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.