Literal Nightmares - A FNAF AU

Chapter 4: Fredbear's Tale

My mid-term exams has started, so updates would probably be slower. Probably. I'm still determined to finish up the next chapter quickly though!

Forgive me! :)

(Nevermind they're over ^^)

Our car managed to drive home safely and we got out hastily, and Vincent locked the front door as soon as we got in the house.

We've had our dinner back at Fredbear's, so Sam told us to do our nightly routines to go to bed. "I'll keep watch until midnight tonight," Vincent told us before we went to our rooms.

"Don't be scared," he gently said to us, and he stroked my hair reassuringly, and we gave him small smiles. "We're here for you."

When I got into my room, I immediately placed my plush Fredbear on my bed and took out a sewing kit (I always kept a sewing kit, just in case one of my plushies got hurt) out of my closet. Then I hurriedly picked Fredbear up and placed him on my desk, sat down on my chair, and bent over him to sew his torn ear-hole shut.

A few peaceful, silent minutes passed as I worked, but as I did, I started to feel uneasy, like I wasn't alone anymore...

I spun around on my seat to look around for anything unusual in my room. There was nothing, of course.

Probably just my imagination playing with me, as it usually does.

But the silence seemed pressing now, not so peaceful anymore. I could feel it, but yet, there seemed to be nothing wrong.

You're just imagining things, Chris, I snapped to myself in my mind. Just get back to work, finish it up, and get to bed. Easy, right?

"Okay..." I quietly mumbled uncertainly, and slowly turned back around to look at Fredbear again, picking up the needle.

But when I sank the needle into Fredbear's plush head again, I heard a definite thump.

But before I could react, a massive furry something quickly closed around my mouth, making me unable to yell.

I let out a muffled scream of shock and fear, dropping my needle as the furry arm dragged me away from my chair. I tried to shout or make a ruckus as I tore at the furry arm with my hands, but my attempts in struggling were proven futile.

The Something dropped me on my bed, still keeping its hand on my mouth. It was right above me now.

I opened my fearful eyes to realize that the figure was Fredbear himself—definitely not a plushie, but the large golden bear I used to know.

"Ssssshhh!" he hissed a strangled whisper, desperately pressing a finger on his mouth, indicating me to stay quiet. "Please don't make a sound! I swear I won't hurt you!"

I stopped struggling, my blue eyes wide with fear. I was still afraid of him—I mean, why wouldn't I? Wouldn't you be scared of someone who had turned into a heavily armed monster twice their size less than two hours ago?

Cautiously, slowly, he removed his furry paw away from my face, and as he had requested me, I stayed quiet—but was still panting and gasping in fear.

He gently lifted me up and sat me on my bed. "You okay? Did I hurt you?" he asked me worriedly, and I shook my head quickly, not taking my eyes off of his.

"Good." He grinned a nervous grin, noticeably trying to regain my trust. As my Fredbear plush was still on my desk, and my other plushies sitting in my closet, I had nothing to hug, so I hugged myself, still showing distrust. "W-why are you here?" I stammered.