The sound of my phone ringing echoes down the hall, waking me up from sleeping. I try and tune it out by pressing my pillow on my head, and wait for it to stop ringing. The answering machine beeps, so I drag myself out of bed. Dad always said that if there's a message, I should listen to it because it might be important.

I put my slippers on and head towards the door, reaching for the doorknob. "Wait! You're not going to leave me here, are you?" I hear someone call out from behind. I turn around to see my Fredbear plush on the ground, looking up at me with his blank eyes.

"No way," I say, and walk over to him and pick him up. "Ok, let's go."

"Wait!" He cries.

"Now what?" I groan.

"It's dark in the halls, and we both know you're too short to reach the light switch. You should grab your light stick."

"You mean the flashlight?" I ask mockingly.

"Yes, that thing. Quickly now, dad wouldn't be too happy if he found out we ignored a message." I walk over to my nightstand and grab my flashlight. It's not that big, nor is it powerful, but it has kittens on it, so that means it has to be good.

I turn on the flashlight and walk out the door, leaving it open behind me. Down the hall I see a blinking red light, and stop in my tracks. I begin to tremble, not knowing where the light could possibly be coming from. "Don't worry, buddy. It's just the phone. There's a message, remember?" I shake myself up and reassure myself, and push forward. I navigate through the living room and into the kitchen, where the phone is. I push the button next to the blinking light, and wait for the machine to start.

You have.. One.. New message.

*Beeeeeep!*

"Hey there, champ! It's your dad! I know it's late, so if it's morning by the time you listen to this, don't freak out. Your mother and I are fine, we just got stuck with the night shift again. But I know you'll hear this first thing, because I know my son. Anywho, I'm just calling to let you know that we have the night shift for the rest of the week, but I talked to my boss and he said that he'll let us have the day off on your birthday! Isn't that great? I was thinking that maybe you could grab a couple of your friends and we could all go to Fredbear's! Doesn't that sound like fun? So anyways, I'll see you in the morning, Mike. I hope you sleep well bud. Goodnight."

*click*

I press the button to turn off the machine, and unknowingly begin to tremble again. Fredbear's? Why would he take me there, doesn't he know that I'm terrified of that place?

"You should probably get some sleep. You are only ten, you are up waaaay past your bedtime." Fredbear says.

"Y-yeah... Yeah, ok.." I say, and head back to my room, still shaking. I walk into my room and close the door behind me, and turn off and put my flashlight on the stand. I get in bed, putting Fredbear right beside me.

"Well goodnight, Mike." He says.

"Goodnight," I say, already drifting off to sleep.

"Tomorrow is another day..." I hear, before drifting off to deep slumber.

Author's Note: So? How was it? Good? Bad? Amazing? Terrible? Terribly amazing or amazingly terrible? Not to much happened, but that's just because it's the first chapter and all that jazz. Hopefully I'll actually keep up with this one (unlike my other ones. Yeah I'm looking at you homicide investigation) so I can actually get a story out! Hurray!