Reina: Hello there! I'm a bit late at the Five Nights at Freddy's party, but this story is about... two years old or so.

*bows* Welcome to Nintendo Nightmares! Please keep your group together, don't separate for any reason, don't run, don't yell, don't eat or drink anything, don't take photographics, don't say or offer anything to the animatronics, and do not look at Link for more than ten seconds.

Rated T for swearing, blood, jump scares, Freddy, Foxy, Chica, Balloon Boy, Link, Dark Pit, Ghirahim, and Pizza.

Chapter 1: Night One at Nintendo's

Chris

My name is Christina, but everybody calls me Chris, thanks to my older brother. I am your average teenager - or I was, at one point. After the Incident, my life was changed forever. I now view everything differently, and it seems that I'm now slightly paranoid, but that may be because of my brother's involvement in the Incident...

I recently accepted a local job ad in the newspaper. I was to be working a night shift at the local Nintendo Video Game Museum. The hours seemed odd to me- 12am to 6am, but as I don't sleep at night anyway, I was okay with it. And it's the summer, so I could always sleep in the afternoon. The weird thing is that people say that the museum is haunted - but ghosts don't exist, right?

The man in blue manager uniform opened the door and let me through. I entered the office and sat down, scanning everything carefully. There was a tablet on the table, multiple posters of video game characters on the wall, a corded phone on the wall, two windows, two doors, and two panels with buttons near the doors. I sat down in the chair. The manager nodded and left, leaving me alone in the museum.

Sighing, I turned the tablet on and began to view the cameras to check the twenty something rooms. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but the statues unnerved me. They looked... Too realistic. Like they would move anytime soon.

I'm paranoid, I told myself. There is no way that statues move.

But-

Ring! Ring! Ring!

The phone on the wall was shaking and ringing. I casually picked it up. "Hello?"

"Are you Chris, the new security guard?" The Caller asked.

"Yes. But I prefer to be called Christy."

"Are you looking at the cameras?"

"Well... Yeah."

"Good. Make sure that you check every room carefully. Scan each room twice. Do it at least every 5-10 min."

"Why? Do we have thieves?"

The Caller laughed. "If we only had to worry about that..."

"I'm sorry? What did you just say?"

"Did you notice that there are only two teenagers at the museum? And that they are the only workers here at the moment?"

"I presume that the other teenager is you?"

"Yes. Do you know why?"

"Um... Because people aren't insane enough to steal an animatronic Sonic the Hedgehog?"

"No-"

The connection died. I blinked, hung the phone up, and turned my eyes to the clock.

It was now 1am. Time flew by really fast.

I looked at the cameras and checked each room ten times without incident. On round 11, I noticed something odd in the Hall of Space. I zoomed in a little and gawked.

An animatronic was gone. I couldn't exactly locate it in the room, so I frantically looked in the other rooms for someone with the animatronic. Nothing.

I panicked, thinking that I was a horrible employee for not noticing the missing animatronic. I returned the camera view to the Hall of Space, and my jaw dropped.

The animatronic was back in its place. It looked like Fox McCloud, but the lighting was so bad, it could have been Slippy Toad for all I know.

The clock struck two am. How did time pass by so quickly?

I spend two minutes on each camera, I told myself. That's why.

Noticing a slip of paper wedged between two books, I snatched it and scanned it. It was a bunch of rules, but they struck to me as odd.

Rules for the Nintendo Museum of Video Game Characters and History:

1. Stay together

2. Don't get lost

3. Don't eat or drink in the exhibits

4. Don't interrupt your tour guide

5. Don't interrupt the animatronics

6. Don't offer the animatronics anything to eat or drink

7. Don't get too close to the animatronics

8. Don't touch the animatronics

9. Don't take photos of the animatronics unless you have permission

10. Don't record the animatronics

11. Don't talk to the animatronics

12. Don't stay in the museum after hours unless you have permission or work here

13. Don't look at Link for more than ten seconds

14. Don't try to steal the animatronics

15. Don't try to race Sonic

16. Don't threaten the animatronics

17. Don't call Kirby a marshmallow

18. Don't destroy the animatronics

19. Don't insult the animatronics

20. Don't talk about anything important in the Hall of Villains

21. Don't compare ROB to Hal 9000 Wheatley, R2-D2, or GLADoYs

22. Don't die

That's stupid, I told myself as I looked through the cameras again. Like I would stare at Link...

Wait, what?

I double checked the list. I then scrolled through into Link's Hallway. He was there, but standing still and proud.

Eh, they may be-

Link twitched. He turned his head towards me, and I nearly screamed.

His eyes. They were black. Pitch black with red irises. Nightmares. Horror. Death. And they were piercing my soul. Scared, I moved the cameras to another room outside the museum, and nearly had a heart attack.

Four animatronics were attempting to break into the museum through the back.

The same ones from the Incident.

I slammed the CLOSE GARAGE DOOR button and checked the cameras. The animatronics were frustrated. After 30 minutes, they left.

The clock struck 3 a.m.

Three hours to go. What had happened to 2 a.m.? Was I so immersed in work that I didn't hear it go off?

I decided to check the cameras again. The rooms seemed empty, so I decided to check the Hall of Heroes again-

And Link was not in his pedestal.

Shoot.

I checked the other rooms again, to see if he has taken a stroll. But animatronics don't-

I accidentally hit the button where the Hall of Heroes camera was, and I couldn't see anything. That was only because something was covering the camera. It shifted, and Link's demented face appeared and blocked everything from view.

"Gah!" I pushed away from the cameras and hit the buttons to close the office. I glanced at the camera, and Link began to laugh. I tried to slow my breathing down a little, but it took fifty minutes to do so.

The clock struck 4 am.

Two hours left.

I switched camera views. Nothing moved.

I returned to the Hall of Heroes. Link was on his pedestal.

I looked outside. Nothing but a stray cat was there.

I checked the entrance hall. Nothing.

I checked the phone call center. I distinctly heard the sound of Angry Birds destroying buildings and pigs. But nothing was there.

I checked the other rooms. Nothing.

I moved from the computer and checked outside of the doors of the Office. They were empty.

I repeated the same steps again. Same results.

The clock struck 5 a.m.

Am I insane?

I repeated everything at least twenty times. The museum was a ghost town.

One minute to 6 a.m.

I stretched, relaxing my tense muscles and yawned. I was tired. I shut the computer off and grabbed my stuff.

6am

I briskly walked out of the Office and towards the Hall of Heroes. I was almost out when I felt a hand brush my hair.

"Hope you come tomorrow, Chris."

I whipped around, but Link was sitting on his pedestal, grinning. Unnerved, I left the building without turning back.

Reina: Um, Chris? I think that you should run. Like now. You might die. Correction: You have a 75% of getting hurt or dying.

Chris lives in a town that happens to have a Nintendo Museum. Why they have it is beyond her, but there is something about it that makes sense...

Also, there is a video game museum in real life. Just go on to google and type in "video game museum."

The "Incident" that Chris talks about will be described later.

Thanks for reading the first chapter, and I'll update soon.