Five Nights At Freddy's Short Stories

Mirror

Naomi Jones looked at the mirror in her hands and felt afraid.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her quiet surroundings. She had always hated Freddy's with its creepy animatronics and the overall dread lingering in the air after the kids leave. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel afraid.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Michael. He was a slender figure with scrawny arms and greasy fingers.

Naomi gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a violent, whiskey drinker with slender hands and and a pale face. Her friends saw her as a monster.

But not even she was ready for what Michael had in store for her.

The rain drizzled and the thunder clapped, making Naomi worried.

As Naomi stepped outside and Michael came closer, she could see the miniature smile on his face.

"I am here because I want a fight," Michael bellowed, in a patient tone. He slammed his fist against Naomi's chest, with the force of a charging bull. "I hate you, Naomi! How could you leave me there?!"

Naomi looked back, even more worried and still fingering the solid blade. "Michael, I told you that wasn't me! W-Who left you in that storage closet?" she replied.

They looked at each other with mixed feelings. The air was so tense, Naomi just wanted to run. Run as far as she could. Even if it meant running back there. She never thought that was an option at this point.

Naomi studied Michael's scrawny hands. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you a fight," she explained, in pitying tones.

Michael was unstable. His breath ragged and his body slumped. "A-Ah... So it's like that then." He lurches over and covers his mouth as a sticky, black, ink-like substance spews from his mouth.

Naomi could actually hear Michael's body crack and crumble. Then the boy hurried away into the distance.

Not even a glass of whiskey would calm Naomi's nerves tonight.