Too Far

Night Two

Evan!  Wake up!  Someone's here!

    "Huh?  What time is it?"

    I sluggishly looked at the clock.

    12:00am.

    Just great.

    "Why'd you wake me up?" I asked Fredbear, "It's midnight, which was when they showed up last night."

    Yeah, but they're here.  And I don't plan on dying any time soon.

    "Fredbear, you're a stuffed animal.  I don't think you can die.  Plus, I don't even know how you're alive in the first place.  Or even if you are alive and not just a figment of my imagination."

    Evan, you're five, almost six. Why are you even questioning me at this point?

    "Well, I'm almost one-hundred percent sure that you'd be easier to talk to than the Nightmares."

    Nightmares?

    "That's what I've been calling them.  A rather fitting name if you ask me."

    Eh, true.

    I got out of bed, Fredbear in my arms, and grabbed the flashlight that was sitting on top of the nightstand this time, prepared for another night in hell.

    The night dragged on, the same as before.

    12:00am...

    1:00am...

    2:00am...

    3:00am...

    And so on.

    "Fredbear?" I asked.

    Hm?  What's on your mind?

    "Are we even sure that the Nightmares want to hurt us?  I mean, they look terrifying, but what if they just want to be friends?"

    Fredbear paused for a second.  I used this opportunity to scare off a couple of Freddles off the bed.

    I don't know.  I wouldn't risk it if I were you.  But if they are, you know, friendly, I think that we would know by now.

    "Maybe.  But still..."

    If you want to find out, then be my guest.  Just don't complain to me when you get mauled.

    I started walking towards the door.

    "I'm not gonna get mauled.  Have some faith.  Think positive."

    I'm positive you're gonna get mauled.

    "Whatever."

    I opened the door to see Nightmare Chica outside, inches away from my face.  I could feel her hot breath on my face (A/N: Do animatronics even have breath?  Realistically, no but the main mechanic in FNaF 4 is to listen for breathing and footsteps so...).  I stared down her mouth at the glistening rows of sharp teeth, frozen in fear.

    Definitely not friendly.

    Regaining the ability to move, I darted backwards and slammed the door, holding it shut.

    Now what did I tell you?

    "Oh hush," I said, giving the bear a smile.

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A/N: While writing this chapter, I realized three things. One: that I have no idea how to
write a story in the point of view of a cowardly five year-old, two: that I should probably watch a playthrough of someone playing FNaF 4 considering the fact that I know pretty much nothing about it other than what MatPat said about it in his theories, and three: that I enjoy writing dialogue for sentient golden bear plushies. Fredbear's a lot of fun to write as, so he's probably going to have a lot of dialogue in future chapters. I need some more ideas for how I'm going to get to the last day, as I have so many ideas for that, and nothing for anything else. This story has also gotten over 100 views, and I'm pretty happy that y'all are here. Have a nice day! ~SLTheFuntimeFox