Five Nights At Freddys 1 Fanfiction

Chapter 7- Mikes Mental Disorder

Previously on FNAF 1, Jonathan was caught with murdering children and was arrested.

I was driving to my therapist appointment later that day when the radio came on. There were not many good songs lately, so I turned to the local News Channel. They talked of the weather for a bit, then basketball, and finally the topic of the murder came up. I sat and listened intently in the parking lot. I still had 10 minutes before my appointment, so I just wanted to see if there was anything I didn’t know about,

News Lady: Unfortunately Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza will no longer be opening, there have been a series of murders that have been going on inside of the children’s pizzeria. The place will be closed permanently. Jonathan Smith, the manager at the time was charged with homicide. It definitely is a tragedy. Let us take a brief moment of silence for the lives of the children that we lost in this horrifying place. Aproximately 30 seconds pass Well that’s all we have for today folks....

Time passed quickly, and I found myself sitting in the therapist’s chair and spilling out everything. I was appalled, and shocked that my manager and friend killed these children. WHAT WAS WRONG WITH HIM?! The more I spoke, the more I found myself growing more and more hatred for that sick bastard named Jonathan. I scheduled another appointment for next week, and drove back home feeling slightly refreshed and lighter.

Home never felt so safe. I plopped on the couch and sifted through my mail, I noticed that I had an interesting letter addressed from Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. It was my paycheck. Only 100 dollars. What did I expect, I may be a witness as well as a victim, but that place is hella cheap. To them, my nightmare of a week was only 100 dollars. I threw that bullshit away, I didn’t want anything to do with that place any longer.

My phone buzzed, and I shot a quick glance at the screen, it was Jonathan:

5:50 Jonathan- Hey, I am so sorry for what happened. BUT I WILL BE COMING FOR YOU AS SOON AS I AM OUT OF HERE. YOU PUT ME IN JAIL YOU BITCH. I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS.

6:10 Mike- you can’t put your hands on me you bitch. you are an asshole, I thought we were friends but obviously not anymore. You are disgusting.

6:15 Jonathan- I will. What did I do??

6:18 Mike- you murdered those children you psychopath. I caught you, and you threatened to kill me as well!

6:19 Jonathan- please! I will come for you. You are a traitor.

6:21 Mike- im blocking you. thanks for the filthy paycheck.

6:22 Jonathan- DON’T YOU DARE BLOCK ME.

Mike read it at 6:25

I blocked him, deleted his number and was planning to sue him. This week was a horrendous week. At 9PM I got a text from my therapist:

9:00 PM Therapist- Mike, unfortunately you have PTSD (Post-traumatic stress disorder) You’re symptoms are:

Re-experiencing the trauma through intrusive distressing recollections of the event, flashbacks, and nightmares.

Emotional numbness and avoidance of places, people, and activities that are reminders of the trauma.

Increased arousal such asdifficulty and concentrating, feeling jumpy, and being easily irritated and angered.

I know this is scary but pills will be sent to your door please take one daily. If they get worse please contact me again.

9:01 Mike- Ok thank you. I can’t believe it.

Ptsd huh. I’ve only heard about it from other people and stories, but never actually encountered it myself. I can’t believe that I had to go through something so terrible that it is something that is happening to me. Jonathan deserves to rot in jail. I hope he stays there forever.

Visions of dead children and Jonathan’s blood-stained hands clouded my head whenever I shut my eyes. Each time I saw that man, and those scenes, my head spun like a carousel. When I calmed myself down enough to fall asleep, a dream entered my already pounding head. Jonathan was sitting on my chest holding a knife in his hands and plunging it deep into my flesh while giggling like a maniac.

I woke up covered in sweat and decided to walk for a bit to cool down. I forgot my phone on the couch and went to go retrieve it. Maybe I could play a game to pass the time until it’s appropriate to go over and see my family.

I found several strange texts from my therapist that left me standing in the living room in confusion. All her texts said:

JONATHAN you may have another mental disorder but I need you to come in.

What did she mean by that?

To be continued...

Thank you for reading! Stay tuned for chapter 8 coming next Friday! We are going to be taking a break next week from the storyline and just describing the secrets in the story. It wont really be a chapter. Chapter 9, however is the last chapter of this book. It will be revealing Mikes other disorder and what he does to sue Jonathan. Make sure to vote and comment.

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