Hey, Birthday Star

[heyboynotyouyou]

There's Something Out There...

The plastic creaked under her weight as she crawled forward, her knees buckled against the smooth, hollowed surface. Everything smelled old, dust and old rubber rubbing into her nose. It was as if this place hadn't been cleaned in years. With every small movement, came the slight shift of pain that coursed through both of her knees.

She tried to not think about it, or how dark it was outside these tubes. However, upon going hours without a single ounce of food has made it hard to concentrate on anything but the sharp pain forming into her stomach.

The flashlight that was wrapped around her hat helped her filtered through the cloudy plastic walls, it was just enough to see everything right in front of her without falling headfirst into something sharp or dangerous. Her fingers trembled as she reached forward, gripping the ridges fo the tunnel and pulling herself along.

Keep moving. she told herself. Just need to get out of these tubes and you'll be home free.

Unbeknownst to her, there was crawling on top of the plastic pipes. Faint sounds of metallic clanks echoed through the plastic walls. When Presley heard it, she could feel her body freezing in place. The sound alone, didn't come from the machines, nor the distant buzz of ceiling lights glowing faintly over her.

It was..heavier. Slower. Like it was shifting its weight with each passing turn. Her breathing got a lot quieter without her even realizing it, her body running on auto-pilot. Then, another sound followed, something dragging itself against the plastic surface. It wasn't loud, but it was close enough to make her stomach twist.

Presley swallowed hard and continued crawling. The tunnel curved ever so slightly, opening itself into a wider section where a clear plastic window bulged outward, it gave a helpful view of the floor below her.

Below her, there was an endless amount of balls swarming the area like a lost sea. Red, blue, green, yellow, every color you could imagined in that moment and it was there. If it wasn't for the shadows that loomed over them, it would have been a nice sight to witness.

Other than a couple balloons that drooped toward the floor, there was nothing else there. She let out a shaky breath, feeling a sense of tranquil in these frightening moment.

Then, out of the corner of her eye, something moved.

It was fast. Too fast to fully see firsthand.

Her heart slammed against her ribs as her body began moving on its own, leading her closer toward the plastic window, her eyes squinting. "He…Hello?" she whispered, her voice barely making a sound.

There was a hint of silence in the air.

Then—

Scrrrrch.

There was a jolt of movement coming from beneath her. She jerked back, her shoulder bumping into the curved wall of the tube. When she found her barrings, she slowly, very slowly, looked down again.

At first, she saw nothing.

And then, there was a hand. It slid out under the cover of darkness, pale in comparison to the dim light casting over it. Its surface looked smooth. White… with patches of faded pink. The fingers were long, bending slightly in angles that didn't look right.

She caught her breath that sat in her throat. The hand itself, stayed there for a second.

Then it twitched.

Instinctively, she scrambled backwards. But before she could make it any further.

BANG.

The hand slammed against the plastic, causing her to scream. For all of that, the sound, itself was trapped inside the tunnel with her as a thin crack was slowly forming around the clear surface, spreading just a little from where the hand first struck.

Presley stared, frozen in shock from the attack. She could practically feel her heart, pounding away so hard that it hurt to even move. The hand stayed pressed there for the moment, its fingers spread wide, as if it was feeling for her through the barrier.

Then, it pulled away, disappearing into the shadows. There was no sign of it, she had no idea where it could had gone. Something told her that it was still here. Hiding. Waiting for her to drop her guard just so it could strike. Yet, all that stood in its wake was the faint crack in the glass, and the faint echo of the impact ringing through her ears.

[heyboynotyouyou]

Just Like Old Times...

Henry Emily

William Afton

Henry could hear the cheers coming from behind the curtain. The distance laughter and clapping coming from the children always put a smile on his face.

In just a few short moments, he would be going out there and performing once again to those children. Watching their faces turn to pure joy and excitement to see their favorite talking bear on stage. He couldn't help but think about Charlie; his own daughter watching from down below and laughing at his antics. He did it for her, to see her have a childhood he wished he could have had.

Henry jumped once he felt a hand on the back of his shoulder, it snapped him out of his thoughts almost immediately. He didn't have to turn to know whose hand it was that put pressure on to his suit. It was his lifetime business partner and best friend, William. He donned Fredbear's best friend; Springbonnie, the cunning, yet cheerful bunny rabbit.

"Let's do this show one more time!" He leaned in, whispering into his ear with a cheerful tone. He slammed his hand on to the back of Henry, it felt hard but somewhat gentle, probably because of how sensitive the springs in these suits were. "What do you say, Henry?!"

Henry nodded along, watching his friend walk in front of him. He could hear the heavy machinery coming from inside, every passing step he took from beyond the curtain made a stance on each one.

Henry stared down to the object he was currently holding, in his hands laid the head of the mascot; Fredbear, its golden coloring brightened up the room as well as his colorful purple hat. He let out a smile upon putting the head back on, it slammed shut from the inside.

It was hard not to hear his breathes, but he had to remember he was doing this for her, for his daughter. With a jolly tone creeping it's way on to his face, he followed William towards the outside and beyond the stages.

----

It's been years since that memory happened, decades in fact. He could still hear it as he eased his way back on to his seat. He never forgave William for what he did all those years ago, and he wasn't planning on to any time soon.

On those cameras laid the murderer. No, the monster that took away his baby girl. He should have never let him get that close, to be welcomed by his family like one of their own, and now he was walking the very attraction he put those poor children in. A fate he knew he deserved.

But that wasn't to say that Henry never felt partial to blame, because if he had only knew what William had done to those children, then he could have stopped his own from being taken. His daughter, Charlie was sadly one of the victims in this monster's little game and he was here to end it. The worse part was, it could have been easily avoided if he just had decided to spend more time with his daughter.

To end it all.

In just a few moments ago, he had laid a thick coating of gasoline around the building, so all he needed to do was wait for the creature to end in his room and he could end it all once and for all.

As Henry began to ponder, which is what he usually did and would get lectures by his wife, now ex-wife; Eileen. He felt the cutting edge of a knife make it's way towards his neck. It was only a couple centimeters away from piercing into his throat, killing him instantly.

But he wasn't scared, not in the slightest and why would he? He has that little bastard right where he wanted him.

He could feel William's bone-chilling voice pierced its way into his ear. It sounded like his own lungs were ripped apart as he donned that suit for the final time, and as Henry scrunched up the last bit of bagel crumbs from off his head, a smile aroused from it.

"Just like old times...old friend..."

Yep, William. Just like old times...

[heyboynotyouyou]

Better Luck Next Time

Cream the Rabbit

Kolossus

Sonic the Hedgehog

"Please, don't hurt me..."

The cream-colored rabbit shrieked, her floppy ears dangled repeatedly as she tried to quiet her nerves.

Her whole entire body was practically shivering from the touch, as she was backed into a corner she never knew was there until it was too late. Standing in front of her, ominously was a being that looked like Mr.Sonic, but was also...different.

His grey-ish hair stuck out like a sore thumb, and the big flesh-eating spear that replaced his arm was nothing more than a dead giveaway that this wasn't the blue blur. Not for a second.

Still, there wasn't much she could do against the creature. She was just a young girl, who didn't have enough experience to fight back. At least not in the same league as the others. Ms. Amy had her hammer. Mr. Knuckles had his flamin' fists. Tails had a cannon. Ms. Blaze had her flames. Dr. Eggman with his genius exterior. Then there was Metal, who was an all around weapon of destruction.

Mr. Silver had his...I'm not sure.

And Mr. Sonic had his speed.

Regardless, she didn't have much to counter the creature and as she thought this, it was getting harder to get control back of her mind. Thousands of thoughts crossed her mind as the creature crept slowly towards her.

Its maniacally laugh only made her chills worsen. Its blade aimed at her face, as it was getting ready to strike into her core. All she could do was stare at its eyes as it poured into her soul. In its eyes, it saw a poor, naive soul who was way over her head and it was going to enjoy every last inch of her screams as it dug into her chest. Again. And again. And again.

It raised its blade up into the air and without wasting its time, the creature pierced through. But instead of the feeling of pain, she felt the breeze of the air hit her, all at once.

As Cream opened her eyes once again, she was met with the sight of the blue blur holding on to her legs as her arms wrapped his shoulders. Not wanting to let go for even a second.

Sonic curved his body around, one of his hands reaching for the soft patch of grass, pulling it towards him.

"Too Slow."

With a smile on his face, he mocked the being that stood before him. Sonic always had that type of energy. No matter how much in danger he was in, he was always ready to joke at the expense of pissing off his enemies.

The grey-ish hedgehog turned towards its side, its once crooked smile swerving into one of annoyance. There was no more laughter in its voice. Nor was there a peep of excitement in his eyes.

Sonic was having so much fun getting under its skin, that he had almost forgotten about the cream colored rabbit holding on for her dear life on the back of his shoulders.

So, when he heard her voice cut through his thoughts, he was pretty startled to say the least.

"Mr. Sonic." she babbled under her breath, pulling on his ears to alert him of another danger coming their way. "The ring is closing."

Sonic's eyes darted towards the green ring that floated above their very heads. On top of that cliff over there was their only way out of this hellhole. It gleamed so brightly in the rain, that it almost looked like it reflected through the droplets that cascaded his eyes.

Cream was right. They had to keep on moving. Because with each passing second that they stay there meant that their only escape was growing smaller and smaller. If he stood around her pestering his poor imitation, it could potentially risk both him and his little rabbit's friend lives.

So, he put his ego side for a second and ran towards the other direction. The creature from earlier hot on their tail. Surprisingly, despite being a powerhouse, that thing was quick enough to keep up with the blue blur.

He had to slow it down somehow. But how? Then it hit him, only one of them needed to leave to make it out. So, against his better judgement, Sonic curved his body and threw Cream closer towards the portal.

He turned his back towards her, his attention dead set on the creature from before. But that didn't mean he wasn't making sure that Cream was alright after that fall.

When Cream picked herself up from off the floor, but what stood in front of her made her eyes wide in horror. Sonic was holding the creature back, with all his might. But the ends of his shoes were sliding as he spin dashed around the creature, hitting it in the face to gets its attention back on him.

"Cream, get to the portal." Sonic hollered, sticking his feet to the ground just as he was about to curve into a ball, again. "I'll hold him off." "But Mr. Sonic-"

"Now!"

Just before Cream could get another word in, she heard Sonic scream out of the top of his lungs at her for what felt like the first time. From all the times she's traveled with him, never in her life as she ever seen him have that look on his face before.

Not when they faced off against the Babylon Rogues, or when he stopped a fifty foot tall creature made of a gooey substance from wrecking the city and killing everyone she loved. Cream ran towards the green ring just before it completely phased out of existence, having no idea if Mr. Sonic made it out alive just like she did.

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Come on, Smile...

Vanessa Afton

Charlotte Emily

Mike Schmidt

Vanessa could feel her body moving on its own, like something was possessing it. A video game character being controlled by some otherworldly creature from the other side. One step turned into two, two turned in the three, and so on.

It's been like this ever since that night a year ago. The night where she not only lost her only group of friends, but any ounce of family with it. Mike took his sister, Abby away. She could still hear the last words he said that night just before the Marionette came back.

In seconds, her body began to twitch, tears forming from out of her eyes, while they glowed in the darkness of the night. Since then, it's been one after another of events. Blurs mostly. Little snippets of memories that were fading each passing second she was like this.

This was just something she had already gotten used to, but she wished it would end. What did she even do to deserve this cruel punishment? It was her father who caused all of this, and just by trying to save people from their deaths, she know became...this.

Then before Vanessa could realize what was going on, she heard a voice call out to her. "You know why..." It sounded all too familiar, it was the same she's heard talking to her ever since that night. "You had your chance...now it's my turn..."

Charlotte.

Her black pigtails droop on the side of her, pushing its lengths on to Vanessa's shoulders. She could practically feel them, despite not being able to see her presence, she could tell Charlotte was here. And yet, all she could see through her watery eyes were the sense of droplets hitting her floor beneath her. While being forced to watch every heinous crime Charlotte made her commit in the span of a year.

In seconds, she could feel fingers forming from out of her mouth pushing the ends of her lips open. Trying to force her to smile, for whatever twisted reason. She hated this, hated not having complete control over anything.

It's a feeling she knew all too well during her time living with her father. Unlike her brother, she knew what her father was capable of, and how he chose to show his 'love' towards his children.

But it wasn't love, it was just a poor imitation of one. She couldn't go through it again, not again. So, she began trying to take control over her body, but failing completely as she couldn't let out anymore than a twitch of her finger.

"Come on, don't be like that..." Charlotte grimaced with delight. "Smile..."

"We still have so much that needs to be done before he gets here...."

She tried to resist, pinching her lips to push it back inside. Charlotte could feel the struggling slowly building up. Her host was defying her. No, not this time. She won't let her dear best friend fight back against her, anymore.

"If you won't do it for me..." she smirked, but there was heavy hints of grimace in her voice. "Then do it for your boyfriend..."

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LEAK: Fnaf 3 has reportedly been greenlit and is aiming for a Fall 2027 release with production starting this summer

Please take with a grain of salt tho!!

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Let's fnafing go

[heyboynotyouyou]

The Silver Eyes Rewritten Attempt

Charlie Emily

Henry Emily

Jessica

"Hey dad, you in here?" Charlie remembered screaming out. Hoping that whoever was behind this door was him, the only guy she felt like she could trust with the knowledge with what she had drawn. Looking back at it now, they sucked and even years later, Charlie knew they did. But for an 8 year old like her, it was practically a masterpiece; in her eyes anyways and her father didn't care as long as he got to see her drawings. "I wanna show you something I drew!"

In the corner of the room, a bear with brightly brown coating stepped out from the shadows of the workshop. He looked..scared, as if Charlie had startled him just from her appearance alone. Which made her feel a little less threatened by the seven-foot-tall creature. But as soon as he saw that it was just a little girl, the bear relaxed.

"D..dad?" She called out. The bear walked towards her like it was being controlled by an unknown force. Its defining presence just terrifying to look at, from the way it walked all the way to the way it stared. It was like staring into the eyes of a nightmare, but one you couldn't wake from.

As it continued to move, it's feet stepping up from the ground beneath it to hitting the ground, causing a minor earthquake as it got closer and closer. She found herself unable to speak, neither could she move. It was like she was frozen in time and, yet everything around her was still moving forward without her. Was she going to die? Is this the end for Charlie? Those were the only thoughts that entered her mind as I could see the end.

That was at least until the bear reached behind the little brunette girl and flipped the light switch beside her. When the lights finally came on, Charlie could finally see who this terrifying creature really was beneath all that fur. She stood there in amazement, pure shock cascaded her face upon staring as the bear took off its head.

It was...her dad? "Woah, wait, wait, YOU'RE THE YELLOW BEAR?" Charlie screamed for joy. Her dad, her best friend in the whole wide world, was also the singing bear, himself? This was the best day ever!! Charlie could practically feel herself jumping up and down into the air, leaving a trail of drawings in the wake of her excitement.

"Oh, hey pumpkin." Her father smiled with joy, seeing his own daughter always brought him a sense of delight as she pranced around in her little overalls. "Sorry for the spook, I was just testing out Freddy's suit mechanisms." He began winding up the locks on the helmet, making sure the springs don't lock out and reach into his head. Like it almost did before his business partner stopped him 

"Everything seems to be working as they should be." he chuckled, kneeling down in front of his daughter. The suit hit the ground with a thud, revealing how heavy it was to operate the contraction from the inside. "So, soon enough anyone can be this big old bear."

"That's so cool!" Charlie yelled out, overjoyed to hear about her father's accomplishments. Even though she may not understand it, it's the thought that counted. 

Henry chuckled at her response,  placing the head that he previously worn on to Charlie's head. It barely fit her, if anything it looked like she was going to fall down with it on. The size of the head was 2 times as big as he had previously thought, so he was worried that she might fall over with it on.

But Charlie was no quitter, she held it on with both of her hands, with the help of Henry holding on to a part of it. She let out a big smile through the mask, chuckling over the excitement. "Someday, I'm going to be a big, goofy bear just like you, dad?"

"Oh, is that so?" he chuckled, rubbing the helmet through her head.

"Yes, and then I'm going to open a business like you." she continued. "And it's going to be about unicorns and rabbits!"

"Pffff, hahahaha." Henry couldn't help but laugh. It was one that was to be mean spirited, no, it was one of love. "Yeah...maybe someday."

Charlie was staring down into her bag, and there it was, right there inside was a empty Freddy head, the one her father used to use before he..left. The head was practically worn down, it looked like the paint that was once there was now nothing more than shivered down to look brown, if there even was another color to begin with. It's been so long that she had forgotten what it even looked like before.

The only thing that was left was shrivels of memories that would probably be long forgotten as she continued to get older. Charlie kept it around because it was the only thing she had that reminded her of her father.

"Hey, Charlie?" A familiar voice called out her name. "You alright?"

Charlie shook herself awake, turning back to meet face to face with the voice. It was her good friend; Jessica. The same friend she hadn't seen since she was moved out by her aunt. They were now on the road, making their way over back to her hometown; Hurricane. The place was practically a desert when she last left, she always wondered what it looked like now.

She only came back because of the scholarship, otherwise she wouldn't have came. Being back there, after so many years only left her with awful memories. Ones she would rather see long forgotten.

Jessica's long dirty blonde hair was tied into a ponytail, it flew into the air thanks to the window being opened. A few minutes prior, she was complaining about how hot it was this time of day and you couldn't blame her; it was the middle of summer vacation so of course. Charlie's eyes met hers and she could tell that Jessica wasn't too thrilled at being left in the dark of what was occupying Charlie's mind right at the moment.

"Yeah..just thinking." she replied back, not too thrilled of going back.

"About Michael?" Jessica commented, a slight head tilt, but her eyes were still glued on to the road from time to time. The name sent shivers down Charlie's spin, the disappearance of one of her friends only left her with a feeling of guilt. That if she had only known, she could have stopped it from happening.

"It's hard to forgot." Charlie answered back.

"Yeah...well, at least we get to see John and Carlton at the diner later." She was trying to change the subject and honestly, that's what Charlie needed right now.

She let out a chuckle, though if someone had been paying close enough attention, they might have noticed the slight hesitation in it, the way it almost seemed forced; like a laugh that wasn't entirely natural. "Sure," she said, shaking her head with an amused smirk, "if they don't end up eating the whole restaurant menu first."

The joke hung between them for a beat before they both started laughing, their voices mixing with the hum of the car's engine. It wasn't just the words that were funny, but the absurdity of it all; the kind of joke you would make to cover up the unease gnawing at the back of your mind.

As the laughter died down, Charlie's gaze drifted to the side, drawn to a worn-out green sign standing tall against the dusty roadside. The words, though slightly faded from years of exposure to the sun and elements, were still legible.

Welcome to Hurricane, Utah.

And just beneath it, in vague scribbled up writing was:

Home of Freddy's.

*This was an attempt I made a couple years ago but never continued. If I ever did, which is a hard maybe, I would probably rewrite it to match my current writing style.

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Death Is Not An Escape...

As the couple danced around the ballroom, feeling a touch they both craved so dearly. They couldn't stop the tension that was quietly surrounding them. Each twist and twirl brought a sense of exhilaration in the room. If it wasn't for the lights that dawn before them, it might have looked like they were loving the silence that took over the space they both occupied.

The Nurse held on to his neck, her smooth nails clutching to his shoulders. The Wraith, however, wrapped one of his arms around her waist, gripping it tightly. Neither one of them wanted to leave from the others embrace. It was like some kind of magnetic force was pulling them in, making sure they couldn't let go of the other.

The boy who realized too early that the world was a cruel and desecrated place and was truly shown of this in the future. Then there was the unfortunate widow who lost everything and soon went mad. A true victim of her own work.

"Till death do us part?" the wraith questioned, his glowing eye staring at the woman before him. He held on to her as she twirled, catching her almost instantly.

Her hand wrapped around his neck as they both stared at into each other's eyes. Their loving embrace causing both of them to form a smile, through the pain they held in so deep. Then out of the blue, she leaned in to his face, whispered gently into his ear and said.

"Death is not an escape...my dear..."

*Yeah I have no idea why I wrote this...

[heyboynotyouyou]

There's no denying it, Michael...

Mike Schmidt

William Afton

Mike took no time pushing the man's head into the water, as it splashed around him. His shirt was drenched in water and sweat, leaking away. But he didn't care, no he couldn't. This man deserved everything he did for taking a child away from their parents.

He saw it happened before, and he would take further beatings to make sure it never happens to another child again. While the water splashed around him, he pushed the man's head deeper into the water. His hands curled up into a ball, and before long he began beating the man senseless.

Over and over again.

The whole thing felt familiar, like he had done it before. Then it hit him, this exact thing happened three years ago. Before he was fired from the job and was given a warning by authorities not to do it again. Before he got a job at this crazy animatronic pizzeria and got thrown into a world he didn't want to be any part of. Before he met...Vanessa.

His fists stopped midway to the man's face, but it was already too late. There was blood oozing out of the man and into the fountain's water like a plague. Reminding him of what he did and how he could have stopped himself from doing it.

How Jeremiah stopped him from doing it.

But there was no Jeremiah, just him and this man in the mall. But as he began to think this, the man's head rose up. In its place was not the man from earlier, but the guy he knew all too well.

"There's no denying it, Michael..." his mouth curved into a smile, almost mocking his attempt to intimidate him.

Suddenly, Mike's grip on the man faltered. The soft collared shirt he was holding on to disappeared, in its place was a statue. A tall, hunk of metal with floppy ears that stared daggers into his very soul.

The Yellow Rabbit.

The name alone, ranged through his head like a drum as he was forced to look at the new figure standing in front of him. William was already taller than him, but this...thing was even bigger and he could smell the blood thirsty rage coming from the suit.

Not to mention how...different it looked.

He remembered it being more yellow, with holes filling one of the halfs of the suit. But as he glanced at the rabbit, he looked more damaged. Green instead of yellow and holes in places that shouldn't have been possible.

But as the rabbit spoke, he could feel a chill run down his spine. "No matter how much you hide it..." his voice croaked. "You're still the same scared kid I saw all those years ago..."

Mike fell back, his butt hitting the cold tiled floor that most certainly wasn't there beforehand. The Yellow Rabbit slid closer, each step feeling like an volcano about to erupt. For the first time in awhile, Mike felt true fear staring into the suit's silver eyes.

Without even realizing it, the suit grabbed on to his collar and pulled him up. "You can't protect her forever..." he said, before Mike felt a sharp pain in his ribs. He looked down, only to see a knife being impaled into him. Blood oozing out of the wound, like a crushed kool-aid bottle. "When I get out of here...and when I do...I will find you..."

"And this.." he chuckled, "...this will be permanent..."

Before he could say a single word, the Yellow Rabbit dropped his body on to the ground to wither away, alone in a mall that nobody would dare find him in.

Seconds later, Mike awoke in his bed, drenched in nothing but sweat. He was breathing heavily, as his hands formed on to the part where the knife should have been. But there was nothing there.

It was just a dream, he said in his mind. Hoping that might calm him down. Mike could feel his breathing slowing, as he got up to wipe away whatever sweat that covered him.

He grabbed a towel from off the rack and wiped the sweat off of him. There was a million things going on in his mind at the moment. What was that thing, and why did he dream of...him.

But as he thought this, something came into his mind. What one of the missing children said to him that night echoed throughout his head.

"You should know that when we leave...I won't be able to hold him anymore. He'll get out, eventually. And he'll be stronger than before..."

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It's Okay, Michael...

Vanessa Afton

Michael Afton

Vanessa looked around all over Freddy's for what felt like hours. It was time to go home already and there was no sign of her brother Michael, anywhere. It was like he had disappeared al together, but no she knew that wasn't it.

Where could he have gone?

Vanessa could hear crying, coming from the room beside her. As she turned, continuing her pursuit to find her brother. She stumbled upon a room she hadn’t checked in, and fully came to the conclusion that's where he might have gone.

Finding him in the corner, curled up into a ball with him was a blue rabbit, similar to the Bonnie animatronic on stage. Its rosy cheeks glowed brightly, despite it's head being teared off from the rest of its body. She couldn't help but noticed the stuffing coming out of it all over the floor.

Michael always did this, whenever he was scared. He would put himself into a makeshift ball and cry until he passed out. Times like those was when she made it her job to make her younger brother feel better.

Vanessa knelt down, picking up the doll as she did so. What had happened to this thing? She thought, but she already knew the answer. It was her father, something had happened with him and dad.

Michael might have annoyed him again, leading to her father to snap and ripped the doll in two. He was never good at emotions, almost like a beast with no sense of direction.

So, when she reached out, her voice filled with the shaky tension in the room. With her hand out, Vanessa spoke. "..Michael?" she said, shaking him up.

His head rolled towards the side, a hint of water flowing down, covering his eyes as he did so.

But he didn't reply.

Vanessa sat down right next to him, in her hands was the little blue bunny head, and the other had his body. She guided her brother who was once on the floor, and watched as he leaned over. His back towards the wall as he tried wiping away his tears.

They sat there for what felt like hours, letting the silence of the air fill the room. Michael leaned on her shoulder, his tears staining her shirt. But she didn't care, what she cared about was making sure he was alright.

[heyboynotyouyou]

Dang Outcome Memories just got cancelled...

[heyboynotyouyou]

I watched the FNAF 2 Movie, and I have to say that I like what they did with Charlotte and changed the way she died compared to the games.

It just makes what Henry says make sense and makes her more of a threat than she was in the games.

[heyboynotyouyou]

IT'S NO USE!!!

Miles "Tails" Prower

Kolossos

Silver The Hedgehog

"Got you now, you dumb fox..."

Before Tails could realize what was going on, he was pushed on to the ground by an unknown speed. When he finally regained the will to open his eyes, he was met with a different Sonic. Far different than the one he faced ages ago.

For starters, it had a fleshy blade aimed right at his face. One that was connected to where its arm should have been. Its eyes pierced into his soul like it was waiting for its next move.

It raised its blade up into the air and without wasting its time, the creature pierced through. This caused Tails to act on instinct alone, closing his eyes in desperation.

But as he sat there, waiting for his untimely end. It for sure never came.

Not even a single hint of pain touched him, nor a drop of blood. Which confused him to say the least.

So, when he reopened his eyes yet again, he was met with the sight of the figure from before. Only this time there was a blue aura formed around him, limiting his movements.

From another angle, it would seem like he was stuck in time by an unknown force. He couldn't move anything other than his blood red eyes.

The blueish greyish creature with an arm filled with flesh turned its eyes to be met with a sight to behold, a silvery hedgehog holding its hands together. He stood with eyes of precision and pure, honest rage.

The hedgehog's face twisted and turned in response to the creature's blood thristy stare. "Leave. Him. Alone."

The dead hedgehog's mouth only curved, forming a smile wide enough that it already matched the one it had on its face.

It's been awhile since he's been in a match like this.

This will be fun...

[heyboynotyouyou]

Not Feeling Like Herself

Lisa

As Lisa woke from her long nap, everything around her began to appear differently. She was still inside of the room she was in before. A massive puppet box standing front and center in front of her, sets of gears turning and spewing out to close it.

Whatever that was inside, whatever was in there was asleep. She set out a sigh of relief, but that was soon short lived when she felt an aching feeling in her body. Her body curled itself up, trying to relieve the pain she was now being forced to endured.

It was like something was crawling inside of her. Telling her things without saying a word. She understood every sentence, but didn't at the same time. That's when she realized something was wrong. Her mind was not her own. It was like something was inside of her, something that wanted her for their own personal reason.

Without a second thought, Lisa began spewing out drops of blood from her mouth. She felt sick, like an undead sick. Something about her was changing, morphing into something else entirely. As she stared at her own reflection from one of the mirrors in the restaurant, Lisa saw her face mutating, blue streaks of tears wallowed from the crevices of her cheeks.

Then, her eyes and mouth were being pushed back, replaced with hollow black darkness that overtook the sides of her features. She went to touch her face, but it felt hollow, like she was wearing a mask that wasn't really there.

Not long afterwards, her body became paralyzed, lumping on to the floor in front of her. She could feel the chilled ground as it pressed into her cheek.

All she could do in that moment was stare as strings attached to her hollowed out body. She couldn't move. She couldn't speak.

It was like she wasn't even there at all…

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I made this back in May and forgot to post it on here.

Woops.

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Five Nights At Sparky's - Chapter 1

Cass

Jeff

Max

Jeremy

Gabriel

Susie

Fritz

The sounds of a kid playing around with the campsite. In his hands was a dull-looking orange airplane and he was imitating the sounds to go with it. He continues running around the area, initiating the same noise which annoyed his older brother.

"Did he have to come?" asked the older brother, who was clearly annoyed at what his little sibling was doing.

"He's your brother, Mike. Of course he's coming with us." the man replied, answering his son's question. Then, he turned towards his partner in crime in this burger scheme of his. She was busy with putting the condiments on the patty. "Now, how about some ketchup on that burger, hon?"

His wife gave him a short nod, before putting the finishing touches on Mike's burger. She places it right in front of Mike, who wastes no time digging in. Taking a huge bite into his already swamped patty, his teeth pressed into its inner lengths.

"Everything's better swimming in ketchup." she giggled, her smile brighter than the sun itself. Her husband however smirked at her clever wordplay. "Right, Mike?"

Before he could respond back, his mom accidentally spills the jug of cola. The liquid coming from the container pours rapidly on to the grass itself. "Whoops." his mom quickly picks it up before it could spill out anymore of that caramel essence.

"I'm gonna go grab a towel." she said, scattering for where she had last placed the paper towels. "Go watch your brother, okay?"

"Fine." Mike murmured under his breath, getting up from his spot to go look for his dumb brother. He begins scattering around the area, looking for where Garrett had gone, but it was like there was no sign of him.

Worried, he calls out his name. "Garrett!" then he hears the sound of rustling through the bushes and goes to check it out, hoping it might be his brother playing a game of hide and seek again. But before he could take a step towards the bush, he was suddenly hit in the head with a Frisbee.

"Sorry, dude!" yelled a kid, who was similar to Mike's age.

As anyone would do in that situation, Mike rubs the back of his head, turning to see where the Frisbee had gone. As he tries to pick it up, he hears the sound of a car engine being turned on from right in front of him. The engine roared to life, gaining the attention of the young Mike almost instantly. "Garrett?"

He sees it begin to take off right in front of him, his heart beat rising within each passing step he took. The car continues to go faster and faster, his eyes focus on the window which was now dawning his brother.

Garrett's face wasn't a look of horror, neither was it a look of joy by all regards, but nonetheless he wasn't supposed to be there. Instantly the younger version of the brother transitions into a blonde kid wearing a brown striped shirt. He continues the chase, picking up where the brother left off.

"GARRETT!!" he calls out, reaching out but to no avail couldn't reach him before the car disappeared out of sight. "GARRETT!!" At least not before tripping on a pebble, causing him to hit his head on to the wood pavement.

The weird sounds of the alarm clock continued to echoed throughout the kid's room. Cass opened his eyes, clearly bothered by the sound that rang in his ears. Putting his hands on to his face, hoping it might wake himself up, if only for a little bit. He turned around to see the bright red numbers of the clock say 9:00AM. 

It continued to ring until he hit the snooze on the alarm, getting out of bed in a drowsy manner. Cass squeezed his neck back and forth until he heard the familiar cracking sound of his back, before hitting play on his tape recorder.A picture of a forest with the name Nebraska was hanged on the side of the ceiling. 

Getting up and trying to wake up any last part of him that was still asleep, heading into his bathroom to get ready for the day. Cass looks at himself in the mirror, noticing his baggy eyelids and his less than ecstatic face staring back at him. He spits whatever toothpaste was in his mouth and roughly threw his toothbrush back to its spot.

Not long afterwards He makes his way down the stairs, immediately turning into the kitchen where the smells of french toast and bacon vacant the air. Cass begins to notice that everyone in his family was downstairs eating away like a buffet. His brother, Jeff took another piece of bacon before stuffing a new one down his face, while his sister Max stared at him in disgusted.

"Hey sleepy head, glad your awake." his mother asked, her contagious smiled almost infected him...almost. "Why don't you grab a plate and join us, sweetheart?" 

"I'm not hungry." Cass responded, making his way towards the front door, grabbing his coat on the way. 

"Honey, you need to eat." his mother complained. "You haven't eaten anything since yesterday and I'm getting worried." 

He stood there in silence upon hearing that. She just didn't understand, he thought. She has not idea what it feel like to lose someone close like he did and at this point she may never will. 

"Don't bother with him, mom." his brother blurted out. "He's still being a baby about his missing friend. You know why are you still so hung up about Gabriel....or whatever his name is, he's probably dead anyways, so who cares."

"It's Garrett..and he's not dead." whispered Cass, his blood was starting to boil just from being forced to hear that name again. If he was only a little bit older he would have fought against Jeff, but sadly he couldn't do anything else but take it.

"What was that, punk?" his brother glared at him, his eyes flashing with anger. "I SAID HE'S NOT DEAD!!" Cass barked towards Jeff. "That's enough, Jeff!" Jeff paled, realizing he had gone too far. Cass turned to his mother, his eyes pleading for understanding. He lets go of his brother's collar as he returns back to the table. Sitting there in a silence, grumbling to whatever he was going to say underneath the bites of bacon wedged into his teeth. "Please Cassie can you just eat?" His mom asks, pleading to him to eat anything, anything at all. Instead of responding, he backs away from his mother. "I'm going to meet my friends at Freddy's." he says, slamming the front door in front of her face. "Don't wait for me.." His mother stood there dumbfounded and in utter defeat of her attempt to get her son to open up to her. "Well that went well." His sister, Max spoke up. Taking a long sip of orange juice she let kept warm, deciding not to pay attention to the face that everyone's eyes was now on her.

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Taking a long, loud slurp of his cola from the massive paper cup sitting on the blue plastic table in front of him. He waves the paper-back book in front of him. "Though the dream may slumber," Jeremy, Cass's friend, Jeff paled, realizing he had gone too far. Cass turned to his mother, his eyes pleading for understanding. He lets go of his brother's collar as he returns back to the table. Sitting there in a silence, grumbling to whatever he was going to say underneath the bites of bacon wedged into his teeth.

"He strolls through memories as if encountering them for the first time, afresh." Jeremy was an okay guy. He didn't get on Cass's nerves the same way most of the kids his age did. Ever since his friend mysteriously disappeared, everyone always comes up to him feeling sorry and then carrying on like nothing ever happened. That in itself annoyed him to no end. 

"No longer a passenger, but an active participant." His other friend, Gabes finished the sentence for him. Gabe or otherwise known by his real name Gabriel was another kid he made quick friends with overtime, him, Susie and Fritz were all an unstoppable force to be reckoned with before the incident. 

"This stuff for real?" He asks, looking back at Cass with a confused expression. A smirk appearing across his face as he does so as he closes the book. Cass shrugged, staring off into the distance, wondering why they still even come to this place anymore. Freddy's wasn't anything to look at, despite being the oldest relic in Hurricane.

Jeremy begins to give a book another look before looking up at his friend one more time and asked, "Can I keep it?" He says, flipping through the pages like an archeologist in the making. 

"No." Cass responds back, in annoyance. He reaches over and grabs the Dream Theory book that was in his friend's hands.

"You're still having those dream, huh?" Susie asks, petting her dog as nonchalantly as possible. Cass didn't need to say anything, it was written all over his face, he hasn't got an once of sleep in awhile. Those dreams almost felt...real, real enough to be considered getting looked at. The medication the doctors gave him helped...for a bit, but it didn't stop the dreams from coming back overtime.

"Hey, cheer up." His red-headed friend chimed in, putting his fake hook and his other hand on Cass's face to bring a fake smile. "We're going to have the best day ever at the mall today, I just know it." Always the optimist Fritz was. 

But Cass wasn't having it, as quickly as he felt it touch his lips, he quickly slapped it away, already feeling annoyed just from coming here. "Did you even wash that thing?" Making a statement but at a further glance almost sounded like a joke. Everyone else around the table laughed it off except for him. "So I have the whole day planned out, we can stop at the arcade at 11 and then get a some lunch at the mall."

"Oh. Oh. Can we stop at Gamestop real quick?" Fritz said, interrupting the discussion. 

"Can't we just do that here?" Susie asked. Already feeling tired just from hearing how complicated the plans were. I mean the arcade and the mall were basically in the opposite parts of town. There was no way they were going to do those things

"I guess, if you want to be boring." Cass added. "Besides what's the fun of this old place? The only thing that's keeping this place open is the food, otherwise why bother coming here?" Those were good points, but before Jeremy could find a reason to argue, someone approached their table. "Hello. Welcome to Freddy's."

The waitress, charismatic ally smiles at the group. Her blonde, wavy haired tied up into a ponytail and her hazel blue eyes survey the area. The employee badge stapled on to her shirt reads the name Vanny. While the children continue to stare at her, she begins to hand out menus to each one of them. "Could I set you kids up with some appetizers?"

"Yes." Cass's friend, Susie responds, grabbing one of the menus from off the waiter. she begins to look through all the delicious breakfast options this place has.

"No." But before she could make up her mind on an order, Cass stops her. "We're not eating." he says, responding rashly towards Vanny. 

Susie let out a disappointed pout, begins to pet her dog, Carl while he wags his tail repeatedly to the touch of his owner. 

"Well, that's no fun." she lets out a small chuckle, finding enjoyment from the kid's response. "You do realize that lunch is the most important meal of the day?"

"I agree." he blurted out. "But that doesn't change the fact that Freddy's food is trash."

Vanny's smile falters slightly as she looks at Cass. "This whole place is." the last part was only heard as whispered, but Vanny could still pick it up. A muscle began to twitch at the corner of her eye and the right side of her jaw bulged briefly.

That should show her to mind her own business. Cass thought. 

But just as quickly as it faltered, her smile rose above again. Her eyes becoming more brighter than ever which pierced Cass's negative attitude. "Well, if you're looking for someplace fun..." she trails off, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Vanny leans in closer to table, gaining the attention of everyone there."I have just the place in mind..."

"Thanks but we're fin-." Cass barked, getting slightly irritated with her presence. Hopefully interrupting whatever she was going to say next in the hopes of getting back on track with the conversation at hand. 

But before he could finish, Susie covered his mouth wanting Vanny to continue just like all the others. "Where is this place, exactly?" Jeremy asked, his interest only peaked just from hearing the name that came out of her mouth next.

"Let's see..." The waitress puts her finger on to her chin, thinking of what the place was called again in her head. "On the tip of my tongue, I believe the name was..."

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Henry Emily:

Springtrap:

"You're nothing but a monster, Will." The old man bellowed, his brows furrowing just from witnessing what his partner has become. Honestly, it was fitting for someone like him, the one thing he couldn't help wearing now becoming his first and only creation. Showing the world, who he truly was inside. A monster stuck inside of a messed up old man's body, with an ego big enough to justify ruining so many people's lives. Even his own... The yellow rabbit began to snickered, finding every bit of this amusing. He leaned forward meeting his dear old friend face to face with fresh, new eyes.

"I don't think that's a fitting title for me, Hen..." he smiled, a crooked smile appearing through the cracks of the suit. "No, I'm the fun one." *Remake of a story that came out this year where Henry met William, but this time I know how much he hates William for what he did.

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Springtrap

The Huntress

"Another fly in my trap..."

The yellow rabbit loomed over the Huntress, his new found size making him appear terrifying to the naked eye, or at least that is what the Survivors walking amongst the trials had been saying.

But unfortunately for him, she wasn't easily afraid of him like all the others. No, to her he was just a weak, pathetic bunny in a field he had no right being in.

"Oh? Is it not the other way around?"