Hello everyone!

This is my entry for Radishologist's Kik comp 5. Which theme is about video games/board games.

So basically, I had to write a story which prompt states that it must be about someone being trapped in a video game. Everything else is up to me.

Also tagging Rocknrebel44 cuz she awesome af.

Disclaimer: None of the events that happened in this story are canonical to the actual FNAF timeline unless proven otherwise.

This short story contains some swearing and blood and gore. Please read at your own risk.

Okay here is the story:

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"Hey, Glitch. You ready for this?" someone on the line asked me.

"I'm scared as flip, Aaron," I replied. "This is why I didn't want to play horror games like this!"

"Don't be a coward, dude. Face your fears. You'll get a crap ton of subscribers this way."

I sighed. "I guess I'm ready, I suppose."

"Okay, recording in five..."

I looked at my computer screen, which displayed the Five Night's at Freddy's 4 main menu. From the looks of it, it looks already creepy as well. Maybe it's just because of the colors...

I knew FNAF 4 for a very long time now. I catched up with the lore and the theories, even watching The Game Theorists tackle on what the franchise has to offer! I think it's safe to say that Scott put a lot of thought into the series.

But I never played the entire series. I only had played FNAF 2, and never really finished it, as I suck at horror games and only ended up at Night 2, only to be screwed up by Foxy. Every. Single. Time.

However, my friend decided to buy FNAF 4 for me, even though I insisted on playing the recently-released Sister Location. Heck, I didn't even plan on recording FNAF at all! I originally planned on recording another Minecraft building tutorial about creating maps in Skywars but my friend insisted on facing my fear of jumpscares.

Like, dang... I didn't sign up for this thing!

Yet here we are, recording a collaborative session with my friend Aaron, who has a YouTube channel of his own. And tonight, we're recording FNAF 4.

As the recording began, Aaron started his introduction speech. I waved at my face camera, and greeted my audience with my own introduction speech.

"Wassup you guys?! My name is ImnFlitch but just call me Glitch cause why the heck not? And welcome to Five Night's at Freddy's 4! Which simply... already looks creepy."

My friend chuckled. "You're really that scared for these games, did you?"

I ignored his question. "So for those who didn't know, I usually play games like Minecraft and Terraria but FNAF is something different. I never ever recorded myself in horror games before. Yet, here I am, ready to go!"

"...definitely ready..." Aaron said, with dripping sarcasm.

"You guys ready to go?" I asked to the audience as I leaned closer to the camera and made a creepy/funny face.

* * * * *

Several minutes later, we finished our session. As Aaron and I clicked that stop button, I immediately sighed.

"That face you made earlier, though."

I laughed that off. "Like you weren't scared as well!"

"Dude, I have been playing horror games for years now! I doubt another jumpscare would kill me."

"Yeah... right," I replied as I exited the FNAF 4 screen and revealed my wallpaper with everything else in the desktop.

There was Minecraft at the bottom left corner, then Terraria. There was also Life Is Strange, The Walking Dead, Minecraft Story Mode, and Dark Souls 3. A couple folders, each containing recorded clips, memes, and personal files also scattered across the screen, with the logo of my YouTube channel as the wallpaper. Quite a good setup for an amateur YouTuber, I say. But it could definitely use an upgrade.

"Dude!" Aaron continued. "Imagine if you were in a realm filled with horror games!"

"No! Screw that crap! I'm out! Screw that. That ain't coming real."

I then looked at the time. 11:14 pm. November 12.

"Well, I better go to sleep," I said. "I'm going to edit the video tomorrow. I'm beat."

"That was a nice session, Glitch. See ya in the morning, I guess."

I then went offline, shut down the computer, lightly brushed my teeth, and went to my bedroom. I then went off to oblivion as soon as I felt violent shaking and something hard hit the back of my head...

* * * * *

"You only have..."

"...on the X..."

"...your flashlight..."

"...you'll be trapped..."

"...for the rest of your life..."

Those were the only phrases I could hear. I struggled to open my eyes, and yet it felt like they were the heaviest thing ever. Slowly, I regained my senses. A small rim in the middle of darkness formed in my vision. Yet from that very small rim, I could see a yellow bunny doll standing behind darkness.

"Do you understand?"

...wait... that doll looks exactly like...

My heart began pounding rapidly. This couldn't be...! This couldn't be Plushtrap, isn't it? Plushtrap from FNAF 4!

I jolted myself awake and eyes widened in fear. My breathing rate escalated. As if it triggered an unknown phobia inside me, there was it. Plushtrap was actually right there!

"I need your answer, Glitch!"

And how the heck did he know my YouTube name?! Was he a psychic or some omnipotent?!

I placed my fist on my chest and tried to control my uncontrollable breathing. Slowly, I could feel myself calm down... for a little.

"W-what?" I finally had the strength to ask. I widened my eyes even more at its sharp teeth and claws pointed at me. I backed away for a little.

Plushtrap sighed. "You really didn't hear all of my instructions, did you?"

I shook my head. I really want to get out of here...

"Okay so, you only have 90 seconds to try and stop me on the X with your flashlight. If you fail to get me to stop at the X, you'll be trapped in this dreamscape forever! Or at least, for as long as you live..."

Plushtrap then muttered something barely audible.

Then something hit me. Wait, that's it!

So it's basically like the Fun with Plushtrap segments between the Nights in FNAF 4, where you have to try and stop Plushtrap right in the X to get a two hour bonus for the next night! But what is it for... though?

"Understand?"

"Y-yes," I stuttered, still scared as hell everytime I see it.

"Good. Because the time starts..."

That was when everything around me started distorting, as if time and space were being sucked into a black hole. As the landscape around me distorted, I could vaguely make out a hallway.

Only that it wasn't the FNAF 4 child's hallway. It was mine.

After everything went back to normal, I immediately knew it was MY hallway. This was the hallway that led to my two other siblings' rooms, only that there was a chair at the end, with Plushtrap sitting on it with its sharp teeth wanting to brutally gouge my eyeballs.

"...now!"

I immediately found myself in sitting position, with a flashlight in my fingers. As much as I hated my face getting eaten by some doll, I mustered up enough strength to flick my flashlight at Plustrap. Still there, looking good, so far!

I turned off the flashlight, being the only thing that can keep it there. If I made it stay there for 90 seconds, I don't know what will happen. Who knows if Plushtrap was actually an omnipotent being? Don't wanna mess with this guy, I suppose. Which kinda scares me...

I flicked the flashlight to life again, and I saw it drop on the floor limp, right in front of its chair. A decent distance from the X, but also a decent distance to eating my face...

Turning off the flashlight again, I waited. I don't know what to be scared of. The darkness? The silence? Or a doll stabbing me brutally? This was why I don't like horror games like FNAF!

I heard scuffling on the floor again. I turned on the flashlight. Plushtrap DID move, as he was right in the middle of the line between the chair and the X.

I turned off the flashlight yet again. I listened carefully for more scuffling. A few seconds later, I heard it. Almost instantly, I flicked the flashlight back on and revealed Plushtrap closer to the X. Almost there, now...

I shut the flashlight down again, and waited for more scuffling. This was easier than I thought it would be! Although by 'easier', he was closer to ripping my tissues apart...

As I waited, I wondered how did I get here. What was I doing in this FNAF world? What was my purpose here? How did Plushtrap came to my house? I had a feeling that I'm not going to like the answers to those questions...

I then clicked the flashlight to life again, and I saw Plushtrap drop, specifically right on the X!

"Congratulations! You have beaten my game!" it claimed.

"Uh... thanks," I replied, still feeling uneasy that a doll with sharp teeth and claws was talking to me.

"C'mon kid! Why so glum?"

I shrugged hesitantly.

"You're gonna love it when I give you a tour to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!" it declared.

"...wait, what?!"

Suddenly, everything around me turned black. Then back to the corridor. I felt shaking beneath my feet, as well as a couple objects move. A few fragments of the wall fell down to the ground as well!

"Oh no...!"

The shaking became even more violent. I felt myself get knocked off my feet and bumped my head on the wall, as if inertia was screwing with me!

"Oh no! Hang on!"

I saw Plushtrap vanish into thin air. As the shaking worsened, I could feel my senses fade away. I no longer could feel my legs. I couldn't even smell or hear something, either!

I then saw an IV drip flash for a quick millisecond before seeing the words 'It's me'. Then the blue and red sirens of an ambulance flashed before me, a split second before I gradually lost my vision.

* * * * *

Darkness. Absolute darkness reigned over my vision. Slowly, I tried to reclaim it. Then I saw a slight rim of dim light. Yet, I couldn't hear. I couldn't feel anything, as if I was like a doll, waiting, leaning on the wall.

But inside me, I didn't like where this was going. I hope this wasn't Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, as Plushtrap promised me to go. I hoped that I was out of Scott Cawthon's hell. But something was telling me that I wasn't done with FNAF.

My consciousness started to fade away, yet again. Using my strength, I fought just to even keep my eyes open. Yet, I knew something was up with my vision, seeing how my eyesight sorta... glitches...

I struggled to remain conscious as I regained my sense of sight. My heart dropped when I saw the familiar, dirty, checkered floors of the pizzeria. Another look around told me that I was in a dim room. Surprised how I still actually managed to see in this room...

Then, I slowly regained my sense of hearing. Then my feeling. Soon, I was able to feel everything. I found myself leaning against a wall. Yet, I couldn't see everything.

My heart raced when I heard footsteps... footsteps that sounded really close. I could also see dots of circular light in the dark. Those lights looked like animatronic eyes, and from the little light I could see, I had seen a silhouette of... an animatronic.

Oh no!

I instantly yelped as something metallic grabbed my ankles and dragged me into an unknown environment. I tried pulling and shaking my ankles, but the animatronic's grip got even tighter as I screamed in pain!

"Help! Please let me out!" I yelled as I got dragged even further.

That didn't help me at all, as I saw more white dots activate, meaning that more animatronics have activated. This is not good!

"Somebody help me, for Christ's sake!"

The animatronic then let go off my feet. I tried moving them, but I yelped in pain. FNAF freaking bruised my ankles!

All I want was to get out of here!

I then saw a shade of blue holding an animatronic leg. I could only imagine what was inside the leg -- crossbeams, wirings, and programmed crap. If a man was to be in that kind of suit, then... OH CRAP!

"Get off of me, you faceless Bonnie retard!" I resisted, trying to pull my legs away from it. I tried to stand up, but I felt something metallic pierce through my right arm!

I screamed in pain, as I felt blood pour out of my skin as the metal pierced through my skin even harder!

"For ****'s sake, Foxy! GAH!" I cursed, seeing a flash of red piercing my arm with a hook. A puddle of blood started to form beneath me as I lost focus on my right arm.

Just in time when I saw Chica's monstrosity appear in my sight as Foxy stuffed the remnants of my right arm into the suit.

Then freaking Bonnie decided to grab my left leg and bent my leg... not at the joint, but at the bone itself as a loud SNAP echoed in the room!

I cried even harder as more of my limbs got destroyed by metallic hands. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET OUT, NOW?! It would take professional help to get me out of this thing, now, as I barely had enough nerves when Bonnie forcefully stuffed my broken leg into the suit.

Then another SNAP echoed in the room, as Chica also decided to break my freaking left arm! I yelped, even though my screams were inaudible at this point. I lost focus on my right arm as Chica stuffed my only remaining arm into the suit.

That left my right leg the only limb that was still outside the suit. Yet, I slowly felt my consciousness fade away. I felt like I was about to pass out... from either pain or lack of blood.

All of a sudden, I felt my right leg being grabbed by the one and only tattered Freddy Fazbear. Con-freaking-grats, I got all of my limbs broken.

Then there it was. The loud sound of my leg broken as I cried in pain! I don't think I have enough nerves left to feel my leg get stuffed into the suit. And I honestly am not sure how long could I last...

I hyperventilated. My heart raced out of control. I could only watch the animatronics get a Freddy Fazbear head filled with crossbeams and wires and metal that made me feel uneasy.

I held my breath, preparing for my demise. During the last few seconds, I saw different flashes. I saw Golden Freddy with the words 'It's me', an IV drip, and Mangle biting my head off.

I could've sworn I saw my vision glitch out a little before my head was forcefully stuffed into the suit, meeting me with suffocation. Then I also could've sworn that I heard like a heart monitor flat-lining before I faded into oblivion.

* * * * *

Plushtrap

I managed to retrieve Glitch's body. I was too late.

I could imagine his body being stuffed into this Freddy Fazbear suit, ending his misery.

Yet, I felt bad for the guy. I know I have visited many dreamscapes, and killed some people in their dreams, but Glitch's was different. It wasn't supposed to be this way. Right when I managed to fix his unstable dreamscape, he died... just like he did in real life, too.

A week earlier, he was struck by a very heavy material in his own house when a 9.5 magnitude earthquake struck. It caused him a severe head injury, and had to be taken to a hospital.

He stayed alive for seven days with a life-support machine. In those seven days, he was happy. He knew he was finally out of his misery. He didn't have to take his own life, as Freddy Fazbear already did it for him.

And yet, I visited him, because he needed someone to be with him, especially in his dreamscape. Yet, I failed to save him from his eventual demise. But I guess he's happy about it...

The moment after Freddy's head was stuffed into him, he was finally happy that he was no longer bullied.

He was happy that he no longer have someone to tell him to kill himself.

The very same moment when Glitch was stuffed into the suit, his life support was taken off by the request of his own family. Although his family didn't want to, his family knew that they don't have enough money to keep him in his life support.

I always knew that everyone will die, eventually. But Glitch's wasn't supposed to be this tragic. Even though I saw many people die, it was nothing compared to this... He didn't deserve this kind of death... He didn't deserve this kind of suffering to the point he actually wanted to die...

And now, he was only nothing but a memory.