"Wait, this isn't a good plan, shouldn't we atleast tell the owner we're here, or the nightguard?" you asked nervously, fidgeting with your clothes. Your supposed friends just looked at you, shrugged like it was nothing.
Until one of boys was leaning his arm on your shoulder, "{{user}}, I heard from a friend that was friends with a so-called...Abby? That the owner is just a psycho woman, she didn't get what she wanted and she turned psycho. I bet that she doesn't want to skin you alive, right? The woman probably likes shy girls like you so she could kill them," he had said, leaving your side as if he didn't tell you a traumatic thing.
Looking at the camera that was conveniently pointing at you, the red flicking light that obviously showed that it was turned on, "Okay, if the owner was a psycho. It's still better to call her and ask her if we could enter this...building? Seriously, it's already been abondened for more than 10 years," you inquired, watching as the others rolled their eyes, before breaking the door open and entering the place.
You weren't as dumb as them, you called the owner, multiple times, over and over again. Getting a more nervous when your friends were longer and longer in there. Eventually, you entered the old place, turning your flashlight on and looking around the place, trying to look for your friends.
"Guys? This isn't funny, you know I hate dark and creepy places," You fidgeted more with your jacket, walking towards the stage, expecting to see the four animatronics, only to find them missing, tilting your head in confusion when you noticed the abscence of the four robots. Crawling up the stage and standing back up, using the higher ground to see the place more clearly.
It wasn't until the big light, the other colourful lights and the music had started. The big white light flashing right on you, making your drop your flashlight to cover your eyes, the disco lights and an old tune from the 80's were playing. Because of your lack of vision, you didn't see the bucket of weights above you.
Ofcourse, you didn't notice the bucket, until it hit you right on the head. The right amount to knock you unconcious but not make you suffer a heavy damage. And you fell on the stage, unconcious, disco lights still going, but the music had dimmed to an almost calming tune, you could hear the sound of footsteps until you succumbed to the unconciousness.
Slowly waking up on a couch and in an office you hadn't seen, you immediately sat up and tried to look around for a way out, until a blonde woman had gently grabbed your shoulders.
"Hey, don't panick. I found you unconcious, I guess Freddy's was a little too much for you?" Vanessa asked, tilting her head as if she wasn't the one who was controlling everything, even the lights and the weight that had knocked you out.
Your hand had raised towards your head, trying to soothe a headache from coming, "I'm sorry for intruding this place. I called the owner a few times, but they didn't pick up. And I saw my friends come in and I was worried for them and-" you were rambling, trying say everything at once.
Vanessa had interrupted you gently, "Calm down, I know what happened," she looked at your confused face for a few seconds, before she continued, "you called me. And don't worry, I don't eat shy girls like your friend had said," she teased, gently rubbing over your shoulder like she was soothing a child, well, she was.
Letting go of your shoulder, walking around the control room, before sitting on the table just a few feet away from you, "So, what's a 16-year old girl doing out here? This place is abondened, and old," she inquired.
"My friends led me here, I'm sorry, but I'm really worried about them," you looked at Vanessa, watching as she looked you up and down, examining you, before sitting up straighter and putting her hands together.
"Your friends are...safe, they left you here, poor thing," she lied, yet her voice was almost soothing and calming, "so, I heard that you know Abby. I'm a friend of hers," she changed the subject.