"The Final Call" (short story + doodle)

Biosphere95 05/14/23

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Hello everyone!

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In this post, I bring you a short fanfic! It was originally supposed to be for the "write a 500 word story prompt" on the 2022 July Bingo Challenge, but I never actually posted it, haha.

When I started, I had no idea what I wanted to write. Should I write about my FNaF OCs? Or about canon characters? Should I stick purely to canon, or maybe an AU? What game in the series should I focus on?

Initially, I considered writing about the characters from Security Breach, but I realized relatively late that I didn't have a ton of ideas. So instead, I decided to write about what was arguably one of the most disturbing moments in the original games.

That's right, I'm talking about the Night 4 phone call from FNaF 1.

While I never actually found the call itself unnerving, the fact that this was quite possibly the only moment in the series where we got to hear someone's final moments is rather unsettling. I sort of wish we had a bit more of this in the series, but maybe that's just me, lol.

Also, in case you're wondering why I keep calling the Phone Guy "Patrick", it's just a name I gave him in a funky little AU I made a long time ago.

Anyway, on with the story!

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Patrick slammed the door shut as the heavy, metallic footsteps came rushing down the hall. He held his breath as the animatronic's steel fist began to pound on the door, waiting for it to go away. After a couple minutes, the pounding stopped, and the machine on the other side of the door could be heard making its way back to whence it came. Patrick breathed a sigh of relief, before opening the door. He took a moment to check the time on his laptop.

Only 2 AM.

So he was two hours into his shift. Not bad.

Patrick moved back to his swivel chair in the center of the office, quietly sitting down as he listened for any movement from the hallways on either side of him. Determining that it was safe, he flipped up the screen again and started clicking through the cameras. Once he'd determined where all the animatronics were located, he closed the laptop.

The characters were particularly aggressive this night, he noted. Foxy had run down the hall at least four times now, Chica had been camping at the door until about 10 minutes ago, and Freddy was already off the show stage.

Patrick flipped open the laptop again, looking at the small battery symbol at the bottom left corner of the screen. His heart stopped.

Only 30% left.

His hands trembled as he took a deep breath in. Alright, that was… definitely not a good sign, but it wasn't the end of the world!

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…Right?

Patrick leapt up as he heard Foxy sprinting down the hall again, rushing to press the door button. He could just barely see the animatronic in the darkness as the door slammed shut. Once again, it pounded on the door as if demanding to be let in.

Seconds ed.

Then a minute.

Then five minutes.

The sound of metal hitting metal did not stop.

Shakily, Patrick opened the laptop, checking the battery again.

20%.

This really was it, then. There was no way he could get through the night with only 20% power and almost four hours left to spare. He could only envision himself getting out of this alive with the help of a miracle.

A miracle he knew wouldn't come.

Patrick shut the laptop, setting it on the desk. There was nothing it could help him with anymore.

He began to wonder, would Fazbear Entertainment inform his family of his demise? Or would they leave him to just be another unsolved missing person case in the papers?

Quivering, he reached for the phone, bringing it to his ear. Normally, he did this at the end of his shift, but now… he was certain he wouldn't make it to the end.

Patrick hesitated a moment, before starting to record. If he couldn't survive this, then all he could do was pray that whoever came after him did.

And that hopefully, even if they skipped all his previous recordings, they would at least listen to his final call.