Five Nights at Freddy's Page #3

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Um…

Can I, uh, help you, Officer?

Please, my name’s Vanessa.

And you must be?

Um…

The new security guard.

Yeah.

You’re bleeding, by the way.

Looks nasty.

Come on. I know where they keep the first aid kit.

(thunder rumbling)

(chuckles):
Love what you’ve done with the place.

Why Nebraska?

Oh, you need a hand?

I’m fine.

You sure?

Here.

I’m a certified EMT.

So if your heart ever goes out, I’m the one you want to call.

You seem to really know your way around the place.

Well, Freddy’s is on my beat.

I like to stay well-informed.

Also, I really loved this place as a kid.

There.

That should do it. (sighs)

Vanessa Shelly.

Mike.

Pleasure to meet you, Mike.

(drawer closes)

You doing all right this evening, Mike?

What?

Are you good? Are you okay?

Is everything copacetic?

Yeah, I know what “all right” means.

Do you also know that your eyes are bloodshot and your heart rate’s through the roof?

And aside from that gash on your arm, which… (chuckles) let’s be honest, is pretty frickin’ bizarre, you’ve been acting suspicious since the moment you opened the door.

Yeah, look, it’s been a weird night.

Sounds like Freddy’s.

This place, it gets to people.

It’s one of the reasons why you’re gonna quit.

I’m sorry?

Oh, yeah.

You security hires, you never last.

Have you met them yet?

Met who?

(lights buzzing)

(games beeping, whirring)

So, what are the other reasons?

Huh?

Why you think I’m gonna quit my job.

Well, you tell me.

Is this somewhere you see yourself ten, 20 years from now?

I mean, what do I know? Maybe the benefits are great.

(scoffs)

I didn’t think so.

Add to that the thing with those kids going missing.

Wh-What did you just say?

Prepare to have your mind blown.

(chimes)

(whirring)

(“Talking in Your Sleep” by The Romantics playing)

♪ ♪

♪ When you close your eyes ♪

♪ And you go to sleep ♪

(echoing):
♪ Sleep, sleep, sleep ♪

♪ And it’s down to the sound of a heartbeat ♪

This… this is…

The best thing you’ve seen in your entire life?

♪ I can hear the things that you’re dreaming about ♪

(echoing):
♪ About, about, about ♪

♪ When you open up your… ♪

Want to dance?

(electrical crackling)

(music distorts, stops)

(mechanical whirring)

Maybe some other time.

Wait, y-you said some kids went missing?

Sure. Back in the ’80s.

What happened to them?

It was big news.

That’s why the place shut down.

Wow.

You really didn’t do your homework, did you?

And you’re not even wearing your badge.

Got it.

There.

Now you’re official.

(gate rattling)

VANESSA:
Hey.

Some friendly advice?

Don’t let this place get to you.

Just do your job, and you’ll be fine.

(indistinct police radio chatter)

Yeah, sounds good.

♪ ♪

(cell phone keys beeping)

(car engine starts)

(phone line ringing)

(phone vibrating)

(beeps)

JEFF (over phone): It’s showtime.

As soon as he gets back, get the guys and meet me here.

I think I see a way in.

(soft electronic whirring)

All right.

Now, be quick but thorough.

Maximum damage, minimum time.

You see anything valuable, grab it, and we’ll, uh, settle up after.

Good?

Yeah. Golden.

Whoo!

Yeah! (laughs)

Let’s go, boys!

Come on!

♪ ♪

(clattering in distance)

(heavy scraping)

(doors rattle)

(clattering continues in distance)

♪ ♪

(loud rattling)

(scoffs)

(pans rattling)

(exhales sharply)

(quiet mechanical click)

(Carl gasps)

(electronic whirring)

(flashlight clatters)

(electronic rattling)

(screaming in distance)

(electronic chittering)

(screaming continues)

(muffled grunting)

HANK:
Carl?

(gasps)

(bag thuds)

(screaming in distance)

(screaming continues)

JEFF:
Hank?

What the hell are you doing?

♪ ♪

(breathing heavily)

JEFF:
Hank?

Hank!

Jeff?

(door rattling)

Jeff!

(straining)

Come on, you stupid…

(whispers):
Hank?

Come on. Come on.

(electronic whirring)

(screaming)

(heavy thudding)

(screaming and heavy thudding continue)

(bones cracking)

(glass squeaking)

(body thudding)

Hank?

(heavy mechanical footsteps)

(low growling)

(crowbar clatters)

♪ ♪

(coins clattering)

(kids screaming and laughing loudly over phone)

(groans)

♪ ♪

Sh*t.

(rattling in vent)

(whirring)

(grunting):
No! No! No!

(grunting)

(grunts)

(whirring stops)

(door creaking)

(male voice scatting nearby)

(scatting)

(scatting stops)

(electrical crackling)

(jaws chomping rapidly)

(screams)

Jeff?

Carl?

(fan creaking)

(door creaks)

(boy giggles)

Hey.

BOY:
Follow me.

Hey!

Hey, wait!

BOY:
Come on.

MAX:
Hello?

BOY:
This way.

(door closes)

♪ ♪

(breath trembling)

(door closes)

BOY:
Warmer.

(gasps)

(soft mechanical creaking)

How in the heck?

BOY:
Warmer.

(screams)

(jaws chomp)

NARRATOR (on TV): It’s feeding time for the giraffe.

(whimsical music playing on TV)

(TV continues playing quietly)

Hey, Abs, what you working on?

All right.

I guess you don’t want this, then.

It’s cool, huh?

(softly):
Okay.

I’m trying my best, Abby, okay?

(objects clatter)

(on TV):
Can’t you read?

You okay?

I made a mess.

I’m sorry.

They’re just… they’re just papers, all right?

They don’t… they don’t mean anything.

Then why do you have them?

Well, that’s complicated. Aunt Jane…

I hate her.

She’s mean and she smells like cigarettes.

(chuckles)

It’s not funny.

You’re right, it’s not. It’s just, uh…

I don’t know, it’s nice that we can finally agree about something.

(softly):
Are you gonna give me away?

Abs, no, I…

(knocking at door)

Hey. Vanessa.

Hey, Mike.

And hello.

Vanessa, this is Abby. Abby, Vanessa.

Hi, Abby.

Mike didn’t tell me he had a daughter.

Gross.

No, uh, Abby’s my sister.

Ah. Well, he didn’t tell me he had a sister either.

Are you here to arrest Mike?

MIKE:
Okay, uh, can you go play in your room so me and Vanessa can talk?

It’s nice to meet you.

What, um… what are you doing here?

Somebody broke into Freddy’s.

What?

Wh-What-what happened?

Recognize these?

Look, it’s not what you think, okay?

Th-Those are… They’re sleeping pills.

They help me sleep.

I know what they are, Mike.

It’s written on the bottle.

News flash:
If you’re too whacked out to remember to lock a friggin’ door, accident or not, you’re liable.

It’s called criminal negligence.

(scoffs) You wouldn’t understand.

Well, then help me.

‘Cause the moment I file that report, it’s out of my hands.

You want to take a walk?

So I used to have a brother.

His name was Garrett.

(sighs) And when I was… about 12, he was, uh, he was taken.

And I was there when it happened.

They never found the guy who did it, and they never found my brother.

So there’s this theory that, uh, we can’t forget things.

Basically, it says that every single thing that you see in your entire life, down to the tiniest of details, gets stored inside of you.

You just have to know how to look.

Your brother…

You think you saw who took him?

I know I did.

And I know that he’s in here, but he’s just… he’s…

It’s buried.

So every night, I dream, and I go back to that same memory, and I-I search for details.

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