*Author's Note: This is the point where things will get a bit... graphic. You have been warned. This is also where the emotional roller coaster - I'm really good at writing emotional roller coasters, not to brag - truly begins. Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor. Love, Girlie.*
Daniel panted when he finally came to a halt. He was in a pitch black room.
"Okay... Okay," he whispered into the darkness. "No one can find me here."
He held his hand in front of his face, but he saw nothing. He stumbled around until he found a wall to lean against.
Immediately, his mind wandered. What just happened? Was that really Freddy Fazbear? How did he come off the stage after them? How did he turn around? The restaurant was closed. No one could have been controlling him.
He realized he was shaking. He forced himself to stop and sat down on the floor.
Where was Freddy anyway? Was he after him? Or worse? Was he after his sister?
Though he felt fairly guilty about it, he willed Freddy to attack Mabel or Dipper instead of either of them. "Pleasepleaseplease..."
He looked out the door, but there was nothing there. Still he didn't feel relaxed. Not at all.
He blinked. That's it. A single blink. And when his blue eyes opened again, in the doorway was a lit-up smile.
Daniel whimpered ever so softly as a tune played in his ears. It was familiar. He soon recognized it as a music box theme. His mother had bought a wooden music box from a garage sale long ago that sang the same song.
He recalled sneaking in her room whenever she was gone, opening it up, and listening to it for hours.
His joy was about to become his demise.
He shut his eyes tight and hugged his legs to his chest. He listened to the song play, wondering why Freddy didn't just do whatever he was going to do already. It struck him. Was he about to die one of those slow, painful deaths? Was this going to be as drawn out as possible?
The song stopped. Daniel's eyes shot to the door. The lit-up features of Freddy were gone. He couldn't keep himself from going "Yes!" He made it. He survived.
He stood up and was suddenly raised off the floor by his arm. He cried out in pain as the grip on him tightened. He saw it was Freddy. Freddy had him. It was all a trick to make Daniel think he’d lived. A nasty trick.
He struggled and pled. "Please let me go. Please. Freddy, please. Please." He repeated his pleads over and over to no prevail.
He placed his hands on Freddy's face and shoved with all his might, but he was no match.
He resorted to hitting and kicking.
Freddy began to walk, pulling the scared boy along with him. Daniel began to sniffle. He was completely and utterly terrified. "Please. Please let me go. Please." He pulled on the hand holding onto him. "Stop," he whined, warm tears beginning to run down his cheeks. He began to realize that his cries were falling on deaf ears.
Still, he didn't give up. He continued to struggle. Freddy came to a halt in some dark room and released Daniel. He immediately tried to run, but Freddy picked him up and threw him like a rag doll against a shelf. Daniel burst into loud cries of pain. He thought he had heard something snap when he'd hit the shelf, but he wasn't totally sure.
Freddy picked him up and began to stuff him inside something. Daniel recognized it as a spare costume. Daniel's foot hit something, a crossbeam, and got stuck. He sighed in relief, believing that he was safe. That Freddy would quit.
He was so very wrong.
Daniel felt a hand rest on each of his shoulders. They shoved him down. There was a loud crunch and an even louder snap! He shrieked for help, but he knew it would never come. He was doomed.
Each time an obstacle blocked Daniel from being in fully, Freddy plowed right through, despite the child's screaming and struggling.
In went his legs.
In went his torso.
In went his arms (ripping his shirt sleeve off along the way).
Eventually, Freddy got the body on. He grabbed a head and slammed it on top of Daniel's own head. There was a small cry when Daniel felt a wire scratch him, and a louder one followed as a nail buried itself into the top of his skull.
Then, there was silence…