I have made an introduction post before but it was like a year and a half ago and I left not too long after so uh
Hiya! I'm Wolf, she/her pronouns. I've been a FNaF fan for several years now, and my favorite game is Help Wanted 2. My favorite characters are The Entity (or as I call him, Tom. Honestly, i just love his design so thats the main reason hes my favorite.) and RWQFSFAXC.
Some other stuff I like are Chikn Nuggit (hence the pfp), DDLC, Transformers, Undertale and a LOT of other stuff. I would also say my favorite game but uh back before I left someone used me liking it as a roast for some reason, just because it's a kids game
Anyways, been working on a fanfic so like why not post it here
They'll mainly come up in later chapters but like this is just for fun (and related to a fun little thing I've been doing with friends on another wiki) so please don't harass me for anything going against lore.
Ding.
That was a sound Sam knew all too well. She was still groggy, but best not to wait. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, grabbing her phone. A new email. Of course. She skimmed through jt. She'd read the rest later. Right now, all she needed was the general info.
Haunted house... Fazbear's Entertainment... malfunctioning robots? Thats... new. Nowhere near the things she was used to. Granted, neither was this 'Fazbear's Entertainment.' Though, it did sound... familiar. Eh, she likely just heard it in passing once or twice. At least it's nearby.
Once she was all dressed- and fully awake, of course- she went ahead and headed out. The drive was short, about twenty minutes. The attraction was sectioned off from the main roads, a bit into a forest. It was a large, dark building. Obviously meant to resemble a mansion. Out front was a sign, with an image of a cartoon, humanoid bear, and the words "Fazbear's Haunted House." Probably meant for kids, Sam assumed.
Next to the entrance was a small, compact graveyard. Sam walked up to the entrance and entered, not even bothering to knock. Chances are, noone's there. And, even if they are, she has an excuse. It was about 12 in the morning, so it was, of course, quite dark. Luckily, she brought a flashlight. I mean, who wouldn't? Shining it around, it actually looked like a normal house. Well, one that was abandoned quite a while ago. There were cobwebs in every corner, the furniture was quite old, and the floorboards were creaky.
In the corner was one of those animatronics mentioned in the email. It seemed to be a traditional bedsheet ghost- albeit, it didn't seem like it was wearing a bedsheet. Well, of course it wasn't, but it resembled more of a regular human body than a human wearing a sheet. There were lines all over its body, with it having one eye indented on one on its face. Its head was tipped with a little fluff on top, like some soft horn. It was pitch black, save for its white eye.
It was deactivated, as expected. After all, the place was closed. There was a door besides the front door, labeled 'Employee's only.' It was locked.
To the right of the room was a hallway, with two rooms coming off of it. One was a large kitchen, and the other seemed to be the dining room. Neither had anything of note, so Sam returned to the first room, and... the animatronic is gone.