A short fnaf story.

(I've put this in the games category but idk if Literature was better)

It's been 5 days now that I've been away from home, 4 of which were nightmares.

Maybe I've been playing or thinking about FnaF too much, even my nightmares have that setting.

I am not good at drawing but i tried to put on paper what I've been through and maybe still will.

The sounds, the smells, the screams, all of which were so real.

It started in a room, a really familiar one but the surroundings have been shifted around changing it, only my memory can tell me what this room once was for.

In front of me two screens, one as a map, the other as the camera view.

I remember but I don't know the place, I've lived there my whole life but I didn't.

The lever is heavy, the button is stuck.

"Was there always a window?" 

There are only two creatures roaming about "i don't recognize them", the cameras don't work, the power drains fast, i can't see the time.

I can't see anything.

The door is useless, the window is dangerous.

They're breaking through.

Everything is falling apart.

There's nothing else that needs to be done.

Now i just have to hope that tonight, it will end fast.