Evan woke up, and looked at his alarm clock. 12:00 am. He grabbed his flashlight, and scanned his room. His blood seemed to freeze, as he saw not 1, but 2 doors, on each side of his small, cuboid room. He scanned the rest of the room, looking for fanged maws and sharpened claws, but was only met with his toys, a green caterpillar he pulled around the house when he was younger... but that was before his sister was... and a purple rotary phone that he would fake call william, and a robot he would talk to about school and his friends... where were his friends?! His head whipped around, looking for his plushies. He saw Freddy on his bed, and a flash of red in the closet. He sat on his bed, kicking his feet, scanning around, looking at the twin doorways. He sat for what felt like years, and checked his clock again.

12:47 am. He looked behind him, and blinked. Was that... Did he see something dip behind his bed? He stared back at it for a while, before reaching out to poke Freddy's nose. It squeaked, and he forced a small smile. Maybe everything wasn't different here. He turned to his clock again.

1:04 am. Time seemed to be at a crawl, slower and slower. He got the courage to go up to one of the doors, and peek outside. He saw that old grandfather clock, but he couldn't quite see the end of the hallway. He backed away, and went to the other side of the room, and did the same thing. There was a window, and a drawer. He went back into his room, and plopped down on the floor. He turned to face the clock, and read the numbers.

2:01 am. Something made noise outside of his room. He went to the left hallway, and he shined the light down it. He saw... Bonnie? The bunny dipped behind the wall, and out of his view. He heard a kind of high pitched giggling, and he ran back to his bed, and turned around. The freddy plush on his bed looked more... toothy. It ran under his bed, and out of sight. He heard something moving in the right hallway. He slowly crept up to the door, and listened. Then he heard it. Breathing. Breathing that sounded so human, and yet like it was through a vent. He shut the door, and held it closed. He could hear something clawing at it, before walking off. He backed away, and turned around to scan his bed. The freddy plush was no longer freddy, but was his fredbear plush. It no longer looked friendly, but instead was twisted and grinning. He closed his eyes, and opened them again. And it was back to his normal freddy plush. He sighed, and went back to the left door. He listened for a few seconds, and then shined his light down the hall. Bonnie paused mid hallway, and slowly backed away. He looked at the clock again, and read the numbers.

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4:59 am. He had a dim thought that in the back of his mind that this night was almost over. He just had to make it 1 more hour. He sat on his bed, and listened quietly. The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed

5:00 am, causing him to jump. He ran as quietly as he could to the door, and listened for a few seconds. No breathing. He shone his light, and looked down the hallway. Bonnie was inches away, and he finally got a good look at the blue rabbit. His fur was tattered, and his outer covering was torn and ripped. His teeth were fanglike, and tipped in blood. His gums were black and his yellow pupils starred Evan down. The rabbit flexed his claw like hands, and tilted his head, observing the child. The ears that were bent from touching the ceiling moved, almost like "Bonnie" was... alive. Bonnie shook off his confusion, and picked up the pace to the door, moving faster than anything that size could. Evan closed the door, and listened to the heavy, mechanical breathing from the other side until eventually Bonnie stomped off, his metal foot clanging against the carpet, leg pistons hissing. Evan went back to his room, and peeked out the door to the right. He stared down, narrowing his eyes, he looked out without shining his light. At the end of the hallway, slowly advancing was a single, red circle that was a few inches away from the ceiling. It paused, and Evan flicked on the flashlight. What he saw was somehow worse than Bonnie. He never liked chica, but this... this made him long for that plastic yellow bird. Its blood-coated beak was filled with rows and rows of sharp teeth. One eye was dimmed and the other was looking around, taking in its next meal with a certain, predatory hunger. She clicked her claws, and started to walk backwards very slowly, watching Evan. Evan took in the chicken, looking at the tears and rips, and the ripped bib that read "let's eat", but Evan felt a disgusted feeling in his stomach, slowly realizing that let's eat didn't mean pizza. Evan closed the door, and counted to 4. He peeked outside, and his heart skipped a beat. He could see the sun! He turned to face the clock, and it read

5:59 am. He flopped on the bed, and as the alarm clock sounded, his eyes closed, and he fell asleep holding his fredbear plushie. A few tears fell out of his eye right before, landing on the fredbear plushie.