I've really been into FNaF (Five Nights At Freddy's) on and off for awhile now, but not because of the content everywhere; horror, games? Yes please- although there's definitely some good AU shit out there, 100%. My turn is coming, I guess. Time to make my own stupid headcannons and write a silly short. End of A/N.
Okay, here we go. This shouldn't be too bad, right? I find myself sweating profusely, nervous. Sure, there's a chance I could die, but let's not focus on that! Panting slightly from my anxiety and forced optimism, I slap on a grin and bear it. It can't be so insufferable. They can't even speak! The one that is closest only has a music box! Actually, wait.. I think for a second. Not having a means of speaking or communicating at all is worse. Fuck, I hate my job! Continuing to sweat uncomfortably, I spin around in my chair a bit, flicking up the camera subconsciously and wasting power. Noticing this, I stop and begin to pay more attention to the situation. If I'm lazy or distracted, I'll surely perish.
In my mind, I begin to crazy laugh like all of the psychos in movies. Stupidly enough, I'm distracted again. How could I make it halfway through the night, let alone finish it alive?! I'm such a dumbass for thinking this could work out in my favor. One shift and I'll be having my guts wiped off the floor! Suddenly, I hear a loud noise coming from one of the two hallways on either side of the office I'm currently inside. Shoot me now. This is escalating hella fast. I regain my little optimism from earlier. Speaking to myself, I say, "Hey, at least you might save yourself from an even more gruesome death if you time shit right!"
Flicking up the camera smoothly, I anticipate that an animatronic rabbit will be staring into the lens. There it is, almost exactly as I thought; but even more horrifying, if you can believe that. After all, whatever could be more horrible than a terrifying death? I stop thinking negatively and choose to attempt a reaction that will actually help me. They move slowly towards the door to the office. It's open wide, almost welcoming. Spotting them through the window, I shut the door rapidly, fear making my breath hitch. Now all that's left to do is watch them closely and wait for them to leave. Thank ballin' Jesus for saving me there. Well, not really, but it's not important. I'm glad to be young and kicking nonetheless.
Sadly, that newfound safety might not last for long, as there are two active animatronics that may want to kill me before 6am. Emphasis on 'before'. As I check to make sure Bonnie has left, I end up accidentally seeing that Chica is now out of place. Of course, this had to happen early on. When else? Opening the metal door, I keep an eye and ear out for Chica, now worried about her entryway and potential to, quite literally, rip me to shreds. Hoping this night doesn't get any scarier..but I know it'll only get more nightmarish from now on.
And that's a wrap! How fun. Little FNaF moment, exciting! Oh, and more words this time, I believe? Anyway, got any ideas or requests yet? I await the moment someone asks. You can share your headcannons in the comments, too, if you'd like. End of A/N.
