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Revenge

Hey everyone! Just a quick thing to say before we start, this story may feature death. I'm not exactly sure how I'm going to write it yet, but it might. It will likely feature abuse/torture of some sort. Like I said, I don't know how I'm going to write this yet.

Nate's PoV

It's dark. I'm being chased. I think I'm in a forest. My chest hurts. I can't breathe. My legs hurt. 

I don't know how I got here. This forest seems endless. I know who's behind me. It's terrifying. He's terrifying. How did he find me? I don't know. 

My foot comes down wrong, jarring my ankle and basically throwing me off my feet. I land harshly on my side and try to scream, but I'm so out of breath it's barely a whisper. I roll onto my stomach, trying to get up quickly so I don't get caught. 

I force myself to my feet, ignoring the pain in my ankle as I try to run forward again. I can't let him catch me. I don't know what will happen.

I let him get too close. He caught me. Something hits my back and knocks me off my feet, pinning me to the ground. I panic, trying to fight back. "Let me go!" I yelp in fear, but I can barely move. I'm exhausted from fleeing.

I hear a laugh that's too familiar. This is the end. I realize that I can't get free and stop fighting. Something hits the side of my head and darkness swarms my vision.

I jolt awake, sitting up and looking around the room quickly. It's pretty much pitch black, I can barely see. My breathing and heart rate start to calm down as I slowly relax, recognizing the room I'm in as my own. I reach for the lamp, turning it on and flooding the room with light. I realize that it is, in fact, my bedroom. I rest my head against the wall, taking deep breaths to calm myself down. 

I'm tangled in the sheets of my bed, probably from tossing and turning in my sleep. I run a hand through my hair, finding that it's damp with sweat. I swallow the saliva in my mouth and start to untangle myself from the sheet, intending to get a drink. 

I stand up and walk to the door, glancing at the clock to see what time it is. It's four in the morning. 

I head to the kitchen and get a glass of water, leaning against the counter a bit as I drink the water, more relaxed than before. I close my eyes and think back to the nightmare.

The person who was attacking me. I know who he is.  Long story short, he used to be my boss but he's a lunatic who now wants to kill me. Thankfully, he's in jail. Life sentence. He used to murder children. Who'd have thought? Definitely me. He tried to murder me, and someone else.

I guess I might as well explain.

You see, several years ago, I used to work as a security guard for Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. I quit not long after I saw one of the animatronics malfunction and bite a child's frontal lobe off. 

A couple months ago, I got a call from my old boss. There had been what he called a "firearms related incident" and he needed me to work for a few days. I agreed, since I was late on the rent at the time. 

Only problem is, Springtrap got lose the day I went back. I ended up breaking into the house of the person who'd been hired before me to do the job, the one who caused the "firearms related incident" (he'd somehow escaped from the police) and he agreed to help me stop Springtrap.

Eventually we found out that the other security guard, the one working dayshift, just wanted to work nightshift too. Me and Mark, the guy I worked with, were fine with it, because I never wanted the job and he was wanted for attempted murder.

Then my boss, Matthew Patrick, used a chainsaw to cut through the wall  and surprise us. He lit the restaurant on fire with him inside but somehow managed to survive, luckily the police caught him.