He seemed more human. Every hour he changed more and more from a robot to a man. But he wasn’t. He was completely different. Not a robot, not a human. Then what?

I spent a long while thinking about it, listening to a ticking clock. Which clock? None. This place had only those LCD displays, because no one wanted to make sure the clocks ran properly, so everything was electronic. But I needed that ticking now to measure time. So it just appeared. Could I control this place? I didn’t know.

I knew that I came here yesterday, at least that’s how I remembered it. But I felt less and less sure the more time I spent thinking. Nothing seemed normal or as one would suspect it to be. I remembered that…

“Exactly. I remember. Why?”

Every hour things just became weirder and weirder, more hostile, and yet in some way friendly. Like a fly trap, tempting with its smell, only to suddenly close over an unsuspecting fly, causing it to die in its acid.

“But I never could have escaped. I’ve been melting since I came here.” I thought, looking at the ceiling, doors, floor. The world was spinning. “No”. I saw everything at once, while still having closed eyes. Nothing was the way it should be.

“Why do I remember everything now?”. My memories came flooding back, no longer dissolving into the abyss. They were lasting. It made me worried. This could mean only one thing: that those hours had succeeded in whatever their task was. And now this place, this nightmare was laughing in my face, showing me what it can do. Proud, showing off events of this night, mocking my trusting nature, in the depths of my watery grave.

“WATERY?” Yelled my brain, jolting me back to the real world. I couldn’t breathe under the surface of the water. Quickly I opened my eyes and got up from the ground, choking and coughing.

— What the hell was that? — The floor was flooded. Water reached only my knees but it was enough to drown me, had I stayed on the ground for a minute longer. I couldn’t understand it. It had to be a dream, yet everything seemed so real, so physical. — My nightmare. — I muttered.

A slow laughter reached my ears from afar. Whatever it was, it was getting closer. With each tick of the clock it approached its goal, my death. And all I could do was stand in the middle of the room, like a kid lost in a shopping mall, waiting for his parents to finally find him. But I didn’t want to act like a child. I wanted to show what I’m capable of. I wanted to show this nightmare, that it hasn't yet broken me, that I will fight. I gathered the full strength of my mind and took a step back. It was a mistake, my leg didn’t hit the hard floor, it went further, down the abyss, and it took me with it.

The light of three lightbulbs blinded me. Once more I was in the office, this time though everything was dry and different. Clean and perfectly white tiles, cupboards and shelves full of medical supplies and in between all of that, me. Strapped to an operating table with belts, like one of those emotionless murderers I’ve seen on TV. I tried to get out but the restraints were too strong. I closed my eyes, trying to listen to the imaginary clock.

— Tick tock, tick tock. — I whispered between breaths, feeling up my nose with the smell of a sterilization fluid. I tried to think about something else. Anything. “My parents”. In my mind I got back to the times when I used to run around the house, I tried to bring back the details of it, imagine myself inside. Safe. Substituting the thought of murderers and operations with a smell of fresh apple pies.

I had opened my eyes, shocked, standing straight up in some small space. My nose was attacked by the smell of hot pie, freshly vacuumed carpets and spring with its flowers and melting snow. I laughed triumphantly exiting the closet in the living room. Everything was as I remembered it, red walls, a big table in the middle of the room, a window leading out to my grandparent’s pastures, right to me the door to our kitchen - always closed so as to not disturb my mother when she was inside. To my left was a corridor leading to the rest of the house. “I won” I thought, falling down to my knees, tired. This thing couldn’t get to me, and even if it managed to do so, I finally realized I have control over this… “Dream?”

I still had no idea where I was really, but I was sure I had the upper hand, at least for a bit. I could control it, make things happen, change them. But I had to make sure. I dipped my hands into the soft and fluffy carpet, unmistakably coming from my childhood. Before we moved to the city. “Well then, it’s time to touch the whole house” I smiled to myself and took to work, checking how real everything around me was.

— Y/N? Is that you? — I froze hearing a female voice. It came from the kitchen and sounded exactly like…

— Mom? — I asked quietly. — MOM?! — I got excited, finally letting go of the table that I made sure to touch thoroughly and moving in the direction of the kitchen.

“But, what if it’s a trick?” I stood as if glued to the floor. My inner voice was right. It could have just been a fake, made to catch me. I stared at the doors that emanated the intoxicating smell of the apple pie. There was silence behind them, quickly broken by the sound of a moving chair. — And who else? Wait for me, I’ll bring us a piece of the pie!

She couldn’t have been a lie, right? She isn’t even enticing me to come closer, sounds perfectly like her and goes my way with a piece of a pie! Either way my heart told me to take a step back.

Bonnie destroyed the door, sending pieces of wood my way. His slow laughter filled the house, echoing among the empty walls, which seemed to dissipate like made out of paper mache, tearing and bubbling, slowly revealing the well known texture of Freddy pizzeria’s walls. My first reflex was to jump farther away and cover my head with my hand, but I quickly regained composure and lowered my hands to see the enemy. A giant bunny, or rather a room high faceless beast stared at me with a mocking smile on its plushy muzzle and a pair of red eyes, protruding as if two diodes from his torn up head.

We were back in the pizzeria, my body was shaking while this thing kept twisting more and more. Creature’s body vibrating and melting from shape to shape while slowly lowering its head to my level, getting ready to spring into running, still smiling and laughing in its jittery, deep voice. But I didn’t let it transform fully and ran out into the corridor.

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It somehow seemed endless. I ran and ran, for a minute, two, turning from corridor to corridor. It took a moment for me to realize that I was walking around a giant labyrinth. I was gasping for air quietly, leaning against a wall, feeling the tears coming out of my eyes. It all was so unreal, just yesterday I was living peacefully and now, just a few hours later here I stood eye to eye with a beast. “Beasts,” said the voice in my head. Yes it was right, I had to stop in place, not allowing myself to let a single noise out, not because I couldn’t run longer, but because I heard this thing. It was walking differently than Bonnie. Using all four legs, it sounded like bones hitting the hard floor, and now it was looking for me just behind this wall.

“The ticking. It comes from them.” noticed the logical side of my brain. And it was right, the sound of the clock was the loudest just when near them. Some kind of mechanism like a heart dictated the rhythm inside them, and now it was getting quieter with every tap of the beast’s legs.

I started to run the moment I heard the clock get silent. Instantly I heard steps behind me. Something more was after me. “Great, absolutely fucking amazing! As if you couldn’t wait a moment longer, what are you trying to get to? Your death? Cause if so - you are on your best way!” Said the voice in my head. “I don’t have the time for talking, I have to run.” I answered while taking turns into more twisted and thinner corridors. “You never have the time to talk. I’m pretty sure this is the first time you answered me!” I nearly slipped, trying to make sense of what just happened “So who am I talking to?” I asked mentally.

“Yourself. People went to psychic wards for less.” Commented the snarky voice. “You are going mad Y/N. You don’t even realize that, but this thing, LEFT!” I turned just as the voice asked, the wall behind me exploded in a cloud of dust, splinters of wood and pieces of drywall, revealing Bonnie and something with it. The smaller beast turned into a blur when it jumped my way. “Foxy” assessed the voice in my head, once again forcing me to the side. I felt my strength leaving me but I couldn’t stop running. I was fighting for my own life.

“Run Y/N! Run!”

Before I was able to answer, I felt a strong jerk to the side. Foxy ran just past me and I fell to the cold floor, ready to fistfight whatever grabbed me. Quickly I got up on my legs but there was no one or nothing there. I was in the office once more. “You don’t have to thank me.” Said the voice, seemingly more quiet than before. “Where are they?” I asked. “They will be here shortly, but you have a bit of time…” The voice seemed to fade. “What’s happening, is everything alright?” I asked.

“Don’t talk to yourself” answered the voice, just like his mother used to tell him when he was worried and talked to himself. Before he died. The next moment he was gone. I felt the lack of his presence in me, just as if a part of me died, got severed. Maybe it was the case? But I couldn’t think about it too much. I had to do something or I risked not seeing the light of day ever again. I grabbed a stool and hit the wall with it. It crumbled, telling me how much money Fazbear Entertainment put into the construction of this building. The chair wasn’t too strong either and it broke after the third hit, leaving me with its leg as an improvised weapon.

Left - so called west - corridor was longer than I remembered it to be, but I moved forward somewhat confidently. — Stop. — I heard Freddy’s voice. Not slowing down I moved towards the beast, whatever it was.

— I’ve had enough. — I answered loudly, getting closer to the doors.

— We can’t let you go. — I heard voices. They came from the walls, whispering to me in dozens of different intonations, dozens of voices, dozens of people. Dead? Trapped? Locked in the walls of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria? Looking for something. Peace? “No…” — Death.

— Ah, so that’s how it is, now you can read my mind? — Shivers went down my spine just thinking about it.

— I always could do that. — I didn’t even notice when Freddy, a handsome man dressed in a mandatory pizzeria’s worker suit, stood in front of me, at the end of the corridor. — We are merely waiting for you to die.

— Well you are pretty bad at it! I’m still here in one piece! — I yelled while swinging around the piece of wood, which seemed to get heavier and heavier with every moment.

— You are wrong Y/N. — He answered. — And I am here to show your error.

Before I was able to properly register Freddy’s words, his face fell in on itself showing the bone underneath. Or was it steel? Freddy bent in half, the lights started blinking like crazy and he… he began to change. His bones were breaking with a dull noise, the floor got covered by a thick fluid and all I could do was stand and look. Something held me from behind, pushing me forward, towards him. I started to scream, finally letting go of my only weapon. The beast was twisting and elongating like caramel in pain with protruding teeth, spines and body parts along its massive body. His pores were exploding, ripping apart the creature, allowing thick cables to finally sprout from inside looking like some weird kind of worms.

The whole corridor twisted. Dozens, maybe hundreds of voices screamed out, showing up and hiding in the gurgling mass of bodies that used to be the walls of Freddy’s Pizzeria. The moving mass pushed me towards my demise, spewing blood and oozing at me, slowing down my movements, binding me. Leading towards the giant bear, standing in front of me, as if my nemesis, my nightmare. With a twisted face, wriggling in a mad smile. He was waiting for me, savoring the moment, and all I could do was scream like never before.

Finally, in the middle of the corridor I was able to reach the broom closet’s door handle. This place gave me creeps from the moment I came here, but now it was my last lifesaver. The wet handle became my only anchor in the flowing, living and breathing river. But even it didn’t help. The doors soon became decaying, crumbling and turning into more goo soon to join the mass of staring and reaching towards me in an accusatory gesture, corpses.

All I found behind the door was my terrified face, it was wounded and dirty, looking back at me from a mirror. I was finally able to look behind me. The wriggling pile of corpses was dominated by something yellow, purple and red. The Freddy’s gang.

My feet were slipping on the wet and crumbling floor, revealing only more and more victims. — Who are you?! — I yelled, trying to understand anything from what was happening, but the mass of corpses yelled out together, making it impossible to make out what they said. My trying was futile, I was unable to move even for a single millimeter. I wasn’t able to stop my own death. I felt completely lost, without any hope to run away from this place, all I could hope for is for the end to be painless.

But the whirling body of Freddy didn’t leave much to imagination. In just a couple of seconds I was about to feel all those teeth and nails digging into me, those hands and claws ripping me apart. Trying to get to my insides, mindless in their brutality but smart enough to keep me alive just a while longer, so I could endure everything. Feel everything.

There was only one last thing in my life. The only thing I could control. The knowledge. I had to know:

— Why?

My mouth got filled by the mass. I felt how cold and long fingers of the half decayed bodies got inside me, choking me from the inside.