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FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S MEME

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S

During the day, it's a place of joy. But you aren't here during the day. Maybe you've desperate for a bit of cash, and ignored the ominous warning on the newspaper ad. Maybe you've eaten at the pizzaria since you were a child, and thought that taking up a job here can't possibly go wrong. Or maybe you're just playing the game under your bed covers at 2am.

Because seriously, who the fuck would work here for more than one day.

This is a meme based of the new horror game, Five Nights at Freddy's. As you would expect, this is a horror meme. Therefore, warnings for blood, gore, mutilation, and if you're really fucking scared of living dolls and the like you might want to think twice before posting here. A playthrough for the brave, and a small snippet for the faint of heart:

You've been hired as the night guard at a pizzaria called 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizza', and it seems that the animatronics seem to get a bit... quirky at night. On your first day, a phone recording from the previous guards starts to play, and it explains that you can't let the animatronics see you, or they will force you into an animatronic suit. And with all those wires and cogs in an animatronic suit? Yeah, that isn't going to end well.

Unfortunately, you can't just close the doors and pray to whatever deity you believe in. You've got limited power (you know, budget cuts) to make it through from 12am to 6am. Checking security cameras to see where each animatronic is, turning on the hallway lights outside your guardpost, closing the doors- all of these take up power. Use it all up? Black out, and you're left exposed. Good luck surviving that.

The guy on the phone is good at giving you tips, at least-- but these robots don't just seem to be... robots. They only move when you're not looking, and when you are looking, they have a tendency to look straight at the screen. (People who've seen Bonnie at Cam 5 will know how batshit terrifying this is.) And they seem to be... rather intelligent. Wait, did that one just talk?

There's 4 animatronics- Bonnie the purple bunny, Chica the chicken, Foxy the fox and Freddy the bear. Foxy's special, in the sense that it's got a whole area to itself and if you don't watch it enough, it will run down the fucking hallway. Freddy rarely leaves the stage... but he will if you run out of power. Oops.

You've got to balance limited power, limited view and trust that lady luck is on your side-- just to survive to 6am.

Good luck, sport.

Options:

1. FIRST DAY: You and your new co-worker take the job as night security. Maybe you're childhood friends, maybe you're strangers to each other. But when the phone recording starts playing and you both realize this isn't exactly what you two signed up for, you'd better start working together. Fast.

2. OVERTIME: Maybe you're a sucker for the paranormal or you seriously have a death wish, but you haven't quit the job yet. Quite the contrary, in fact. You're working doubly hard. Except tonight, it seems that they're getting more... lively. Hey, did the rabbit just speak--

3. FUCK THIS SHIT: Hell no are you staying cooped up in the guard room. You're going out of there. Maybe you're gonna investigate the back rooms, maybe you're going to find someplace else to hide, or maybe, if you're actually sane, you're going to try finding a way to escape. Still, is that a the music box theme song you hear nearby? Maybe leaving wasn't the best idea...

4. THEY GOT YOU: Uh oh. Well, they're here. Time to say your last words before you get brutally slaughtered by walking talking animatronics.

5. CHECK PIRATE COVE GODDAMMIT: Hiring more than one guard was a mistake, because in the heat of the moment, you're arguing over what to do. Maybe they want you to close the door, but you've only got 20% left and 3 hours to go. Maybe they want to look at another camera. In any case, try to settle this dispute fast, or something else is going to do it for you.

6. WHY IS IT DARK: Oops, out of power. Quick, play dead!

7. JUST PLAYING THE GAME: You're not actually stuck in a life-or-death situation. You're just playing it on your computer. It's still fucking terrifying, though.

8. YOU CAN'T CONTROL ME: Or make your own prompts!

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[Jimmy hesitates for only a second before picking up his chair, hefting it in his arms. It's metal, but it's not too heavy to carry, especially with the adrenaline keeping him going. He begins to follow Joker, breathing in sharply when a loud banging starts up on the closed door almost the instant it's shut again.

Seems that they've learned that the activity drains the power, and if the power goes out, those doors go back up. Hopefully, by the time that happens, they'll have to make it through a ring of fire to get to their targets.

Still, that leaves Freddy. The bear has been unnervingly still and quiet all night, never leaving his post. Never moving. But once it got dark...]

[Joker would say they've no doubt known for a long time. How many night guards has this place gone through? At least a few.]

[They're screwing with them. That's the only thing that makes sense here, as far as Joker's concerned. Any of them could nab either of them, any time they'd please, but they follow messed up rules and practically mock them on the cameras...]

[They're drawing their fear out. He's sure of it.]

[With the fire's glow getting stronger on their backs, Joker tries to move quickly even with his breath held. Chica, Chica, Chica, where the hell did that stupid chicken go... It was the dining area or the restrooms, and they'd hit the kitchen before either of those, right?]

Keep yer ears out, Jims.

[Jimmy nods slowly, resisting the urge to glance over his shoulder every few seconds, not too interested in his last sight being a fox hooking him from the darkness through the back. The glow of the flames helps somewhat, because otherwise they would be in total darkness...

With nothing but their low breaths and footsteps to be heard, Jimmy continues on, tightening his grip on the chair in his hands. The feeling of being followed hasn't left, and now that they're outside of the "safety" of the tiny guard's office.

Then, suddenly, through the gloom comes a soft noise. Cick...click click click... like plastic teeth softly clacking together, soft and distant...quickly approaching.]

[Of course the chicken wouldn't stay away.]

[Joker curls his hands into tight fists, wondering if they're fast enough, wondering if they could make it to the kitchen in time, block the door somehow. But would that just get both of them caught and hooked?]

[Joker stops and pulls out the packet of matches again. There's just a few left- does Jimmy even know how to light these properly?- and shoves them into the boy's pocket.]

When ya get in there, get all the beer ya can break out and smash it onta the ground. Light a match, drop it in. Alright?

[If he doesn't, there's never going to be a better time for him to learn, is there? He can hear the noise- and it's coming fast, oh is it ever coming fast- and he just barely registers Joker stuffing the matches down into his pocket.

He nods again. The kitchen is just a few yards away, shrouded in darkness, with the fire still licking its way up the hallway from the other direction. The noise seems to be coming from the direction they're currently headed, so either that duck is in the hallway...

Or the kitchen.

Jimmy swallows hard, still hanging on to the chair as he sticks close to the wall.]

A-alright.

That a lad.

[He ruffles Jimmy's hair as if that'll reassure him, as if there isn't a monster made of metal and dead eyes somewhere lurking in the darkness.]

I'll get ya outta here, don't worry.

[But with that said, he looks serious once more and takes a deep breath as he strides forward. Either the bastard'll be waiting for them in the halls or the kitchens, but either way there's nowhere else to go but forward.]

[Jimmy can feel his stomach turning as Joker moves forward, his usual optimism snuffed by the several close calls they've had so far. He can still hear that Godawful clicking and rustling heading their way, getting louder and louder...

The kitchen door is only a few feet away, and right next to it are a pair of bright, shining eyes. There's only time to catch sight of them before a body suddenly rushes forwards with beak snapping and metal grinding within, a horrendous screech issuing from somewhere inside that mouth as Chica lunges for Joker from the shadows.]

Joker, look out!

[Fortunately, Joker has quick reflexes- it comes from being a child raised in such exciting circumstances as himself. He ducks those grasping hands and clacking beak, tries not to think too much on the fact that he thinks he saw fire glint off another set of teeth deep in its gullet.]

[He just ducks and slams his shoulder into its knees, finding it a minimal relief that the fake feathers and stuffing dull the ache of metal smashing into him. He'll trip the bastard, that'll give them a few.]

Hurry up, get in there!

[Jimmy darts quickly to the side when Chica goes down hard, skidding around the corner and quickly into the kitchen. He has no time to think, just act. He just hopes that Joker will be alright out there.

In the meantime, he starts searching frantically through the supplies, crates and boxes of things lined on the shelves. Most of it is aged from disuse, since the place has been due to close soon anyway. (It's a wonder that they're even guarding the place, to be honest). He feels his hands brush glass, and without stopping long enough to check what exactly he's holding, he shakes the bottle, feels liquid sloshing inside, and throws it against the ground.

The crash of shattering glass carries with it the scent of alcohol, meaning he's on the right track. He tosses a few more down, reaching up to the shelf that's up high and out of reach, bottles clearly placed up there for workers to indulge in when nobody was watching. Thank God for these long legs of his. He can also feel the alcohol splashing up around his legs and soaking into the edges of his jeans, but he ignores it until he's gotten as many of the bottles down as he can manage.

Matches, matches....he yanks the matchbook out and fumbles for one of the matches, trying to remember what he saw Joker do with them. A few strikes and false starts before the stick flares into life, lighting up the room.

And there, just in the far corner, stands Freddy. Still as death, white eyes wide and staring down at Jimmy with a permanent grin, shattered glass being the only thing separating him and the rule breaker. ...good thing he doesn't need to worry about that.

Joker will hear a strangled cry of terror as Jimmy falls back against the shelf, the match dropping from his hand. Almost immediately, the entire floor is alive with flames.]

[Joker wants to run in and join him as soon as he hears those doors swing. He really does. Being in the dark with a monstrous metal bird... It's never been something on his to do list. But the kitchen doors swing, back and forth, back and forth, they're not the kind of things you can really lock. They're not even something that are easy to blockade.]

[So he stays out in the hallway, feeling nervous adrenaline pumping through his legs. Every primitive bit of brain is screaming at him to run as Chica jerks and twitches back onto its feet. He's just going to have to hold it off for a little while until Jimmy can manage to get things started...]

[But the problem with these hellish hallways is that there's just not enough room. Another screech that saws at his nerves, another lunge, and there's no real room to dodge. Joker still tries, because there's nothing else to do, it'll see through another trip up, and he gets a hard hand slamming into his shoulder and him into the wall for his troubles. The back of his head gets acquainted with it quite well, as a matter of fact, and the dimly lit world swims. It's instinct that has him throw up his right arm in defense, and he hears more clearly than sees that horrifying tooth filled bill snap down on it.]

[Anything else would probably have bones cracking or some such thing. But instead it's hard plastic on plastic as the teeth dig into his prosthetic. It has him now, and it's jerking him forward despite how much he's digging his shoes into the cheap checkered tile. Past his arm, he can see even more clearly that second set of teeth- just teeth and eyes left, that's what it's dragging him off to-]

[Jimmy's scream is heard over the sudden roar of fire and everything in Joker's mind is shut down save for one desperate line of thought.]

JIMMY!

[There's a burst of pain in his shoulder as he twists and tugs, a sharp popping sound signaling his freedom, but Joker doesn't care. He just tears away from the animatronic, ducking under his arms and bolting for the kitchen doors. He slams through them with his left shoulder, his good one, prosthetic left dangling in Chica's mouth. He doesn't show any signs of care for the fire engulfing the floor, just bolts for Jimmy to try and get between him and Freddy as fast as he can.]

[The rush of fire suddenly illuminates the entire room, causing Freddy to recoil slightly from the light. It gives Jimmy enough time to get away from the flames, but they're spreading fast, jumping across the tiles and dancing across the shattered glass, sending up long shadows that flicker across the walls and ceiling.

Unlike Chica, Freddy makes no sound. He just stands behind the wall of flames for a moment, watching Jimmy across the barrier as he stands cowed against the wall, shaking and trying to catch his breath enough to scream, breathe, something. By the time he does, the animatronic is suddenly stepping through the flames, heedless to the fire trying to set the suit alight as Freddy reaches out to grab Jimmy around his midriff, jerking him off the ground and into the air.

He screams again, kicking and beating his fists against the metal arms holding him fast, the hands suddenly squeezing and squeezing...tighter and tighter, trying to feel through his skin, to see if there's a metal skeleton there, and clearly he's not in his suit, and that's a problem isn't it...

Seeing Joker suddenly rush in catches Freddy off guard, however, causing him to pause within the fire long enough for Jimmy to reach up a leg and kick out hard, kicking in one of the mascot's eyes and prompting him to release his hold. Jimmy hits the ground hard on his back, but quickly sits up and scrambles back before his clothing can fully catch fire, wheezing.

Now, Freddy turns his attention to the intruder, one of his eyes spewing sparks from the now gaping hole that Jimmy caused. Outside, Chica can be heard banging around, trying to either get inside or get away from the fire quickly traveling up the hallway.]

[There's no real plan for this.]

[Beyond "block the door" to Bonnie and Foxy, beyond "set every goddamn thing ablaze", Joker hadn't gotten too much into the fine details. It'd been something born spur of the moment, ideas hastily thrown together and tied with string to keep it from falling apart at least too quickly. But there was thing he had been counting on-]

[That Freddy wouldn't leave the stage.]

[But here he is, staring at him with one dead eye and the other socket almost an improvement over that.]

[The fire's going to get all of them, soon enough. Aware that he's honestly a dead man walking at this point, Joker decides to throw all caution to the wind. It doesn't matter anyway. Only two things matter, and one of them is spreading over the entire building well enough on its own. That only leaves one matter.]

[In the flickering light of the kitchen, the emergency exit sign shines.]

Jims! Get outta here! Me and our good bear here have a bit ta chat about!

[Even as he talks, he doesn't let his gaze off Freddy. Instead, he just hefts himself up onto one of the counters- keep the fire from getting him too soon. His shoes clack against the hard surface as he makes a wide challenging gesture. The grin on his face is strained and maybe a bit manic.]

C'mon, ya rotten bastard! Yer friend out there's already got a part a me, but ain't enough ta put in a suit! What, too much light for ya!?

[Even with no proper way to emote, Freddy seems to take particular offense to Joker's jeering as he stands as far from the most violent parts of the fire as possible- not to keep from catching fire, since scorched bits of the suit are already falling to the floor in clumps- but to keep from being fully within the light of the flames.

As Jimmy is using the shelf to pull himself back to his feet, Chica is stuck in the hallway with fire on both sides, and the sound of the mascot's electronics failing as the heat grows is telling of just how violent the fire has gotten out there. Even now the room is quickly becoming thick with smoke, choking off Jimmy's words as he looks up at Joker, one hand over his mouth.]

I-...I'm not- leaving you here! Joker-!

[He's cut off by the sound of more glass shattering as the flames reach the shelf lined with bottles, more falling into the flames and bursting with flares of fire and waves of heat.

Before he can think to do much else, Freddy makes a move, the fire's light reflecting off of his remaining eye as he reaches to grab Joker by the midriff in a similar manner he did with Jimmy, several parts of the suit immediately catching fire the second he ventures back into the flames.]

You'll do as yer told-!

[There's no time to say anything else. Before he knows it, the fire bulges out, parts, and there's that metal monstrosity lunging for him. His body reacts automatically before his brain has anything to say about it. Joker makes a jerk to the side to avoid that large grasping hand before lunging forward himself. His own uniform is starting to catch alight, he knows, but pure adrenaline keeps him going forward anyway. His hand grabs onto one rickety ear threatening to melt under his palm, and he pulls himself forward as one knee slams into that nose.]

[And that's where physical reaction does him in.]

['There should be an arm' his body says, moving accordingly, but there's nothing but an empty socket now. The fuck up has him tumbling over Freddy's back with a yelp. Waiting for him? Nothing but hard floor and flames. His shoulder takes most of the impact, socket almost overwhelmed from the pain of it, but it's the side of his face which gets flames. It draws out an animalistic screech of pain from the man, recoiling and shakily scrambling to his feet as his hand slams up to try and smother the pain. Even adrenaline can only go so far.]

[The entire kitchen is a scene of horror. The flames are raging, and the sharp knee to the center of Freddy's face skews with the electronics hidden underneath quite badly, sending the mascot's body twitching and more sparks gushing from the mouth and eyes as it staggers, flames eating at the legs and up the rest of the suit's body.

By now, Jimmy isn't even yelling anything coherently any longer. He can't tell if the tears rolling down his cheeks are from the smoke burning his eyes or from the panic and anguish at seeing Joker's body catch fire. He's hovering near the exit, frozen with terror, trying to will his legs to move and run, just run, do as you're told Jimmy, for once just do it...

A sudden screech from the doorway signals that Chica has succumb to the flames. That still doesn't account for Foxy or Bonnie, but it's a dim hope that the both of them have been devoured by the flames as well.

Across the room, Freddy's body lurches as he jerkily tries to turn around to reach for Joker again, half of his face burned away and more disappearing at an alarming rate. Nearly half of the suit itself is gone, and soon enough it will be nothing but a walking skeleton.]

[He can hardly breathe, choking on smoke and his own tears and snot as they stream down his face. Has Jimmy escaped? It's impossible to tell.]

[The roar of flames, the screech of electronics- it all blends together to deafen him. The pain shooting across his face, across his entire body now, the smoke, the tears- how can he see anything like this?]

[But god o' mercy, he hopes Jimmy has escaped. He's just as good as any other family Joker's got, even if it ain't official, and heaven knew he was a better person than Joker was. He could live a life he wouldn't feel guilty about and make people's lives better, more than likely. Joker's never prayed much, but he prays a bit now as some foolish human instinct in him forces him to keep moving forward.]

[Let him live, that's all I'll ever goddamn ask from you!]

[His leg gives out from him and he crumples briefly- an unplanned bit of fortune that has him avoid being grabbed. Dragging up what little other strength he has, he manages a few more steps just to get across the room... and then collapses against the wall there, sliding to the floor. Even as his face still contorts in pain, he bats at the fire clinging to his clothes. Everything hurts. Hazy eyes narrow at the monstrous pile of metal approaching.]

Try as ya like, ya hellish thing... No time for either us...

[He's not even aware that Jimmy is still inside and not that far off.]

[Jimmy has to resist the urge to throw his hands over his ears to block out the sound of both Freddy and Chica screaming in unison now, Chica steadily burning up in the hallway, and Freddy quickly on his way to being nothing but metal and electronic parts. The smoke is swiftly sucking all of the oxygen out of the room as well, making it even more difficult to breathe, not to mention the thick smoke that's making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Even though he's huddled against the wall only a few feet away, Jimmy can't make out Joker's face anymore. He can only see the vague outline of his body as he lies on the floor, clearly struggling not to succumb to all of the smoke and heat and...

Shakily, Jimmy pulls his feet back when he feels them growing uncomfortably hot, the soles of his sneakers starting to grow soft as they threaten to begin melting under the flames now traveling quickly his way. He couldn't just leave Joker here to die. It wasn't fair. They both came to this place together, and Jimmy intended for both of them to leave. Together.

Dead or alive.

With arms heavy like they've been weighted, Jimmy stiffly pushes himself up, eyes searching frantically for that form again in the black smoke. Two shadows...one a skeleton, and one a man, burnt and seconds from being engulfed by the flames. Choking, Jimmy thrusts both hands out into the cloud ahead of him, ignoring the searing pain as he grabs Joker's coat, pulling back with all the strength he has left in him to try and drag him toward the door.]

C-Cmon...Cmon...

[He whispers to himself, kicking weakly at the exit door. Loud, dull thumps and dull pressure and pain lancing up his leg tell him he's making contact, but who knows if the door will actually open. Maybe it's already open, he won't know until they get out of the smoke.

Wheezing, Jimmy tries to pull Joker closer, dragging both his body and his own toward the door. Freddy is still in the flames, burning and burning, now nothing more than a metal endoskeleton.]

[For a moment, Joker nearly thinks he's hallucinating from a mixture of whatever composes this hell hole and the smoke gleefully shoving down into his lungs. He told Jimmy to leave. He can't be here. He can't.]

[But then he blinks away the tears from his eyes, one a bit better than the other, and there the little shit is with the two of them too close for the smoke to block much. Joker opens his mouth to speak but only manages a coughing fit for a good moment. It's when Jimmy is kicking at the door does he finally manage to straighten his legs out beneath him and find something vaguely resembling footing.]

Idiot, told ya ta leave. There's- [A cough, a wheeze, like his lungs want to be hacked up.] -a handle, a bloody handle, Jimmy.

[He blindly reaches out and the door is hot against his palm. But everything's hot and burning, it feels like, so who cares? He just fumbles out, feels a protrusion, and weakly tries to push...]

[And will fall face first to the ground when it pushes open if Jimmy doesn't keep a sturdy hold on him.]

[The door swings open rather suddenly thanks to Joker's weight against it, and in the meantime Jimmy had been dragging himself to his feet, and manages to reach up and catch Joker as he tumbles forward. He wants to say something- "It's gonna be alright, we're out! Look, we're okay!"- but he can barely manage to breathe with all of the smoke. Freddy is nowhere to be seen now, and neither are any of the other animatronics, hopefully long gone among the inferno that's currently destroying Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

Good riddance.

Jimmy staggers out with Joker still in his arms, unsure exactly how far the both of them are going before his knees give out and he collapses, feeling his face hit something cool and wet when he hits the ground. His first instinct tells him that it's blood, oh, God- but then he feels something sticking to his face, the ground soft and spongy beneath as he lies there on his side, coughing and wheezing with tears still blinding his burning eyes.

Grass. Dew on the grass. The black, starry sky with the full moon above staring down at them as the building burns a few yards behind them. The boy shivers but doesn't move otherwise, barely able to lift his head from how bad it's swimming.

...but they're outside. It's not even 6, and they're outside.]

[It's a blessing to press his burning face against the dew of the grass, and Joker lets his eyes close the longest he's had in this entire cursed night. Everything in him aches... But better pain than outright death or, worse yet, being shoved into another metal monster.]

[He counts out ten inhales and exhales, letting his pained body get some rest. Soon enough, however, he's struggling up onto his good elbow. Now that the adrenaline is slowly ebbing away, he's becoming all the more aware of how much his face and empty socket hurt.]

Ugh... C'mon Jims. Needta get... car. [He huffs out a breath.] Bloody things might come outta that hell, God knows they're determined enough, rotten... things...

[Another huff.]

Need ta fix myself up...

[He doesn't need a mirror to know he looks like he crawled out of hell. All that makeup ruined, tsk.]

[Jimmy doesn't answer for a minute, relishing the chance to just...lie there and not move, for a little while. He has yet to notice that his clothing is rather charred in places and he reeks of smoke and alcohol, but that's the least of his current worries.

He sits up a bit too quickly and hunches over slightly with one hand to his head, letting out a soft groan as he waits for the world to stop spinning. Once it does, though, his eyes are locked on Joker- his burnt face in particular.]

J...a-are you okay...?

Not dead. S'more than I was expectin', quite frankly.

[He'd given up, quite frankly, given up to either suffocating smoke or burning flame or the piercing pain of metal claws grabbing at him in frightening determination. It's... almost bewildering to feel grass beneath his palm and pain pounding in his face. Joker let's out a hiss of breath as he wobbily sits up on his knees.]

Help get me ta the car, will ya? [And because he feels he should say it-] Told ya ta run, ya thick fool.

[Jimmy nods a little, carefully reaching over to put his arm around Joker's shoulders, pulling his good arm around to drape it over his while he slowly stands.]

I wasn't gonna just leave you in there.

[He mumbles, shrugging his shoulders a little before starting off across the grass, heading away from the burning building as fast as he can without causing Joker to stumble.]

Bloody fool.

[Joker heaves a breath, forcing his legs to work at least a little. The world is kind of hazy- honestly he probably shouldn't be allowed to drive in this state.]

[...Actually he's missing an arm, he might not be able to drive at all. Ah well.]

...Thanks.

[He can't help but smile, although weakly, as he squeezes Joker's good shoulder a bit.]

You're welcome. ...And I'm sorry.

If we were gonna burn up in that place, it was gonna be together. ...but I'm glad we aren't.

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