Evan grabbed his flashlight instantly, and listened to the sounds of the night. And then he heard it.Laughing.

His blood ran cold, and he peered out of the hallway. He squinted, trying to figure out why the hallway seemed so... clogged. He flicked on his light, and his heart stopped. What he saw was all of his nightmares in one. A massive yellow bear with needle sharp teeth, and a mouth on his stomach. His claws dragged against the wall, tearing the wallpaper. His top hat brushed the ceiling, and even then he couldn't stand up straight. When he saw Evan, he moved faster than anything that big should be able to, and went right for the door. Evan used every last bit of his strength to hold the door closed, listening to the bear talk to him.

"Come now, why don't you let your old friend Fredbear in? I'm just a tad bit HUNGRY."

Evan started to cry, losing his grip on the door. Eventually, the handle didn't feel like it was going to be torn out of his hands. He stepped back, and could hear Fredbear's deep laugh, and he heard his bed buckle under some form of weight. Evan whirled around, wiped tears out of his eyes, and flicked the flashlight on. Evan looked in horror as nightmare fredbear's head sat on the bed, making this horrible static noise

"Run run run! Hiding can't save you now, child!"

Evan kept the light on the head, crying freely, until it vanished. He strained his ears, listening for any footsteps...From the right hallway, footsteps came, Fredbear singing his little song... though he couldn't quite make out the words. He tiptoed to the door, and shut it, listening. He heard Fredbear's scythelike claws tear at the door.

"There is no reason to fear me, child. I am your friend, we all are your friends. We will tear you apart, and put you together again. "

He peeked out, and watched Fredbear move off, knocking things over, and taking paintings off the wall. They WERE real, not just a bad dream. This wasn't just a bad dream... It was nothing short of a nightmare. Fredbear sang his song, laughing. The closet shot open, and Evan jumped. Not in there as well! He ran to the closet, and shined his light. The same awful static noise filled his ears, and he shut the door, keeping it closed. Evan's vision swam from the tears, he could hardly think or see straight. He ran to the left door, and peered down it. Nothing. He ran to the right door, and saw Fredbear in the middle of the hallway. And then the smell hit him. OH the SMELL. It had the same rotting flesh smell like chica, but way, way worse. It was nauseating, and Evan shut the door, trying not to gag. He turned to the clock as he held the door closed, listening to Fredbear try to rip it off its hinges.1:02 am. Time really WAS at a crawl. He listened for any other noise, but heard nothing. Suddenly, the bed creaked loudly, and Evan spun around to face the bed. Evan shut his eyes, and shined the light on Fredbear, trying his best to block out the static. The noise stopped, and he heard Fredbear pacing in the hallway, still singing his song. It sounded like a funeral dirge more than anything. He silently longed for the real fredbear, not this... monster. Evan risked a glance down the hallway, and saw... something at the other end. It looked like Fredbear, but it was black, thinner, and way, way worse. It seemed to vanish as the light hit it, but that didn't stop evan from worrying that he would see that again. Fredbear's loud, thudding footsteps echoed down the right hallway, his singing getting louder. Evan closed the door, still crying silently. He threw all 100 or so pounds of his body against it, trying to keep the yellow bear out.

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"You're starting to annoy me, child."

The shaking of the door stopped, and the closet creaked again. Evan looked in it, and saw... nothing? Was he too slow this time? Was this it? Then he realized it wasn't the closet he heard creaking; it was the bed. He sprinted to it, and shined the light on Fredbear's head and upper body, his garbage can lid sized paws putting divots on his bed and blanket. The Freddy plush he had was on its side, Being tossed aside from the sheer bulk and weight of Fredbear. He Finally got a good look at fredbear. His stomach mouth was more of a tear with fangs, with saliva between the teeth, like the mouth of a dinosaur he had seen on TV that one time. His yellow fur wasn't friendly, stained with blood and torn in so many places it was hard to count. It was no wonder Fredbear was so strong, his arms were thick and had clear muscle. His claws were very sharpened, and his paws had paw pads on them, but that didn't make Fredbear any cuter. His mouth was out of alignment, like he had bitten something too big for it.

His black gums contained hundreds of needle-like teeth, double layered of course. His bowtie and tophat were that pretty purple material he always liked, glittering in the flashlight beam. Something about fredbear seemed too alive, too organic. Was it the ragged breathing sound? The saliva connecting teeth after he opened his mouth? How hungry and... alert his robotic eyes were? Whatever it was, it made Evan want to give up. To drop on the floor, and let Fredbear eat him. Eventually, Fredbear vanished, taking the stench with him. He heard Fredbear laugh from the hallway, and started to walk. Evan closed the door, refusing to look at that monster again. He turned to the clock again, reading the time. 2:43 am, almost halfway done. 2 am became 3 am, and 3 am became 4, slowly shattering Evan's resolve, his will to live.

His eyes were sore from crying, and he was slowing down. Fredbear was getting closer and closer each time. Suddenly, all the noise stopped. He checked the right hallway. Nothing. He checked the left hallway. Nothing. He checked the bed and the closet. Both empty. He sighed, and sat on the bed. Catching his breath, and wiping his eyes. Then he registered that not even the clock was ticking or the chirping of crickets could be heard. It was truly dead silent. He crept up to the door, and peeked outside of it. He squinted, trying to focus on... the black shadowy blob at the end of the hallway. He jumped back when the blob moved, and seemed to focus on him with the 2 red pinpricks it had for eyes. It moved way too fluid for a robot, and yet... eventually, it met the beam of light, and it was revealed in its full, 8 and a half foot tall horror. Its teeth were too big, and it looked emaciated. Its arms were too long, its body too short, and its legs bent at an unnatural angle. He could see through its body, looking at its endoskeleton, as his dad called it, and the servos and wires... but it didn't move into the light fully. It just... stared. He closed the door, hoping the abomination would leave. He didn't hear it leave, but the temperature seemed to rise again, just as the grandfather clock chimed 6. He fell asleep next to the door, holding his flashlight, its battery dropping further.