Scary Fnaf Animatronics Novels & Stories

Adrian smirked and revealed, "You fear the unknown. So, what better way to suffer than with eyes covered, lying in the dark, and enjoying the company of... whatever." "I'm not scared!" Dane declared. He was blindfolded and placed inside the wooden coffin. When Joey tossed in large pastas, Dane asked, "What was that? Snakes?" No one answered, but Dane freaked out. Chandler tossed in some insect toys, and Dane screamed, "Scorpions! Scorpions!" When Ross brought twigs, he brushed them all over Dane's body. Dane shouted, "Centipedes! Ahh! Cockroaches!"

Her mind was focused on searching every corner of the haunted house. She picked up the fake python, even putting her hand into the snake's head to stir it up, but found no props. She tossed the snake away, frightening the girl who then cried and screamed. Colin: ... The staff in the control room saw this scene and quickly had NPC (non-player characters) go and scare them. Eranthe was about to reach for the big spider on the ceiling when Colin pulled her back. She turned and made a clicking sound, "Tell the truth, you're the one scared, right?"

Zombie 2 added with a scared lifelike expression on its greyish face, scaring their two other companions that their eyes almost fell off. “Wu... Wu... Wu!!(I saw that too! I saw that too!)” Zombie 3 also trembled. Even though they were Zombies with no feelings, the little girl can easily make them have these emotions swirling in their chest like a storm. Ah so scared, they almost want to pee their pants right here, right now without being ashamed.

I said, as he moved us inside. “We helped build it about eight years ago so…” he said, pulling me in. Fanny closed her eyes as a few more spooks popped out or dropped from the ceiling. I started to giggle with each one because they were actually pretty cheesy. Weston led me somewhere, I wasn’t at all sure, it was pitch black. Suddenly the music got a bit louder and I saw a light in the corner. He motioned for me to come over and I peered into a long cushioned bench where a spook with a severed head was being vacated.

As Roy tried to shield his eyes, he saw DiStefano’s monsters had returned, as well. This time, their fluid movements were no trick of lighting. They slithered and clawed their way from the walls and ceiling that once sealed them, their teeth and pincers trained upon the spy revealed in their midst. Roy whimpered as each set of jaws released the same horrid, hissing sound before clamping on his flesh. The noise was far worse than anything DiStefano’s puppets had produced—more primal than a Foley artist’s wet dream. It mingled with the crunching of bones and the sloshing of innards. It reminded him of pumpkins.

Blake linked his fingers with Melissa’s and they pushed open the big horror doors. Blake could feel Melissa tremble as they walked through the haunted mansion, there was a zombie, a vampire, a werewolf, fake blood dripping down the walls in a room with the girl from the exorcist, when they got to the final room, they walked in an saw a “Dr” with his back to them. He was “doing surgery” on an alive human, both were very good special effects. As the Dr approached the patient he pulled out “teeth” and a zombie nurse jumped out from the side Melissa screamed. Not a high pitched cute, girly one but a ‘Serial killer is after me and I don’t care how I sound scream.’

That was when I looked up and saw the "Horror Room." Could he have gone in there? I remembered how he always talked about wanting to go in one of those. I went straight in without thinking about anything. The air inside was damp and cold. Animatronic laughter echoed from somewhere in the dark, each sound twisting my stomach tighter. After spending thirty minutes in there, I was starting to lose hope. Just when I wanted to give up and leave I heard a small whimper. I went toward where the sound came from and he was there, curled in a bundle of clothes.

"Keep up, Blackwood. I'm not leaving your corpse for the scavengers." Whirr. The sound hit my teeth before my ears. High-pitched. Mechanical. Silver masks glinted in the bruised aurora light. Four Fear faction elites erupted from the snowdrifts like white-clad demons. They didn't shift; they didn't have to. They carried silver-salt rifles and neuro-gas canisters that turned the air into a toxic, burnt-metal fog. "Mommy!" Leo shrieked, burying his face in my side.

Just like everyone was feeling like collapsing from fear the third climbed out. This one was slower, and gracefully. It was a female Zombie. Her body was lithe, almost elegant, but patches of fur clung to her decayed skin. A fox-like tail, half-rotted, dragged behind her. Her green eyes gleamed with cruel intelligence. Her lips parted in a grin far too wide. “Well,” she purred. “This will be fun.” Barbara screamed in terror. All three women frantic with fear. Gavin stepped forward— his face radiating confidence.

I just asked calmly, “Those people downstairs begged you the same way, right? You let them go?” The rusty cleaver seemed to have a mind of its own as it sliced toward them. A dull blade cutting through flesh, stroke after stroke, would have killed them. But before the metal even touched them, their Fear Values spiked to 100. They exploded from within, their bodies disintegrating with no blood left behind. I tucked that murderous cleaver into my arms and soothed it like a pet. “Okay, okay. I’m fine. I’m not hurt.”