First Arc - FNAF (1)

"Ughhh..." I brought a hand to my head, trying my best to nurse what felt like a hangover, and not the simple kind either. I'm talking about a 'I've been partying for a week straight, drinking alcohol and doing all sorts of drugs' type of hangover.

And I'd know, because I'd had a few of those specific ones.

But that worry was soon replaced by another when I opened my eyes and realized I wasn't in my room anymore. No, I was in a dark hallway with blue walls and multiple posters strewn across the walls. Though because of the dark I couldn't quite make out the contents of them but again, my attention was quickly brought else where when I realized I was wearing clothes different to what I'd been wearing just a few seconds ago.

Well, I was actually wearing clothes, for one. But looking past that, I seemed to be wearing some kind of uniform. It was dark blue and I connected it with some kind of security uniform. It was reminiscent of a police officer's uniform, to be honest. Had a belt with a baton and a flashlight on it as well.

Slowing standing up off of the black and white checkered flooring, I grabbed the flashlight and turned it on. What I saw was a pretty long corridor which seemed to head to some pretty big hall - maybe I could see if anyone was there?

Looking around I realized this place reminded of those creepy kid playhouse things. There were a few in my home town and each and everyone of them creeped the hell out of me. Even when they weren't creeping me out, they still disgusted me. Every surface was usually slick with spit, snot, or some other bodily fluid - the places were probably full of diseases, and even if they weren't I didn't wanna put my hand in some other kid's spit/snot/other bodily fluid, so I stayed well away from those places.

What? Just because I'm an adrenaline junkie I can't want to stay away from putting my hands in spit and snot? Get outta here.

...Though, that does beg the question on how I got here. I clicked on that ad and then I blacked out.

Now, I'm all for a fun experience - I practically lived my entire life from one fun experience to another - but this reeked of creepiness and possible kidnapping. Wait a minute--

Wasn't this like that, uh, what was it's name again...? Terror Infinity, was it? Yeah...wasn't this literally the plot to the series? Someone fed-up with life or what it's become for them gets an ad on their computer of mobile device and then if they agree to what it offers, they get dragged into some sort of nightmare realm?

...Huh. Though I'm not opposed to it, I'm pretty sure the former 'I've been kidnapped' explanation is probably more reasonable than the 'I've been transported to a nightmare realm where GOD pushes me to evolve and overcome scary shit' explanation.

Though just as I was thinking about that, I caught a glance at one of the posters on the walls.

I stopped walking and turned my body to the poster, beaming the flashlight right on it. In a bit of a stupor I walked closer to the poster and just looked at it. I scanned the poster for any kind of discrepancy from what I knew...but it was stunningly authentic.

It was a poster with the picture of three anthropomorphic animals on it. The figure, which was obviously modeled after a bear, stood in the middle of the three and toward the front of the stage they were on. He, or what I assumed to be a 'he', was wearing a bow tie, a smallish top hat, and was holding a microphone in his paw-like hand. The second figure, a bunny, was to the left of the main bear, and it was purple in color and holding a guitar. Just like the bear, the bunny was wearing a bow tie but it's bow tie was red instead of black, matching it's much too human-like eyes.

By this point I was already accepting of what was happening. Or what had happened. It seemed that the 'I've been transported to a nightmare realm where GOD pushes me to evolve and overcome scary shit' explanation was right after all. But even then I looked to the third and final figure on the poster. It seemed to be modeled after a chicken or at least a baby chicken because it was yellow in color. It seemed more like a 'she' than the other figures, purely because unlike the others it had long, feminine eyelashes and seemed to be wearing eye shadow.

Lastly, 'she' seemed to be wearing a bib that had 'Let's Eat!!!' written across it in bold, yellow font, outlined by purple.

"...Huh," I said, looking down the hallway at the big room it led to. The flashlight I was using hadn't been powerful enough to show me what it was back at my starting position, but now? It showed me a room filled with long tables, low enough for kids and each table was lined with chairs appropriately sized for kids.

But my attention wasn't on that. It was on the figures on a stage at the far end of the room.

The same figures on the posters.

"Well..." I said, gulping down some excess saliva in my mouth, "Seems I know for sure where I am now, and that I am indeed in something like Terror Infinity. If not, I'm in one hell of a remake," I laughed, feeling my heart beat speed up at the implications of what this all meant. This was the location of the first Five Nights at Freddie's game, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

Feeling the fear and anxiety rushing through my veins...I smiled. Which was terribly uncharacteristic of people who find themselves in a horror-filled pizzeria with killer animatronics who are out on a mission to kill you or stuff you into a suit which is already filled - also killing you.

But this is what I'd been looking for. This rush...this thrill!

At my thoughts, a screen popped up in front of me.

[Welcome to God's Dimension.]

[Mission World: Five Nights at Freddy's

Mission: Survive Until The Morning

Side Quest:

Disabling any of the animatronics - 1000 Points and 1 D-Rank Reward

The mission will begin in 1 minute. Good Luck.]

With that, my smile didn't fade even a little bit and I turned round and ran back to where I'd came from. I knew that near there should be the control room/office where you were in the first game.

This was either gonna be really fun, or absolutely terrifying...and I don't know if those two things are even separate entities for me anymore.