Five Nights At Freddys 1 Fanfiction

Chapter 9- The Finale

The previous night, my therapist texted me. He asked how I was feeling and explained to me that he had found another mental disorder of mine that he would like to address with me the following day.


Therapist- 11 PM- “Hello Mike, how are you feeling. I apologize for messaging you so late in the evening, but you need to come immediately tomorrow morning. I discovered that you have another mental disorder.”


Me- 4:05 AM- hey, sorry for the late response i just got up because of my PTSD attack. What time should I come?


Therapist- 4:30 AM- be here by 7 AM it’s urgent.


Me- 5 AM- Will be there.


I have no clue what other mental condition I could possibly have. I already have PTSD, and that is ruining my life, but I thought that was all. What else could be going on?! My plan for the day would be quite busy, as soon as the appointment is over, I will go to court and sue Jonathan for all he’s got. That behemoth is not going to get away with fucking up my life so abysmally.


The more I thought, the heavier my eyelids began to feel, and I soon found myself drifting away into sleep. Every passing moment my eyes shut and opened but slowly shut again. Eventually I completely passed out on the couch.


After what seemed only a few minutes, sunlight filled my bedroom causing me to open my eyes. My body felt tired and sore from the lack of sleep I have received these past couple days, and a slow wave of drowsiness flooded my muscles. As I repositioned myself and rubbed my eyes, memories of the night came back to me in quick spurts. That was when I had realized my phone was buzzing with text messages since the moment I woke up. OH SHIT IT’S ALREADY 8:30 IN THE MORNING! I MISSED MY APPOINTMENT. There were several texts from my therapist:


Therapist- 6:45 AM- Mike please make sure to get here soon.

7:00 AM- Mike, are you here? I don’t see you in the office.

2 missed calls from therapist

7:30 AM- Mike, this is urgent. Please call me and we can reschedule to a later time if that suits you better.

7:45 AM- Are you alright? Nothing has happened, right? Please answer me.

8:01 AM- I have patients to see today Mike. As soon as you see this contact me immediately. This is not professional.


Me- 8:32 AM- omg, I am so sorry, I fell asleep. When is the next available appointment?


Therapist- 8:46 AM- it’s okay. 9 AM but please do not be late without notice.


I hurried up and was half way out of the door before realizing I was barely wearing anything and looked a complete mess. I had ten minutes. I rushed to get ready, I grabbed some clothing laying around in my room, a mint and some water, and I was in my car driving at the same time as I was making myself look somewhat presentable.


My therapist was sitting on a bench outside drinking coffee in her pink sweater and jeans. The second she spotted me, she snatched me with some hulk like strength and dragged me into her office. I sat in a chair, my mouth burning from the sensation of eating a mint and drinking cold water soon after, staring at this small woman who just practically carried me like a princess up to her office on the 5th floor. An expression of worry mixed with a crazed frazzled look graced her face when she turned and stared me straight in the eyes.


“We need to talk.” she huffed.


“Well.. yeah. Should I be worried?” I asked.


“That all depends.”


When she caught her breath and relaxed her face muscles, the therapist began,

“ Mike dear when I took those tests from you, the first thing that came back was PTSD, and you do have that. But last night, I got several more diagnoses for your trauma. You have a Panic Disorder which can result in panic attacks at random times, you also appear to have a case of severe depression.


“DEPRESSION?!”, I shouted, before dramatically covering my mouth with my right hand. My eyes wider than a deer caught in the headlights.


“Yes, the reason you have depression is because it is linked to your PTSD, so is the panic disorder. But you also have DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder AKA Multiple Personality Disorder).”


“What is DID?”, I questioned.


“DID is a mental disorder characterized by the maintenance of at least two distinct and relatively enduring personality states. The illness is accompanied by memory gaps beyond what would be explained by ordinary forgetfulness. The personalities alternately show in a person’s behavior; presentations, however, are variable”.


“This disorder is linked to PTSD, you will have different personalities in your head that could control you at times. You will not even realize that your body switched into a different personality”. Counseled the therapist.


“I cannot believe it, what am I going to do?”


“Well to start, you will be taking pills for your depression and anxiety, and you will come here two times a week for psychotherapy to be able to cope with your DID and PTSD”.


“Thank you”, I said.


“No problem, have a good day. I will see you next week. Text me if you need anything” She added before handing over a doctor’s slip to grab the medication from the closest pharmacy.


The moment I sat down in my car, I had a mental breakdown. FUCKING JONATHAN GAVE ME ALL OF THESE DISORDERS. HE IS GONNA FUCKING PAY FOR EVERYTHING THAT HE HAS DONE.


I got to court and gave the court my case. I told them that I am suing Jonathan Smith for violence and abuse towards me.


The judges said that the case will be active and that they will investigate and get back to me about it.



A week later…


I got a call from the court and they said,


Court- “Hello Mike Schmidt, your case has been verified and Jonathan Smith pleaded guilty. He was sued for 300,000 dollars and it will be put into your account very soon. Have a good day.”


Me- “Thank you for your work, I really appreciate it.”


I can not simply tell you how ecstatic I was. JONATHAN FINALLY GOT SUED. I GOT MONEY. At least one good thing came out of this hell.


Later that day my phone buzzed revealing a text from an unknown number.


UNKNOWN- 3:08 PM- Hi Mike, HOW COULD YOU FUCKING SUE ME. I DON’T CARE WHAT I PUT YOU THROUGH. I WILL BE OUT OF HERE SOON AND I WILL KILL YOU.


Me- 3:30 PM- OMG JONATHAN, I SUED YOU BECAUSE YOU MADE MY LIFE HELL BITCH. THE THERAPIST TOLD ME THAT I HAD PTSD, DEPRESSION, DID, AND A PANIC DISORDER. YOU GAVE ME ALL OF THAT. I HAD THE RIGHT TO SUE YOU. I DON’T CARE IF YOU LOST MONEY, YOU PUT ME THROUGH SO MUCH CRAP.


Jonathan- 3:32 PM- Oh I didn’t know that you had those disorders. I bet it’s a shame. Well It was nice working with you for a week. And oh thanks for taking all my money away. Your death will be by my hands the moment I get out of here.


Me- I read it at 3:40 but didn’t respond.


Me- 4:30 PM- Good luck with that one bitch. You are a serial killing monster. Your little bitchass tricked me, and I truly thought you were a friend. I felt safe around you.


Jonathan- 5:00 PM- wait, we’re still friends? That’s great!


Mike- 5:05 PM- I can see you aren’t getting the gist here. YOU ARE A MONSTER. WE ARE NOT BUDDIES.


Jonathan- 5:06 PM- how come my texts weren’t delivering?


Mike- 5:30 PM- BECAUSE I BLOCKED YOU. I BLOCKED YOUR NUMBER.


Jonathan- 6 PM- Why?


Mike- 6:10 PM- you know fucking why i did it. Don’t act like you dont know. PLEASE STOP TEXTING ME YOU PSYCHOPATH. LEAVE ME ALONE.


Jonathan- 6:45 PM- but I’m bored in jail.


Mike- 7 PM- I told you to leave me alone, I am blocking this number. Please do not get in contact with me again. Or legal action will be made. I HOPE YOU ROT IN JAIL THE WAY YOU DESERVE. Goodbye.


I BLOCKED HIS NUMBER FROM JAIL. Life was difficult, but he was multiplying it by a thousand. All of this was far too much for me, so much happened in the span of two weeks. To summarize, the phrase “living hell” would barely be enough to explain my life.


OH HI I HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY STORY, BY THE WAY. My name is MIke Schmidt and I have depression, panic disorder, Dissociative Identity Disorder, and PTSD. It all thanks to my ex-boss who made my life a living hell.



TO BE CONTINUED....



Thank you for reading! This was the Finale of FNAF 1 Fanfiction. This has been an incredible journey writing this, this took me more than 2 months to write in total and I’m so thankful that I wrote this. I am so sad that this book came to an end today. BUT STAY TUNED FOR FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S 2 FANFICTION TO BE COMING SOON. I WILL BE REVEALING THE RELEASE DATE VERY SOON. IT COULD TAKE UP TO MID- LATE JUNE. But I will let you guys know the release date of the first chapter for FNAF 2 Fanfiction.


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