Sanders Sides Oneshots

The Fifth Night

Third Person POV

The problem is simple, Thomas had been having nightmares, vivid ones too. Of course, his parents and any other adults that ended up dealing with them would assure him that they were nothing more, and he believed them. Or at least he pretended to...

In truth, despite his young age he fully believed that the nightmares were somehow real. He could remember them too well for them to just be bad dreams. Sometimes after waking up he'd even see robotic animals, all they did was stand in the hallway, watching him through the small crack. He could just close the doors fully to avoid seeing them at night, but then no one could hear him if he had a bad nightmare.

Tonight, he had yet another nightmare. The first nightmare had shown him a nightguard who ended up dying from blood loss after an animatronic practically bit his arm off. The next was lured into the parts and service room, and was never seen again. The third featured a repair man getting his skull crushed after one of the robots bit him. And finally, the nightmare from tonight, it had a play tester that literally died from fear.

Of course, he saw the looks his parents gave him the first time he described one of his nightmares. They clearly didn't like all the dark, gorey details that he could remember from the nightmare so he started leaving them out.

But despite what everyone says, he knew there was something more to his nightmares. Sure, Freddy Fazbear's doesn't exist, but that doesn't mean he hasn't heard about strangely similar deaths. He had been reading an interesting book while his dad watched the news, and for the most part it matched up with his nightmare. Of course, the news report didn't say anything about someone getting their hand bitten off at a Chuck E Cheese's, but they did die from blood loss at a children's restaurant.

After that, Thomas paid more attention to the news and sure enough, more of those strange 'coincidences' showed up there. He didn't say anything, but was seriously starting to wonder if his dreams could predict the future. If so, the future was looking pretty grim for minimum wage employees in the area.

He couldn't help but wonder what monsters tomorrow's nightmare would show him. He didn't quite know how, but he felt like there would at least be one more, but what? Hadn't his brain terrified the child enough? Either way, it was safe to say he wouldn't be caught within a hundred feet of a robot animal anytime soon. Or maybe ever, if the nightmares persisted but he seriously hoped not. So, having hope that he wouldn't have two nightmares in one night, he fell back asleep.

- - -

The next night, Thomas was faced with yet another nightmare. He had fallen asleep during movie night so his dad carried him to his bed. He soon started shaking, crying, and even shouting out at various times. The boy's mother came in the room to help calm down the young boy but it seemed their presence had no effect.

Once it became clear that they couldn't help him through the nightmare, they tried to wake him up. It didn't work.

After what felt like hours of watching their child cry, unable to help, the boy finally quieted down. His parents sighed in relief, partially glad that the nightmare seemingly ended, but mostly glad that they could go to sleep now.

What they didn't realize at the time, was that this night would provoke nightmares in the parents for the rest of their lives. They would forever doubt themselves, and hold onto the guilt, constantly playing the 'what-ifs' in their minds like a movie.

Because,

The boy never woke up again.

A/N: I know this one's way shorter than the others, but I still like it. I think it has more of a 'horror story' vibe to it which is nice, at least at the end.