Phone Dude,' as I like to call him, never mentioned an animatronic in this building. Besides, I don't think one would work because Afton's animatronics are old and rusty now... and destroyed," He explained. "Wait, Afton? My dad?" I asked. "Um, yeah, didn't you know he worked for Fazbear Entertainment?" He asked, raising a brow. "Oh, I never noticed, since I was busy dealing with my brother and his friends, who were bullies," I answered. "Oh, you were bullied. That's how you got bit," he realized. "Y-yeah, I-I don't wanna talk about i-it, though," I looked away in disturbance.

《A/N #1: Yeah, been awhile, huh? Well, I'm back. Here's part 1 for awhile, I guess.》