Too Far

Night One

When the clock chimes 12:00, that's when they come to life...

Or at least that's what he told me...

    I heard the sound of heavy footsteps outside my room in the left hallway. They were faint, just barely loud enough to hear.  I slowly awoke, my eyes searching across the space in front of me for any abnormalities. I could just barely make out the patterned white and grey wallpaper in the darkness.  I glanced over at my alarm clock.

    12:00am

    "Seriously, Michael," I muttered to myself, "Midnight's a little early for your pranks."

    I felt for the nightstand's drawer, eventually finding it and opening it, grabbing a flashlight that dad had put in there just in case the power went out.  I flipped the flashlight on and pointed it around the room.

    Nothing out of the ordinary.  There were toys scattered on the blue carpeted ground, just where I had left them.  A purple desk fan was sitting on my dresser next to a lava lamp and my previously mentioned alarm clock, which was nothing new.  The closet door was opened, but the door was broken anyways.  If you didn't close it just right, it would slowly creak back open.  Same thing with all the other doors that led into my bedroom.  It was pretty annoying, but nothing that I couldn't handle.

    Feeling slightly anxious, I grabbed my Fredbear plushie, got up out of bed, and walked to the door on my left to check it out.  It was probably just Michael being annoying again.

Sighing, I poked my head out into the hall.  Pitch black.  I honestly don't know what I was expecting.  I pointed the lit flashlight out into the hall.  Nothing.

I walked back to my bed, ready to go back to sleep when I heard what sounded like a scratching noise from the same hall.  Curiosity eventually took over as I sauntered back to the left door. I opened it and turned on the flashlight, only to be met face to face with a horrifying sight.

    It looked like Bonnie, but in a twisted, almost demented way.  He was still the smiling purplish-blue rabbit that I had grown to love, but not at the same time.  He looked like he had been torn apart, and was slowly deteriorating.  In fact, the only part of him that didn't look like it was going to completely fall apart was his bright, blood red bowtie.  His previously happy-go-lucky smile had turned into a fanged grin, filled with malice.  His hands had claws that looked like they could tear someone in half.

    I slammed the door shut and pressed my back against it in hopes that Bonnie wouldn't break the door down.  There was a loud breathing sound coming from the other side.  I stayed like that for what felt like forever until eventually I heard what sounded like large heavy footsteps walking away from the door.  I risked a look and opened the door, shining my flashlight into the hallway.  It was empty.  I sighed in relief.

    I shut the door again, being careful to make as little noise as I could just in case Bonnie could hear me.  After doing so, I ran over to my bed as fast as I could, diving under the blankets.

    I could feel hot tears falling down my face as I shook in fear.

    "Come on Evan," I said to myself, tightly hugging Fredbear, "this is all just a horrible nightmare.  It's not real."

    I don't know how long I stayed under those blankets, but I do know that at some point in all on my sobbing, I felt something touch my back.  I got up, feeling exhausted, and looked behind me.

    There were two glowing white dots, almost like eyes, staring at me.  I grabbed the flashlight and turned it on towards it.

    There was what looked like a miniature version of Freddy in the spot where the eyes were.  It kinda looked like the Bonnie design wise, as it also looked like it was slowly falling apart.  It shared Bonnie's fanged grin and clawed hands.  I lept backwards in surprise and fell off the bed, accidentally hitting my head on my nightstand.  I quickly got up, one hand on the back of my head, the other balancing Fredbear while holding the flashlight up to the bed.

    There was nothing there.

    "What's going on?" I muttered to myself as I searched the bed for the small Freddy.  Nothing.

    Eventually giving up on the search, I looked up at the clock.

    2:00am

    Had that much time really passed?

    "You really are a crybaby..."

    I shook my head as my older brother's words echoed in my brain.  So what if I am?  That doesn't mean that you have to bother me about it.

    If only I could have said that to his face.  That would probably make me feel a little better about myself.  Maybe give me a confidence boost.  You never know.

    I paced around my room, not knowing what to do.  Eventually I settled on looking in the closet, as that was one of my brother's favorite places to hide right before jumping out at me.  At that point, I'd honestly be relieved to see Mike wearing that stupid Foxy mask that I had grown to hate.

    Arriving at the closet, I opened the doors.  There was nothing there.  Nothing but a small Foxy plushie.  But unlike mine, it wasn't missing it's head. 

Maybe Mike put it there.  He's left stuff in here before.

    The night dragged on slowly.  I ran into Bonnie another time and also encountered a twisted version of Chica at some point. Nightmares, I called them.  I knew they weren't just dreams, but they looked like something you would find straight out of a child's nightmare.  Or an adult's for that matter.

    I went back and forth between the two doors and occasionally to my bed to scare off the mini Freddys, or "Freddles" as I ended up calling them.  This continued until I heard the chimes of the grandfather clock in the hallway.

    One...

    Two...

    Three...

    Four...

    Five...

    Six...

    6:00am.  I don't know why but I felt safe.  Safer than I did before.  I checked everywhere.

    Nothing.

    It was over.

    I hugged Fredbear in joy.  "We did it!" I exclaimed to the bear, "We're done!"

    I don't trust this...

    "Aww, come on.  We made it Fredbear!  The night's over!  We don't have to worry anymore."

    I know.  I'm happy that we made it, it's just... What if they come back?

    "Then we'll be ready for them."

    I suppose so.

Tomorrow is another day...

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A/N: This is the fourth time that I've rewritten this chapter. I was frustrated with one of MatPat's theories stating that Michael is the older brother rather than the younger brother like I believed. I took a while to rewrite my headcannon and went on hiatus for a little while. But I'm back now and am rewriting the story so that it's (more or less) as close to the Game Theory timeline as I possibly can get it. Also the underlined and italicized sentences are spoken by Fredbear. Sorry if that gets confusing. ~SLTheFuntimeFox