Five Nights With Ponies.
by A Rare Sight
First published
Parody of Five Nights at Freddys, A abandoned house holds a dark secret to all who dare stay within its walls, As ponies at night come out to play- What could be bad about that?
A young girl with no place to go, sneaks into a abandoned house to live in during the cold winter months.
Unknown to her the home hides a dark secret- Small colorful ponies come out to play during the night.
Once created by a Toy-Maker to bring Joy and Happiness to children of all ages, Yet a sudden tragic event placed a dark curse upon them.
On the first night they may be happy and helpful to those who need them the most, but as time goes on they start to act differently.
No longer looking for companionship, but something else.
Blood....
Parody of Five Nights At Freddys.
Co-Written by BewhoUr.
Games Ponies Play.- ( Prologue. )
Author's Notes:
Hello!!
This Fic is a Parody of Five Nights At Freddys- Done With Ponies!!
Lol- Being a Parody it doesn't necessarily follow FNAF step by step.
This is a story all in its own, done with Ponified versions of Freddy and Friends.
Taking place in a new location etc.
Parodies are fun to just do- I hope everypony gets a kick from this.
Oh!
This fic is also being Co-Written by my Good Friend BewhoUr!!!
The Axe swung down with swift force striking a block of wood atop a old stump, The sharpened blade slicing it into two pieces each falling off to opposite sides with a dull thud.
Jon Yegar let a worried sigh escape his lips placing the axe down beside the stump, he had many things on his mind at the moment the most important being about his seven year old daughter Kelly. Gazing high into the orange colored sky he watched as the sun slowly began to set, vanishing into the horizon till the start of the new day.
As darkness crept up upon him, he allowed his dark green hues to fall upon his workshop located in the backyard with him, Thoughts of his daughter flooding his mind as the troubles of the following days rushed back in a instant.
Jon was a normal man, he lived a what he would like to call- a normal life, he was twenty-nine and married to a beautiful wife named Sarah.
He had short light brown hair, stood close to six-three in height and was in shape, at times he wished it was better shape but it was just fine for now. He was dressed in a white cotton shirt and a pair of beaten dirty jeans with work boots, nothing special.
Jon worked hard to give his family whatever they wanted, even if it meant working double shifts or over-time down at the factory. And in a odd way this is how all his troubles began, it was about a week ago when he had been digging around the backyard using his friends metal detector.
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He was bored and on a lark decided to mess around with his buddy, so just for fun they surveyed the back coming up with nothing for over an hour, chatting, laughing and having a few drinks.
When they had gotten bored and even a little drunk that is when it happened, The detector rang out loudly grabbing everyones attention whatever it had picked up had to be huge, as much as the machine was sounding off. Jon and his friend lost no time digging in place deeper an deeper, after what seemed like a lifetime and about six feet under they struck an object.
It was a large wooden crate nailed shut, dirt covered the frame from bottom to top as various insects slowly crawled up the sides. Jon remembered getting a odd feeling from the crate a voice in the back of his mind telling him to leave it be, a warning he wished he took more seriously.
Within a few moments Jon and his friend were able to pry open the crate, the treasure within one he would have never expected. Lined within the crate one after another were colorful mid-sized ponies, each scrunched together in the box side by side.
Of course they were not real ponies but merely toys, oddly enough well made toys, each pony was well detailed and created with the upmost care. After a small look over Jon would have guessed each pony stood almost three feet tall, covered in soft fur over their small bodies and manes created with what had to be real horse hair.
Lastly they were no plush toys instead each seemed to have a metal skeleton underneath their coats, which was odd since these ponies didn't seem to have any sort of talking mechanism within them what so ever. Whoever created these things spent alot of time and effort to do so, the question in his mind was why burry them six feet in the ground?
His friend thought they were useless little girl toys, telling Jon with a laugh that he could keep them, no need to split the bounty with him. Jon merely joked along a idea coming to him that at the time seemed golden, He would surprise his daughter Kelly with them knowing she would probably go crazy over them.
And that she did- unknown to him Kelly knew what these ponies were right off from the start, They seemed to be similar ponies from a show called My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, which by his daughter's words were " In" right now. His older son Trevor thought they were creepy, weirded out that anyone in their right mind would not have created something like these with such detail.
Kelly beamed wishing to keep the doll's for herself, saying she had never seen ponies like these from the show, going as far to say they could be special rare ponies yet to be introduced onto the show.
Kelly being a fan of the show loved them, giggling and talking about how she allways wanted MLP toys of her own, and that he had made her dream come true. Jon felt great he could make his little angel happy, but then strange things began to happen.
Kelly who had always been a good child started to show out, breaking dishes during the night and writing scribbles across the wall in blood red ink. Jon did not know what to do it, seemed as the days rolled on she began to get worse, the other night she had ripped up her mothers family photo and cracked the window to his truck.
He knew she had gone too far, yet whenever Sarah or He asked her why she was doing this the reply was always the same, It was not her doing but the ponies she had no idea why but they kep't causeing trouble and blaming it on her.
No matter what the punishment or how sternly they spoke to Kelly, the story did not change in any shape or form. The ponies were causing all the trouble around the house, and Jon knew it had to be him to break her delusion.
On the fourth day since he found those horrible toys, Jon packed each into the crate once more and moved them to his shop. Kelly sobbed and pleaded that they told her they hated the crate, that if they were ever put back somepony would pay.
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Jon snapped back into reality as night had fallen around him, alone he stood in his backyard eyes locked upon the shed in silence, random thoughts running through his head. He knew he should just go inside but something told him in his head to check out the crate, he had to make sure the ponies were still there.
Taking long strides to his shop he extended a strong hand to the door handle twisting it, an eerie creaking noise filled the air around him while he walked into the dark space, using his right hand to flick the small light switch on the wall.
The bulb overhead flashing on weakly showering all in a dim light, Jon stepped over to the crate, palms sweating at what he would find before kneeling down and opening the lid.
Sarah's horrified scream filled the air suddenly as Jon fell back in shock heart racing, all four ponies within the crate were gone the sound of one pair of small hoof steps around him running out the door caused his heart to skip.
Jon quickly stood up to his feet dashing out the shop, running towards the backdoor of his house to check on his family never noticing the axe beside the tree stump was now gone. Gasping aloud Jon skid into the kitchen area looking for his wife, the lights around him suddenly going off as the whole house went dark.
" Bum-De-Dum-Dum-Dum!...." The eerie deep voice of something rang out across the home, sending a chill down the young mans backside.
" Sarah!, Kelly!,Trevor!! " Jon yelled out into the abyss the sound of hoofsteps running up the stairs catching his attention.
Quickly dashing ahead out of the kitchen and into the the living room Jon came to a gruesome sight, sitting in the darkness on the sofa was his wife her blue eyes gazing down lifeless and cold.
His work-axe had been plunged into the backside of her head, cracking through the skull with ease and slicing deeply into her brain. Blood slowly trickled down her forehead and onto the floor, the haunting thudding sound of her blood pooling on the wooden floor below caused Jon's chest to tighten.
" Sarah! No...." Jon winced in pain as tears rolled down his cheeks, the sight of his dear wife before him almost too much to take in.
Sinister giggling echoed from upstairs as Jon spun around eyes locked on the ceiling above him, Rushing up the stairs swiftly he set his mind on one thing to protect his children. Reaching the top step he gazed down the right hallway hoping to hear some kind of sound, before turning to his head to the left.
" SKERRRECCCAH!!! " The booming scream of a creature echoed around him.
Something lunged through the air with the speed of a fox into him knocking him down to the floor, hoofsteps quickly dashing back down the stairway as Jon gasped for breath unable to catch it. His eyes gazing to the corner of the hallway seeing his son Trevor laying on the ground still, half his face was ripped clean off by what seemed to be a vicious bite.
Jon clutched his fist in anger at the site of his son dead before him, Trevor's eye hanging from its socket swaying side to side in the silence filling the house. Jon climbed to his feet the world around him spining faster and faster, stumbling with each step he walked to the end of the hallway.
Inside Kelly's room he could hear a small childs voice gasping for air, gurgleing and moaning as if in never ending pain and sorrow. It couldn't be his daughter Jon thought the voice was too dark and raspy, turning the knob the door slowly crept open.
His daughter was nowhere to be found in the dark room before him, instead on the small bed his daughter once had pleasant dreams upon was a large pool of blood. A few strands of auburn colored hair strewn about on the pillow, pieces of her nightgown torn spread on the floor below.
Jon held a hand to chest in pain unable to take anymore as he fell down to his side, body crashing loudly into his daughters bedside table, a small music box tipping over to the floor with a thud the song "Les Toreadors" playing wickedly around him.
The door to the room slowly pushed completely open, a cold chill entering the space around Jon as he struggled to catch his breath the world around him fading away.
The last sight he took in before everything went black, were glowing pairs of eyes from the doorway.
The eyes of pure evil.
They'll play again... (First night. Difficulty- 0)
Author's Notes:
Rainbow Dash Here!!
This Chapter was written by BewhoUr!
I wrote the Prologue before this, just in case you couldn't tell.
I want to thank BewhoUr sooo much for teaming up with me to write this fic, Its fun being able to team up with a friend and make something.
"Brr..."
The sound of a heavily paneled wood door clicking closed rang in the ears of the places only inhabitant. To many others, the sound may have been discomforting, the old creaky, rusty hinges groaning and the wood shifting with a slight pop. But to her, it was the most comfort she had found in days. Perhaps weeks? Did she dare to think months? Nah.
Lalani wasn't one to think of the worst possibilities, of the longest times cold and alone, or of the rough patches. She much preferred to shine a brighter light on everything that she could. Such as... She may have been alone for weeks (It was probably months, but Lalani refused to believe this) but at least she had found this place, right? It may not have been pretty- an old, tattered looking log cabin out in the last remainder of what used to be lush and plentiful woods, but it was amazing.
The frost had set in that morning. Lalani had woken up from her rough slumber to find the concrete of the bench cold to the touch. Glazed over with a thin layer of snow. If it weren't for her blanket, a tattered patchwork found brought to her by the wind, she probably would have gotten a cold or at the very least frostbite. She did often wonder what it was that kept her warm. She knew that the blanket played its part, but she returned every night to rest on a park bench. Maybe she just "Ran hot." That was what her mother had always told her. At least...
She cautiously pulled herself to a sitting position, feeling her arm partially numbed from sleeping on her side. She proceeded to yawn, puffing a warm breath into the chilly air and rubbing an eye before blowing some of the whispy black hair out of her face and adjusting herself to a full standing position, her goal clear set in her mind.
She draped her thick, multicolored quilt over a shoulder and began to walk away from the bench, her bright golden eyes focused on one spot- the woods.
The previous night, she had heard rumored talk of the old house in the woods. When the teenagers came to the park, late at night and drunk as hell would allow, they would ramble about the haunted cabin. She didn't care anything about these alleged "Demons." She had just hoped the rumors were true.
She now found that they indeed were, for after one incorrect trail and a stop at the nearby Mc donalds to hear some gossip or catch a snippet of unwanted food, she had reached that cabin. It was real!
Lovingly, she breathed in the scent of the wood. It smelled divine, that classic scent of old cut spruce, pine, and maple. Her dancing eyes surveyed the room with a bold sweep, taking in the dining area which still had the homely look of a family spot. The living room was perfectly simple, perfectly wonderful. She smiled broadly, her eyes widening in hope.
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"What was that?"
Apon her venture into the upstairs, she had found a picturesk bedroom, which she had praised and then fell to bed early on its warm, soft embrace that only a comfy mattress knows the feeling of. But at what seemed to be midnight, from her timing standards, she had heard a plunk. Followed by another. It almost sounded like someone was coming up the stairs. Her eyes widened for a moment, believing for the briefest of seconds that those teenagers may have been right. But she attempted to shake it off as the clunking continued. It was probably just the wind! Yeah! That was it! She still locked her eyes on the doorway, her breathing heavy.
She never expected to see this.
A small pony, about 3 foot tall, stood there, her gaze warm and smile kind. Lalani's eyes widened as she practically sprung from the bed, her feet touching the rug and sprinting across it to the pony, which only looked up at her 4 6' frame with a cute squeak. Lalani didn't dare to breath, for fear that the pony might disappear. But as she reached out a trembling hand to touch it, it remained there.
The pony herself was gorgeous. Her purple fur was soft to the touch, her hair light pink in the way that reminded you of cotton candy bouncing in a delicate updo with her tail in the same variation. Her eyes were red, but kind. A bowtie of the same red variation adorned her neck. Lalani thought she was the cutest.
"Hi little girl!" Lalani spoke in a quivering voice, her heart almost stopping as the pony reached out to nuzzle her hand.
"Hello!"
Did the pony just talk? Her eyes bounced wide, barely believing what she saw. The pony giggled gently.
"I'm Boneigh! My friends and I are so happy to have another human to play with!" Lalani could barely process this.
"You- you-" Boneigh shushed her by placing a small hoof to her mouth.
"People think its pretty crazy. Dolls, and pony dolls at that moving and talking? Most have a hard time grasping it. But all we want is companionship, really!" Lalani's eyes jumped at Boneigh's statement.
"I-" She cut off, suddenly remembering the teenagers musings on how the house was indeed haunted. "They were right..." She gave the hoarse whisper under her breath. Boneigh tilted her head to the side, smiling.
"Come on! Do you want to meet your new friends or not?" Boneigh asked warmly, to which the other side of the conversation could only muster a nod. Boneigh looked pleased, and clapped a forehoof to the wooden ground. "Come out guys! She wants to be friends!" The sounds of more hoofbeats escalating the stairs rang through the house, and Lalani stared as two more "Dolls" emerged.
One was a brown color, the distinct shape of his muzzle signifying that he was indeed a stallion. The black hair that made up his mane fell to one side, as did his tail, though his mane was partially hidden by a black top hat. His bright blue eyes seemed to beam right at Lalani, and three black freckles dotted either side of his face. His companion appeared to be a girl, as her posture was fairly delicate and her muzzle was the female shape. Her fur was a creamy yellow, her hair a slightly darker shade of this same color. Her mane was fairly messy, as was her tail, and her eyes looked slightly downcast as if she were shy. One of her more defining features though was the bib that hung from her neck, with the inscription, "Lets eat!"
Lalani could only stare at these new claimed friends, and wonder at the marvel of this haunting. Three new friends in a desolate place? And these teenagers had thought it was haunted by demons. That idea seemed silly now. She was interrupted from her train of thoughts by Boneigh's voice.
"The brown one is Freddy Fanzneigh, and the yellow one is Chica!" Boneigh looked back to the stairs and glared. "Come on Foxy! Shes nice!" A speedy orange blur struck up the stairs, resuming its standing position next to Boneigh. His red fur was thick, his orange mane just as frazzled, or possibly more than Chica's. He ducked his head, refusing to make eye contact. Boneigh sighed. "And this is Foxy. He's... shy, to say the least." Lalani couldn't move her mouth to make words, the shock of the situation setting in fully. Boneigh smiled sympathetically. "You must be tired. Go to bed. We'll play tomorrow."