Dance oh dance dear ballerina (FNAF) (Sequel to the sequel)

Pestering Voice

As the morning sun cast its warm glow across the breakfast table, Harry sat down with Dr. Emily, trying to shake off the lingering unease from the night's unsettling dream. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, and a sense of normalcy settled over the room.

Dr. Emily, a reassuring presence, engaged in casual conversation with Harry about his plans for the day. The sunlit kitchen provided a stark contrast to the haunting nightmares that had plagued him during the night. Yet, amidst the semblance of normality, the unfamiliar voice echoed in Harry's mind.

The voice seemed to cut through the mundane chatter, a spectral whisper that eluded comprehension. It bore a striking resemblance to the voice he had heard in the midst of his sleep paralysis nightmare – the voice of Garrett Everest. Harry couldn't shake the disconcerting feeling that Garrett's presence lingered, an ethereal connection transcending the boundaries of reality.

Despite his attempts to focus on the conversation at hand, the spectral voice persisted, an elusive undercurrent beneath the surface of his thoughts. It spoke in cryptic fragments, offering glimpses of a hidden narrative that intertwined with the haunted legacy of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

As Dr. Emily noticed the subtle shift in Harry's demeanour, she inquired about his well-being, concern evident in her eyes. Harry, grappling with the enigmatic presence in his mind, struggled to articulate the peculiar sensation that enveloped him.

The voice, reminiscent of Garrett's, seemed to beckon him towards an unseen revelation, a clandestine truth that eluded his conscious understanding. It murmured of secrets buried within the fabric of animatronic lore, hinting at a connection that spanned generations.

The breakfast table, bathed in sunlight, became an unlikely stage for the convergence of reality and the spectral echoes of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. The voice of Garrett Everest, a phantom from the past, persisted as a lingering enigma, leaving Harry to grapple with the disconcerting notion that the animatronic nightmares were not confined to the shadows of the night.

As the day unfolded, the spectral voice accompanied Harry's every move, a persistent reminder that the tale of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza held mysteries that transcended the boundaries of time and the dichotomy between waking reality and the elusive realm of dreams.