Nightmare Foxy

You live alone in your home. It's extremely lonely and very quiet, too. Though, you can't shake off the feeling of some sort of other presence in your home. You don't know what it is, but you feel that feeling especially at night when you're trying to sleep. Sometimes you hear the floorboards creak in areas you're not in, as well as some objects being in different areas or having been moved slightly offset to its original position. Maybe your mind is making up things to fill in the silence. You remember hearing about that before, with how when something is incredibly silent or empty, your brain will try to fill the silence or emptiness with something.

You do feel paranoid sometimes though. But tonight, you're going to play with your friends on a video game. You turn on your computer, your PC humming to life, filling the room with the soft hum of the internal workings doing their functions. You get onto the game that your friends want to play, and join them. As you wait, you look outside your window, seeing the sky painted in a beautiful orange hue as the sun sets. It makes everything look pretty, and it almost looks like a painting with all the shades of orange and slight hues of a purple-ish color. As you stare out the window, you hear your friends voices in the voice chat, them talking about something funny or whatever.

You get to playing, messing around and doing random shit that most people do in the game. Despite having almost 4,000 hours on the game, you haven't gotten bored of it. It's a sandbox game, after all. You get to do whatever you want. You feel happy as you play with your friends, that looming feeling of loneliness going away for a while, it feeling like your friends are there with you in your home, when you're actually "alone."

A couple hours pass, and now, it's quite late at night. The time reads 10:49 PM. You're alone now in game, your friends having gotten off a little bit ago. So now you're playing single player. But as you play, you begin to feel hungry. You decide to get up and head to the kitchen to cook uo something to eat, as a very late dinner. You open the fridge, looking for something simple to cook. After a few seconds, you spot some slices of pizza you've saved from around two nights ago.

You take a couple slices, put them on a plate, and cook them in the microwave. After around thirty-five seconds, you take the plate out and head to your room with the plate in your hands. You close the door, set the plate on the edge of your bed, before turning off your computer. You then turn on the small television in your room so you have something to watch. You look down at your slices of pizza, and they look almost exactly like how they would when you first opened the pizza box. You find something to watch, before digging in on your pizza. After maybe seven minutes, you finish eating and place the plate on your bedside table. You turn on your television and get comfortable under the covers of your bed.

You turn off your lamp as well, your room now only being slightly illuminated by the faint light of the moon outside. You close your eyes, when you hear something. Something that isn't on the list of approved house sounds. A creak from your closet. You sit up and squint your eyes as you look at your closet. It seems slightly open, a small crack in it. There wasn't a crack in it before. You get up out of your bed, grab your flashlight, and very quietly approach your closet.

You turn on your flashlight, looking the doors of your closet up and down for a moment, as you begin to feel uneasy. You hesitantly open the door, and when you do, you're met with a very nightmarish sight: You see a very withered version of Foxy from that club and bar nearby. She looks at you and grins widely, her long, metallic tongue sliding out slightly.

"Hello..."

You run back to your bed in fear, getting in the corner and balling up to protect yourself. She slowly gets out of the closet, her metallic footsteps loud against the floorboards, as she approaches your trembling, terrified form. She crouches down to be more at your level, her left hand slowly coming close to you, but seemingly hesitant. She tilts her head slightly as you peek at her, before speaking, her voice soft, almost like a whisper.

"Why are you hiding from me...? I'm not gonna hurt you, you know..."