Five Nights AT Freddy's

#4 The Visit +

#5 The 4th Night

Mike went back to the pizzeria, in the day time, to check and make sure that all of the kids were safe, and the robots were only bringing ‘fun’ and ‘joy’ if only these kids knew. If only they knew that these robots where wicked and twisted. They all seemed to be having a good time, so Mike investigated elsewhere.

He walked down the checkerboarded patterned floor to E Hall Corner, close to his office where he found a sign. It read:

“ RULES FOR SAFETY ”

1. Don’t Run.

2. Don’t Yell.

3. Don’t Scream.

4. Don’t poop on floor.

5. Stay close to mum.

6. Don’t touch Freddy

7. Don’t hit.

8. Leave before dark

Thank you,

Managment

Mike could understand why to leave before dark, he had just had two whole nights full of close-calls and annoyances by the obnoxious deadly robots, also he could understand why NOT to poop on the floor, nobody likes to clean that up, but why couldn’t they touch Freddy?

Mike took this as another opportunity to snoop around the restaurant more. He looked in every nook and cranny there was. He even looked at the broken down Pirate’s Cove, not so broken down at night, though! He moved back down to E Hall Corner, but the Rules for Safety wasn’t there instead there was a sign that read:

“Kids Vanish at Local Pizzeria – Bodies Not Found!”

“Two local children were reportedly lured

into a back room during the late hours of operation

at Freddy Fazbears Pizza on the

night of June 16th while video surveillance

identified the non-responsible and led to his

capture the following morning, the children

themselves were never found,

presuming dead.”

“Police think that the suspect

dressed as a company mascot to

earn the children’s trust.” 

That was horrible, but extremely suspicious that nobody had warned him that there had been unfortunate losses at this establishment before hiring him. Thoughts were spinning wildly in his head that The Boss hadn’t informed him about this and was acting very suspicious. 

He wondered how long ago this tragedy occurred, maybe his boss didn’t know about or maybe he was scarred by all of his sues and didn’t want to talk about it, and tried to move on. Or maybe he was a part of the murder? All these thoughts were spinning in his mind that he was dizzy

And how in the world did that sign get there? It was just the safety regulation a minute ago, and now it’s an article. Why would they even hang an article about the disappearances of two children in the restaurant it happened in? Were they proud of it? 

Suddenly, he saw Foxy the Pirate Fox in Pirate Cove, peeking with his beady eyes, gazing at him, seething with pure blood-thirsty rage through the purple, star adorn curtains and saw those seething red teeth and the bloodthirsty look. Mike decided it was time to go, but just as he was leaving, Freddy had other thoughts.

He felt a strong padded grip on his arm. He turned to see that Freddy Fazbear had placed his robotic hand onto Mike’s arm. Mike’s face turned sweaty and scared. “Get off me!” he screamed.

It’s Me! The words flashed in Mike’s head. The words were in Fazbear’s eyes. “Get off!” he said, punching Freddy Fazbear in the face. He ran out the doors, as Fazbear's eyes turned red. Little did Mike know that that was the worst possible thing to do.

But wait... don't go anywhere cause we also have...

Five Nights at freddy's #5

The 3rd Night!

"Hello, hello? Hey you're doing great! Most people don’t last this long. I mean, you know, they usually move on to other things by now. I'm not implying that they died. Th-th-that’s not what I meant. Uh, anyway I better not take up too much of your time. Things start getting real tonight.

Uh... Hey, listen, I had an idea: if you happen to get caught and want to avoid getting stuffed into a Freddy suit, uhh, try playing dead! You know, go limp. Then there's a chance that, uh, maybe they’ll think that you're an empty costume instead. Then again if they think you're an empty costume, they might try to... stuff a metal skeleton into you. I wonder how that would work. Yeah, never mind, scratch that. It's best just not to get caught. Um... Ok, I'll leave you to it.

It was dark and cold and he didn’t feel as comfortable and confident sitting there in the freezing office, with a bunch of death-dealing angry robots on the loose wandering around the pizzeria. But there were lots of reasons that he couldn’t give up now. The first reason was, well, it was useless trying to sprint through the pizzeria to go home unless it’s 6am because undoubtedly, he would run into an animatronic and let’s just say they don’t like to have a chat over a cup of tea and biscuits. You would be the biscuit. And they would be the ones chomping (hardly) down on your head.