Evan woke up with a harsh bang, a small flashlight in his hand. He looked up and viewed his surroundings. It was a room he never recalled. It was a long hallway with four rectangular doors each facing each other across the room. Evan looked down and noticed a small X taped on the floor. Evan would then look up.

He saw a small white chair with a green, rotted bunny on the chair, almost looking like Bonnie. However, unlike the rest, Evan knew who this was, as he owned it. “...Plushtrap?” Evan asked in confusion.

Plushtrap stared back unresponsive. Evan would then turn off the light and realize the room was only lit by the sole window above the chair, the night sky outside. Evan would instantly turn the light on in fright, only to see…. Plushtrap now crouched on the ground below the chair. Evan would see the small X on the ground…. Perhaps this was how he could advance? Evan would click off the light again and count to five, before shining the light. Now, Plushtrap was gone entirely. Evan, in fear, would shut off his light.

Hearing the sounds of the pitter-patter, he shined the light again. Now, Plushtrap was seated in the middle of the two accompanying doors.

Tears would start down Evan’s face again. What if this wasn’t gonna work? Evan would click his light off. As he heard more pitter patter. This time, he barely caught Plushtrap at the nearest left hallway, as it instantly crouched into the doorway.

Evan shut his eyes and turn off his light…

Pat pat pat.

Evan quickly turned on his light as quickly as he could muster, to be met with Plushtrap sitting on the small white X.

Evan’s tears slowly subsided as he had no idea what to do now. However, everything started flashing a white-black-traunslucent, as Evan would pass out.

Evan yawned, and sat up. He rubbed his eyes, taking in his surroundings. He looked at the alarm clock, and registered that it was 2 hours later than his normal 12 am start. Maybe Plushtrap HAD helped him after all, despite the scare. He stood up, grabbed his flashlight, and went to the left door. He shined the light down the hallway, making sure Bonnie hadn’t reared his fanged maw just yet. He heard footsteps from down the right hall, and he bolted over to it. He listened, making sure he couldn’t feel chica’s unnaturally warm breath. He strained his ears for anything, filtering out the dog barks and ticking from the clock. He listened, and his eyes widened. He closed the door, but watched in horror as clawed fingers grabbed the edge of the door, and tried to force it open. Evan threw all his weight against the door, and whacked the talons with the end of his flashlight. Eventually, the nightmarish chica let go, and the door slammed. He caught his breath, and listened to the crickets and a pitter patter… creak?

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He turned to the closet and watched it close. Something had gotten in. He tip-toed to the closet again, and peeked inside. When he flicked on his light, he saw the face of that… THING he saw last night. Instantly, the fox would let out a low, very loud bark. He yelped, and kicked at its face, trying to get it back inside the closet. . He got it out of the gap, and slammed the closet shut, breathing heavily.

He opened the closet after counting to 10, and peered inside. Just a foxy plushie. He sighed, and turned around to look at his bed. He nearly had another panic attack, as there were 3 of the tiny Freddles, and a pair of clawed hands on the headboard of his bed. He held the light there, and soon each of the Freddles disappeared. He checked the left and right doors, listening for breathing. The left door was clear, Bonnie didn’t seem keen on an assault tonight.

The right door was a different story. He could smell the rot from a combination of chica’s breath, and her torn outer covering. He shut the door, and listened for a few seconds. He risked a glance at the clock, and it read 4:42 am. He went back to the closest, and flicked his flashlight on. The nightmarish fox was crouched near the door, a hook slowly opening one of the doors silently. It paused, and a long, jointed metal tongue slid out of its bloodied maw. Its orange eye stared at Evan, until Evan shut the closet doors again. He counted to 10, and opened them again, making sure it wasn’t still there. He cleared the bed of Freddles, checked the hallways, scaring bonnie off again, and keeping Chica out. He checked the time again, making sure that it was still moving. The clock read 4:29 am. He sighed, and looked at the freddy plushie on his bed again.

Like the first night, Freadbear had a twisted grin, and seemed to follow his every move with his eyes. Evan shut his eyes, a single tear slowly trickling out. He opened his eyes after a few seconds, and wiped away a few tears. Mechanical feet thudded on the carpet outside, and Evan’s blood ran cold. He sprinted to the door, and closed it, listening for anything outside. Chica made a sound that could have been it trying to talk, but instead it made a horrible metal grinding on metal noise. It grabbed the door handle, and tried to shove it open, scraping its talons against the white wood.

Eventually it let up, and wandered off. Evan scared some Freddles off the bed, and went to the closet. He braced for the fox, and shined his light. The light caught every dent and screw in foxy’s jaw, the bloodied gums and teeth in his maw, and the dark red fur. His orange eye dimmed in the harsh light, and his serrated hook shined, like it was polished regularly. Foxy growled, and retreated back into the closet, and Evan shut the door, and counted to 10. He turned to the clock, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. Through how tired he was, it took him a few seconds to determine the time, but he determined that it was 5:22 am. Just a little while longer, and this night would be over. He took a deep breath, and stopped to listen. He heard footsteps from the Right hall, and he stood up, and closed the door, making sure that chica went away. He heard the clatter of pans from the kitchen when he went to shoo Freddles off his bed, and keep Foxy at bay. He checked the left hallway, and stopped Bonnie from advancing. Bonnie’s fanged teeth glinted in the light, and his bloodstained claws seemed to be dripping fresh blood. He closed the door, counted to 4, and retreated to his room to watch the sun rise from the doorway. He collapsed on the floor, hugging his fredbear plush, falling asleep just as the grandfather clock chimed 6.