Five Night at Freddy’s

You really wouldn’t like to live in the life of Ethan Miller. He had no job, no money, and no hope. His fridge was empty. His phone kept buzzing with bills he couldn’t pay. He had tried everything—factories, shops, delivery work—but nothing lasted.

One day, while scrolling through ads for Jobs he saw something strange. “Security Guard Needed at Freddy Fazebear’s Pizzeria. Job Pay: $100000 FOR 5 NIGHTS. (No Experience Needed)” Ethan blinked. $100,000? For just 5 nights? That was more than he made in two months at his last job!

He clicked the ad. No interview. No questions. Just a message: “You’re hired. Come tonight. 11:45PM sharp.” Ethan had heard about Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. It was an old place. Closed years ago. People said it was haunted. Kids had gone missing. The animatronics were creepy. But Ethan didn’t care. He needed the money.

That night, he packed a flashlight, some snacks, his air pods and a bottle of water and left for the pizzeria. He drove through the quiet streets until he reached the building.

It looked dead. The sign was broken. The windows were dirty. The parking lot was empty. Ethan walked up to the door. It opened by itself.

Inside, the air was thick and smelled like old food. The lights were dim. The floor was dirty and there were many posters of cartoon characters hung on the walls.

Then he saw them. On the stage stood four animatronics. Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy. They were huge. Taller than Ethan. Their fur was torn. They didn’t move but Ethan felt like they were watching him.

A man stepped out from the shadows. He wore a faded uniform and his nametag read “Manager.” He didn’t smile. He didn’t blink. He handed Ethan a tablet.

“Watch the cameras,” he said. “Lock the doors when needed. Don’t wander. And whatever you do, don’t let the power run out.” Ethan tried to ask a question, but the man walked away.

The tablet lit up. It showed a map of the building, camera feeds, and door controls. Ethan walked to the security office. It was small, with old monitors and a slow-spinning fan.

He sat down. Looked at the cameras. The animatronics were still on stage. But something felt wrong. The air was heavy. The lights flickered.

It was 11:55. Five minutes till his shift began. A shiver ran down his spine. He had a mysterious feeling that something was not right here. ‘Ding Dong!’ The bell rang in his security cabin. His shift started. 

Night one -12:03 AM

Ethan’s heart thudded as he stared at the tablet. The camera screen flickered with static. He tapped one—CAM 1A. The stage was empty.

Empty.
He blinked. No Freddy. No Bonnie. No Chica. No Foxy.

His breath caught. He switched to CAM 2B. A hallway. Nothing. Then—movement. A shadow darted past the camera. Too fast to see clearly. He flipped to CAM 3. Bonnie. Standing in the hallway. Head tilted. Eyes glowing faintly.

Ethan locked the right door.
Thud…

A heavy sound echoed from outside the office. He checked the hallway camera again. Bonnie was gone.

He unlocked the door.

The fan spun slowly above him, but the air felt colder. He checked the power meter. Already down to 85%. He hadn’t even moved.

Then the tablet glitched. All cameras went black. A message appeared:

“DON’T LOOK AWAY.”

Ethan’s hands trembled. He tapped the screen. It returned to normal. Freddy was now in the dining area. Chica was in the kitchen. Foxy… wasn’t on any camera.

He heard a scraping sound.

He turned slowly. The hallway light flickered. A shadow moved past the doorway. He locked both doors.

BANG!

Something slammed against the left door. Ethan jumped. He checked CAM 2A. Foxy. Sprinting down the hallway. Straight toward him.

The door held.
But the power dropped to 70%.
He couldn’t keep the doors locked forever.
He unlocked the right door. Silence.
Then—lightly. A child’s giggle echoed through the speakers. But there were no children here. Not anymore.

He checked CAM 4. The party room. Balloons floated gently. A single animatronic head sat on the table. Its eyes turned toward the camera.

Ethan felt sick.

The tablet buzzed. A new message:
“They remember you.”

He didn’t understand. He’d never been here before. Had he?

The lights flickered again. The fan stopped spinning.
1:48
Still hours to go…

And something was breathing just outside the door.

Ethan’s heartbeat thundered in his ears. The tablet buzzed again—CAM 1-C showed Freddy standing in the dining room, staring directly into the lens. His eyes glowed faintly, and his jaw twitched like it was trying to speak.

Ethan whispered to himself, “Just survive. Just survive.”

He kept switching cameras, locking doors only when absolutely necessary. Every time he used power, the meter dropped faster. He learned quickly: Foxy sprinted, Chica crept through the kitchen, Bonnie was moving near the office, and Freddy… Freddy waited.

At 5:55 AM, the power hit 3%.
Then the tablet died.
The lights went out.

Silence.

Ethan sat frozen in the dark. He could hear footsteps. Slow. Heavy. Getting closer to him.

Then—music started to play. A soft lullaby played from the hallway. Freddy’s iconic theme.

Ethan shut his eyes.

6:00 AM

The light flickered back on. The tablet rebooted. He had survived.

NIGHT TWO: 12:00 AM

Ethan returned the next night, shaken but desperate. The manager was nowhere to be seen. Just a note on the desk:

“They’re more active tonight. Don’t trust the cameras.”

Ethan frowned. He checked the tablet. The layout was the same, but now there were voice notes.

He played one.

“They mimic voices. If you hear someone calling your name, don’t answer.”

The shift began.

12:03 AM.

CAM 2B showed Chica already in the hallway. Foxy was gone from Pirate Cove. Freddy was nowhere.

Then Ethan heard it.

A voice.

Soft. Familiar.

“Ethan… help me…”

It sounded like his sister. But she lived in another city.

He didn’t respond.

The voice grew louder.
“Ethan… please…”

He locked the left door.

Bang!

Something hit the door hard. The voice stopped.

He checked CAM 3. Freddy was in the bathroom. Staring at the mirror.

Then the mirror cracked.

Ethan’s tablet glitched. The map changed. A new room appeared: “Backstage.”

He tapped it.
Inside were dozens of animatronic heads. All staring. One of them whispered:
“You’re not the first.”

Suddenly, the tablet shut off again. The lights flickered. The fan stopped.

He heard breathing behind him.
He turned slowly.
Nothing.

Then the tablet rebooted. Power: 12%.

He locked both doors.
5:59 AM.
The music started again.

Freddy’s theme.

Ethan stared at the door.

6:00 AM.

The lights returned.
He had survived yet again.

But something was changing. The animatronics weren’t just moving. They were remembering.

NIGHT 3: 12 AM

Ethan returned, but something was different.

The air was colder. The walls seemed to breathe. The posters had changed—smiling cartoon characters now had hollow eyes and twisted grins. The manager was gone again. Just another note:

“They know you’re afraid. Don’t let them inside your mind.”

Ethan sat in the office. The tablet now had a new feature: “Audio Playback.” He tapped it. A distorted voice whispered:

“You were here before. You just don’t remember.”

He checked CAM 1A. Freddy was gone. CAM 2B—Bonnie, staring into the camera. CAM 3—Chica, holding something. A child’s shoe.

Then the lights in the office flickered.

The fan stopped.

The tablet glitched.

“LET US IN.”

Ethan locked both doors. Power dropped fast—87%, then 80%, then 72%. He couldn’t keep this up.

Suddenly, the tablet showed a new room: “Basement.”

He tapped it.

The feed was grainy. A single animatronic stood in the center. It wasn’t Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, or Foxy.

It was something else.
Its body was stitched together from parts. Its eyes were human.
It turned toward the camera.

“Ethan.”

The voice came from the tablet.

He dropped it.

The lights went out.

Total darkness.

Then—footsteps. Slow. Wet. Dragging.

He grabbed his flashlight. It flickered.

A face appeared at the window.

Not an animatronic.

A child.

Pale. Eyes black. Mouth stitched shut.

Then it vanished.

The tablet rebooted.

5:58 AM.

Power: 2%.

Freddy’s music began again. Ethan stared at the door.

6:00 AM.

The lights returned. He had survived. But he wasn’t alone anymore.

NIGHT 4:  12 AM

Ethan entered the pizzeria, but the building felt… alive. The walls pulsed faintly. The posters whispered. The air reeked of rust and old memories.

No note this time.

Just the tablet, already powered on.

A new message blinked:

“You were one of them.”

Ethan frowned. He tapped into the cameras. But they were different now—grainy, distorted, and interactive. He could hear sounds through them. Whispers. Screams.

He checked CAM 4A. Freddy was standing in the hallway, holding something.

A photo.
Ethan zoomed in.

It was him. As a child. At a birthday party. At Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza.

He dropped the tablet.

“You were here before.”

The voice came from the speakers. Not robotic. Human. Familiar.

Suddenly, the tablet showed a new feed: “Memory Room.”

Inside were dozens of VHS tapes stacked on shelves. One was playing.

Ethan watched.

It showed a boy—him—laughing, eating cake, surrounded by animatronics.

Then the tape glitched.

The boy screamed.

The animatronics surrounded him.

The screen went black.

12:47 AM

The animatronics were more aggressive now. Foxy sprinted down the hallway every few minutes. Chica whispered through the vents. Bonnie scratched at the walls.

Freddy didn’t move.

He just stared.

Ethan locked the doors, but the power drained faster than ever. 60%. 45%. 30%.

Then the tablet shut off.

The lights died.

The fan stopped.

Ethan sat in darkness.

Then—a voice. His own voice.

“I remember now.”

The room lit up briefly. Ethan saw himself reflected in the monitor.

But his eyes were glowing.

The animatronics weren’t hunting him.

They were welcoming him.

He was part of them.

6:00 AM

The lights returned.

The tablet rebooted.

A final message appeared:

“Tomorrow is your last night. Then you’ll never leave.”

Ethan stared at the screen.

He wasn’t sure if he was still human….

NIGHT 5: 12 AM

Ethan stood outside the pizzeria, staring at the broken sign. It flickered once, then went dark. He stepped inside.

The building was silent.

No music. No fan. No lights.

Just the tablet, glowing faintly on the desk.

A final message blinked:

“Tonight, you choose. Stay human. Or become one of us.”

Ethan sat in the office. The cameras were gone. Replaced by memories. Each feed showed a moment from his childhood—birthday parties, laughter, cake, animatronics dancing.

Then the feeds glitched.

The laughter turned to screams.

The animatronics turned toward the children.

And Ethan saw himself.

Not watching.

Smiling.

12:30 AM

The animatronics didn’t move tonight.

They stood in the hallway.

Watching.

Waiting.

The tablet buzzed. A new feed: “The Room Behind the Stage.”

Ethan tapped it.

Inside was a chair. Restraints. Wires. A mask.

Freddy’s mask.

The feed zoomed in.

A voice whispered:

“You were the first. You brought them here.”

Ethan’s hands trembled. He remembered now. He had worked here. Years ago. Before the shutdown. Before the disappearances.

He had helped build the AI for animatronics.

He had helped trap the children.

3:00 AM

The animatronics entered the office.

One by one.

They didn’t attack.

They surrounded him.

Freddy stepped forward.

Held out the mask.

Ethan stared at it.

The tablet buzzed:

“Put it on. Or leave. But if you leave… you’ll forget again.”

Ethan hesitated.

Then he reached out.

 6:00 AM

The sun rose.

The pizzeria was silent.

Empty.

The office was clean.

No tablet. No animatronics.

Just a single poster on the wall.

A new character.

Smiling.

Wearing a security guard uniform.

Wearing Ethan’s face. The pizzeria reopens. A new job ad appears online: “Security Guard Needed. No Experience Required. $100,000 for 5 Nights,” And somewhere, someone clicks it. The cycle begins again.

By Shaurya Pendurkar

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