Note: This is the first Dormatabis Oneshot. Enjoy it while you can.

Location: Freddy Fazbear's Pizza

Currently: Closed and Abandoned

Date: November 23, 1987

Time: 2:34 AM

~Y/n's POV~

I can't believe that those two girls dared me to spent the night at the old abandoned pizzeria. They said that if that I don't stay there until 7AM, they're going to post the video of me talking about my crush. They promised they'll delete it If I win the bet. Right now, I'm just looking through the cameras with this old computer. I didn't even know that the computer is still working. Wonder why?

It's already past 2AM and I'm still afraid that something is going to kill me. I heard some rumors from the other students that people who worked there died inside the suits and they haunt the place every night looking for fresh meat. I hate to see someone try and eat my face off.

I looked through the cameras and I see nothing until I saw something move fast that I couldn't make out on the screen. I decided to move out of the way until I saw a creepy and disgusting looking bear jumped at me. I immediately grabbed a fan and swing it at him and when I did, I thought my eyes were playing trick because I thought I saw the animatronic turned human. He's got messy looking yellow hair, frizzy bear ears, a torn-up top hat, a filthy-looking yellow suit, a phone handle that stuck to the side of his head covered in blood and his eyes are gouged. It's really disgusting. I feel like I'm going to be sick.

Golden Call: Whoa. What's your problem?

Y/n: My problem? You attack me and I had to defend myself. And Furthermore what happen to your face?!?!?!?

Golden Call: It's a long story. My name is Kyle, but I'm better known as Golden Call aka Phone Guy. I died from Fredbear biting off my Frontal Lobe and I got stuck inside the suit from a guy named William Afton aka Purple Guy. And by the way, You're pretty cute for a girl who managed to survive this place.

Is he...flirting with me?!?!??! I think I'm about to throw up if this keeps up. Those are so disgusting I can't look at his face.

Y/n: I'm sorry but I can't stand to look at those eyes. They're terrifying and covered in blood! I don't feel so good. I'm sorry, but I don't we should be together.

I looked at him one last time and I saw him frown. I felt him grab me with his hands. and he force me to look at him. I saw him holding his bloody phone handle. My eyes widened when he said.

Golden Call: You may be cute, but you haven't accepted me. I'm not letting you go that easily.

He hit me really hard with the phone handle and I instantly blacked out. What kind of sicko did this to him?

~Timeskip - 6:57 AM~

I woken up and I feel really uncomfortable. I lifted my hand to see a bloody robot hand. My eyes widened and my eyes are also gouged out of my head. I just realized that when I didn't accept him, he killed me and placed me inside one of the suit and he gouged my eyes like he got his. I looked up and I saw the same bear as before. It's Golden Call and I can tell he's smiling under that mask. He instantly turned human and He used his ghostly power to turn me human. He brought me to a mirror and I freaked out at my new appearance. My h/c hair is now a dirty yellow color and my outfit is changed to the same color. I wish I can cry but my eyes are so messed up I can produce any tears. I feel Golden Call hugging me, rubbing my head gently.

Golden Call: I'm sorry for what I did, Y/n, but I just couldn't stand being so lonely here. Don't worry, I'll find a way to get us to the other side. Once we get revenge on Garvey who brought us including you into this place called hell, We will finally be free from all the pain. And our eyes will be back to our heads once we're free.

I hate to admit, I feel bad for him for feeling this way. I guess I can help him get back at this guy named 'Garvey'. Maybe then my eyes will get better.

So now I decide to help him and the rest of the victims get their revenge so that we can be free. Even though I was sick when I was still alive, I somehow grown attached to Golden Call overtime. I believe it's called "Stockholm Syndrome". It happens to most victims to who captured. And I'm one of them. This will take some getting used to. I don't mind at all.

THE END