2510 Words

POV Jack

"Freddy, this day isn't about you. You can't do anything to me anymore," I responded to the think air.

"Oh, poor, poor misguided Jack. So much you have left to learn. All in due time. All, in time,"

Then he was gone. I don't know why, isn't this the day that he was supposed do his worse with me? Not like I'm complaining.

I threw on the clothes that my dad had laid out for me. My dad isn't as into matching as my mother was. I picked up the thick, heavy, dark orange cotton sweatshirt, and held them against my dark green pants, and shook my head. I let out a slight giggle, as I imagined myself actually wearing this. I threw them back into my dresser, and looked to my wardrobe for something better.

As I sifted through the various shirts, hoodies, and sweatshirts, my fingers grazed on top of a really soft, silky textured one, and instantly felt comforted. As I pulled it out. It was my black, and grey shirt. I smiled, as I pulled it on.

I turned to my dresser, and pulled out my blue jeans, that cut off above the ankle. Normally, I would never wear these, but I have a feeling that I'm going to have be running, so I don't want to trip.

I know that today's not going to be normal, but its still going to be something. I don't have a choice about, so I just have to suck it up. I pull on my clothes, and I'm starting to feel a bit more comfortable with everything's that's happening. Although I know that I'm going to be with the animatronics, I also get to be with my friends. I don't have many of them, but to the one's I have, all said they were coming. I only have about six friends, Sarah being my best.

"You ready Jackaboy?" Dadda asked me in a sweet voice, as he finished buttoning his dark purple shirt, and rolling up his sleeves to his elbows.

"Yeah, I think I am," I smiled. Wanting to regain confidence, though I'm breaking.

Without another word, dada grabbed my hand, and gently walked with me out the door.

The day was bright. Nice and warm. There were a lot of birds, but their songs were happy, and well preformed. The side walk was warm from the sun's heat on it all day, but I had nice shoes to protect me from it. I actually have a lot. I guess that I should really take that into consideration. I don't deserve everything I have gotten, or that I will receive, but I sure am grateful for it. I looked up to my tall father, and saw the distress in his face. He is all I have, and I have been treating him like garbage the past few days. I know he's only doing this for my own good. I know how hard everything has been on him ever since momma went to heaven. I know he's doing everything he can for Mark and I, but sometimes he forgets that we are people too, and that we have important thoughts, and can know think for ourselves sometimes.

I squeezed dad's hand tight. He looked down to me, but I looked forward. I want him to know I'm here for him, but I'm not making him feel like he's stupid. I know what its like to feel stupid. He squeezed my hand too, and we continued our walk to the restaurant.

It was more daunting than I thought. The large mortar building, with the large animatronic head on the front of it. A sign on the front of it was loud, bold, and in your face. Everything normal kids love. It read;

"Freddy Fredbear's Pizzaria."

It was nice, and simple, but it was still intimidating. I have do this. Come on Jacky, you have to do this for dada. Mark too, maybe if he sees me having fun with the other kids, he'll think I'm normal. I grabbed dad's hand tightly again, but looked up to him this time.

"Are you ready Jackaboy?" He asked, while he bent down on his haunches to meet me eye to eye.

I looked into his ice blue beautiful oceans that lie within his eyes, and forced a weak smile. I nodded a response. He smiled.

"You're being really brave Jacky." He smiled, then wrapped his long arms around me again. I squeezed him. I love dada. I don't want to disappoint him anymore.

We took our first steps into the restaurant, and the ambiance starts to make me shake. I can't see the animatronics yet, but I can hear their robotic clicks, and their servos buckling under the intense weight of them. They can barley handle standing on their own. I shake, and turn away. I see a few of my friends!

"Hey! Happy birthday Jack! Thank's for inviting me!" My friend, Brock, smiled to me, as he gave me a hug.

"Thanks for coming Brock! And thank you!" I knew I sounded weird.

"Is everything alright Jack?" He asked, sweetly.

"Um, yeah. I'm just a little nervous around the big animatronics." I smiled.

"Oh. Well they aren't real! Don't worry Jack! Look! There's Tyler! Let's meet up with him!" He smiled, then grabbed my wrist.  

"Hey Jack! Happy birthday!" Tyler smiled.

"Thanks! How has the party been so far?" I asked, trying to hide my nervousness.

"Well, it's your party! Wouldn't you know?" Tyler laughed. I let out a weak chuckle.

"I guess so, I just got here!" I laughed, as Johnathon joined us.

"Happy birthday! You're seven now, right?" He asked, taking a long sip of his blue flavored drink.

"I, think so? Haha! I almost don't remember!" I laughed.

"You don't remember your own age? Oh Jack, you're so silly!" David smiled. I didn't even see him join.

"I know, that is pretty ridiculous. Haha!" I smiled. They all began to have a conversation around me, but I zoned out. The creaking of the animatronics is beginning to grow, and grow. It's so loud, and scary. I don't want to think about it anymore.

"Jack? You there?" Brock asked me. I popped back into reality.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. Have any of you seen Sarah?" I asked, scratching the back of my neck.

"Is she your girlfriend?" Tyler teased, and they all cooed. I blushed red.

"No, I just haven't seen her yet," I smiled.

"Last time I saw her, she was out in the main floor," Johnathon offered.

"Thanks. I'll be back," I smiled then walked out of their group, and made my way to the main room. And there she was. Holding two little toys of both of the animatronics. I shook, but I was really happy to see her.

"Hey Sarah!" I smiled, as I walked up to her.

"JACKY!!" She screamed, then wrapped her arms around my neck. I hugged her back.

"Happy birthday Jack!" Mr. Fong smiled.

"Thank you sir!" I smiled, hugging him too. He laughed.

"I've been looking for you! Where have you been?" Sarah smiled, letting go of me.

"I just got here!" I smiled, as I turned to the right, as we were going to make our back to the dining room. I stopped dead middle turn, as I looked into an open door. I saw my father, with someone in a large bear suit. He quickly shoved an animatronic head onto the man, and then looked to me. I felt the color drain out of my face. I know how dangerous those suits are, I overhear dad talk about them all the time, but then he goes and shoves a person into one of those?! What if there is an accident? How could he do this?!

"Jack? Are you alright?" Mr. Fong asked me, as he noticed my trembling hands.

"I, Uh, Tyler, Tyler wants to talk, to, to me. I'll, I have to go," I said, as I ran out of the room.

"Jack?" I heard Sarah's disappointed voice as I ran out the door, but I didn't turn back. As I raced into the dining room, I nearly slammed into someone. I stopped, and was faced with the man who was in the bear suit. I felt my insides tremble, and convulse as I struggled to get away. I ran further into the dining room, but the moving animatronics were there. Their squeaking got louder and louder. I felt tears start running down my face. I don't want to be here anymore!

I start looking for dad. I know he'll have to take me home. He's my only choice. I continue bolt around the restaurant, avoiding all my confused friends, and trying to find my dad. It seems every where I turn, I'm running into the man in the suit, or the one's on stage. My head is pounding from the extra adrenaline, and my hands are shaking so hard, it's making my head rattle.

I need to leave! Or at least get away from them! I look around for the nearest escape, and am only seeing a table. Good enough. I quickly dive under there, and wrap my arms around my legs, and sob. I want to leave. Why did I let dad take me here? I don't want to be here anymore! Everyone is looking at me funny. I can't stop shaking. I just want to leave!

I feel a sharp, cold hand on the back of my shirt collar, then the pressure of someone pulling me out from under the table. The hand is large enough to be either dada, or Mr. Fong, so I let them take me out.

My nightmare became a reality, when I was met with the faces of the ones who want me dead more than the animatronics. Ken, Andrew, Felix, and Mark. The hand that grabbed me wasn't dads, It was Mark. But Mark, wasn't Mark. He had on a thick, red mask, with fur all over it. There were ears, and an eye patch. He's the fox from my room! I shrivel up under his hand that he's holding me up by. Ken is a bear, Andrew is a chicken, and Felix is a bunny. Everything from my drawing is real. Its real, and its happening! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPINING!

"What are you doing?!" Mark snarls.

"Mark, Mark please! Let me go! I don't wanna be here!" I sobbed, trying to squirm away from his clutching grasp, but he gets stronger when he's angry.

"Your brother is kind of a baby, isn't he?" Felix's strong accent pierced my ears. The squeals of the animatronics were louder than before.

"It's hilarious! Why don't we help him get a closer look! He will love it!!" Ken's angry voice smiled with deceit. Mark's grip gets tighter, as he looks down to me with a cheek splitting grin.

"No! Please!" What else am I supposed to say? This is all going so wrong!

"Come on guys, let's give this little guy a lift. He want's to get up close, and personal." Ken spoke again. I heard Mark grunt, as he, and the other four pick me up from each of my limbs, rendering it completely useless to try and get away. I can't move. I'm paralyzed.

"No! I don't wanna go!" My feeble attemps at escape, are nothing short of a failure. They're bringing me closer and closer to the animatronics, I can smell the metal theyre made out of.

"You heard the little man! He wants to get even closer! Hahaha! Hey guys, I think the little man said he wants to give Fredbear a big kiss! On three!" Ken shouts, as I'm right next to the large, gaping mouth of the bear. Everything is in slow motion. Its like this is a scene in a movie, or a video game. This seems too terrible to be true. I can't do this anymore. I am literal inches away from its squealing mouth. I can feel their grips tightening around my ankles, as they shove my head into the mouth of the bear.

I'm here. I'm in the mouth of the devil himself, while the sounds of my own screams, the shrieks of my friends as they watch my limp body struggle to escape the mouth, and my heavy heart beat, are all over taken by the squeaking of the bear's mouth. It's loud, mechanical, and terrifying.

As I remain in the mouth for another ten seconds, I know something is wrong. The bear started making different noises. It's starting to malfunction because of my tears. There is something about to happen, but I know that my voice wont be heard. Then again, it never was. I never talked enough to be heard over my own fear, and now look where I am. I'm in the breaking mouth of the thing that's ruining my mouth.

The noise is similar to a car being mulched in a dump. It's so loud, and it's coming for me. I take my last chance to do the thing I need to do. I push my hands against the mouth of bear, as more tears slip into the bear's insides, and I rapidly kick my legs back and forth. There are four hands on my ankles, trying to pull me out of its mouth. They're trying their hardest to get me out, but I'm stuck. I know that I'm not going to get out either.

The noise is only getting louder, I'm only crying more tears, I'm only struggling more. It's only a matter of time before the inevitable happens. This isn't how it was supposed to end. I was supposed to get over this stupid fear, get help for my disorder, and live a happy life. But as I trip over more and more hurdles, the finish line is starting to seem like a silver lining of a goal that I'll never be able to cross. As my foot gets tangled in the metal of hurdle, the finish line starts to flow with the ocean of tears, and blood that engulf it. I'm in a boat, with hole bigger than myself. I know I can't plug it, I know I won't get out of it, because It's bigger than me, and I don't understand it. I don't understand anything.

As the last bit of boat underneath me crumbles into mear drift wood. The crunching as reached its loudest, and the screams became nothing but white noise. It was going to happen. And for once in my life, I let it happen. I was ready. I knew that I couldn't avoid this, so I took a long, deep, breath, and enjoyed the oxygen in my lungs, and felt It pump around my body one last time.

One last time, before everything stopped. One last time, before the squeaking stopped. One last time, before the jaw closed.

One last time, Before I Was Broken.

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