CAN'T WAKE UP

	A man lay peacefully in his bed, sound asleep. The world has been great to him. The earth was thirsty and he quenched it for a time. He was deeply satisfied with the work he had done. However in his mind...

"IT'S ME" A golden-hued Freddy Fazbear suit whispered wordlessly, positioned in front of the man's face.

"IT'S ME IT'S ME IT'S ME IT'S ME IT'S ME IT'S ME IT'S ME IT'S ME IT'S ME IT'S ME IT'S ME IT'S ME IT'S ME IT'S ME IT'S ME IT'S ME IT'S ME IT'S ME IT'S ME IT'S ME"

	The man twisted and turned in his head, but he couldn't move. He was glued to his darkened room with this abomination staring him in the face. He could feel himself sweating but his body refused to move. Thoughts of what he had done to deserve this ran through his head. He tried to move again but to no avail.

"IT'SMEIT'SMEIT'SMEIT'SMEIT'SMEIT'SMEIT'SMEIT'SMEIT'SMEIT'SMEIT'SMEIT'SMEIT'SMEIT'SMEIT'SMEIT'SMEIT'SMEIT'SMEIT'SMEIT'SMEIT'SMEIT'SMEIT'SMEIT'SME"

The golden mascot's face got closer and whispered faster into his mind. He felt like he was getting away though this time, albeit a bit slowly. Then it ended.
The man gasped for breath, the monstrosity no longer there. A pounding headache and a cold sweat.

"First those fucking kids now this? I'm going back to finish it then."

	He got up, put on his old work attire and grabbed the keys to his van. The man hesitated for a moment, when he glanced at his disguise. He shook his head, dragging it outside and stuffing the golden Freddy suit into the back of his van. The tires screeched as he pulled out of his driveway.