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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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[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.

Thas stupid rubbish hero talk, Jims. Don't fill yer head with that stuff, you'll end up doin' somethin' ridiculous at some point.

[Like standing on a counter in a flaming kitchen and swearing at an animatronic bear.]

[Although, to be fair... that wasn't really heroics. Not in Joker's book. He's no hero, first of all. He wouldn't have done it for anyone else save his family.]

...Know how ta drive stick?

[Know how to drive at all, Jimmy?]

[He just shakes his head a little, trying to ignore the roar of the fire in the distance as the building rapidly begins to fall apart, a deep crash echoing through the area as part of the roof caves in.

AND...UUHHH...]

Not...exactly? ...

[How about not...at all.]

[...Welp.]

No better time ta learn than when we're tryin' ta get away before the authorities get here, then! Or before our friends back there pull a zombie movie on us.

C'mon, get me ta the passengers seat and get my keys outta my pocket, this probably won't be more of a disaster than anythin' else that's happened tonight.

[Welp indeed.]

A-alright...

[The car isn't too far away, at least, and he manages to get them both over there without any further incidents. Of course, he's not feeling too confident about the implications here because Joker, he's never driven in his entire life and he's pretty sure riding a bike does not count.]

[Hey, what's the worst that could happen? That they could die? At least it wouldn't be by being stuffed into an animatronic suit.]

Just ease me in, alright?

[He feels like he's been run over.]

[He nods again, getting the door open with some difficulty before helping Joker have a seat in the passenger's side. After doing that he grabs the aforementioned keys, trying not to think about how many holes have been burnt clear through his clothing. It was a really, really close call that they had.

Then he steps around to the other side once he's closed the door after Joker, glancing over his shoulder at the fire in the distance. The building has been completely consumed at this point.]

[What a shame that is. Truly. Joker is going to cry over the loss of such a beloved children's paradise.]

[...Ha ha nah.]

[He just leans back once he's in the seat, heaving out a breath and closing his eyes again. That... was certainly something. He's had a few close calls throughout his life, but nothing quite like that.]

C'mon. Ain't no use lookin' back at it.

[So shame, much disgrace.

Right then.

Jimmy slips into the car and pulls the door shut behind him, turning his attention now to Joker. The adrenaline has mostly faded, leaving him breathless and exhausted. Even as he puts the keys in the ignition, he's still looking Joker's way.]

You sure you're okay?

Just a bit sore, don't ya worry.

[He tries to grin over at Jimmy, but it quickly contorts into a grimace as the burns on the side of his face flare up in pain. Tenderly, he reaches up to touch at it. He can't really regret setting everything on fire- it worked out for them ultimately and now no one else needs to deal with those blasted things. But... It's certainly left its mark.]

Might have ta stop at one a those all night pharmacy places. [Where the hell's the nearest Walgreen's...] Anyway, just turn the key all the way and then move the stick up ta the 'D', alright?

[He does as Joker bids him, and soon the car engine is rumbling quietly. It's a welcome sound compared to the perpetual quiet of the pizza place, occasional laughter and music box music ringing out in the silence.]

Got it.

[Well, at least the pizza place won't be silent tonight, but that's really more on account of the fire. Joker keeps an eye on Jimmy's hands and tries not to move too much.]

Good lad. Now press down gentle like on the pedal at your right foot.

[After a short pause, Jimmy tightens his grip on the wheel slightly and does so, managing to actually ease the car forwards.

..if they're lucky, they might not die tonight.]

[Fingers crossed, right? Look on the bright side. It's two something in the morning. Who's really out driving tonight? They might do minimum damage.]

[They have burned down a well-loved establishment, I think knocking down a few mailboxes and upending a trash-can or two is the least of their concerns.

And maybe their stupidly meager paycheck will pay for the damages.]

[They will pry Joker's 120 from his cold dead fingers. He didn't lose an arm for NOTHING.]

[Let's hope the majority of that doesn't go to, uh.

Fixing your face.

And your arm.

...basically your everything.]

[...Maybe being dead would be better than having to deal with fucking American healthcare.]

[Think they'll let him on a plane back to England looking like this?]

[Possibly?

Just tell them you had a very bad accident in the kitchen and they'll probably believe it.

...heck, it's not even a lie.]

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