Five Nights at Freddy's- Short Story- Phone Guy(A/N: I decided to make this a bit longer and include Nights 1, 2, and 3 phone calls to the next night guard [Mike] and add a bit more detail. I think...Yeah. After listening and reading about Phone Guy's messages, I wanted to add the previous nights and fix some stuff up here. And it's late where I am, so I'll be heading to bed soon. Anyways, enjoy! P.S. - I got lazy around night 2 phone calls, so I only did half of the calls. Ugh. Enjoy!)<Night One, Sunday; Previous Night Guard>I remembered coming to this place as a kid. The pizzeria was the same as I remembered it. Pirate's Cove, the stage, the party room. I smiled as I saw Chica, Bonny, and Freddy on stage. They all looked the same as I remembered them. Bonny's pink eyes seemed to follow my every move as I walked around the place.Not very many families were here, which didn't surprise me. I was there when Foxy bit the poor kid's head. I didn't see it happen, but I saw parents and kids start to run
Don't Think.it's meant to be listened to:http://sta.sh/022gwea0ee6ohttps://soundcloud.com/gravitycorner/dont-thinkI remember in Psych 101,when the professor proposed a gamecalled Don’t Think.He said, “For the next minute,don’t think about red elephants.”So the trick was to think about anything elsebut the red elephant.That was the longest minute of my life.I thought surely I will dieunder the weight of this--No don’t think about it!The sweat dripped down my templesand my lips got dryand I couldn’t stopblinking or thinkingabout purple giraffesand orange hippos and polka dotostriches and redredbut then the minute was up and I let out a sighand I could feel my arteries dilateand I could feel my cells breathing again andI could see the red elephantand he could see me.That elephant in my mind’s roomwas easy to accommodate after all theother animals had leftwhen it was just me and him.I forgot wha
The Man with No NameThis is the tale of the man with no name,from out of nowhere is whence he first came.He brings nothing with him, and has nothing to say,don't sell him a thing, because he'll never pay.No hands for his pockets, of which he has none,no brain for his noggin, no legs for to run.No belly for food, and no food for his mouth,he cannot go North, for he doesn't know South.Without his own voice he isn't too wordy,And without his own body he doesn't get dirty.He has no face to wash, and no hair to comb,but don't send him away; he hasn't a home.When you think he's behind you, he'll disappear,don't bother calling, because he cannot hear.Don't tell him your name, or it will become his,If you think he is you, then he probably is.
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