Hello there; this is my first story! It will go pretty slow at first, so give it some time, okay?
I purposely left out the description of the character because I want it to be up to the reader what she looks like. You can pick the name too.
It's weird, I know. I think I make it work. Thanks c:
Disclaimer: I wish I owned the brilliant mind that thought of Five Nights at Freddy's, alas, I do not.
Oh my God… please don't…
The only sound I heard was the fan droning on and on. Of course, I had heard them laugh earlier; probably mocking me. I couldn't run. I could try, but I knew I shouldn't. They were out there… roaming the halls. I had one stop at the end of the west hall around 2:00; the bunny one. It didn't come any closer than that, but it was enough.
THEY'RE LEFT IN…
His words repeated in my head, though there was no tone or certain pitch to it.
A KIND OF FREE-ROAMING MODE…
I didn't believe him.
…AT NIGHT.
Why? Why didn't I continue through the paper? I could have avoided this… this… predicament. They were coming and I knew this. I knew, but I didn't call for help. And now the phone was out. I didn't even have a weapon. Help was completely unreachable. And who would ever believe that the animatronics of Freddy Fazbear's pizza were trying to stuff me in a suit? I wouldn't have, but now I would believe anything.
Hah… he…he…
I cringed in my seat. A bead of sweat dripped from my forehead onto my security tablet on my lap. If not for the animatronics outside my office, I would have been freezing. Even now I felt a chill. The fan continued cycling. I would have turned it off, if I wasn't petrified in my seat.
The cameras went out.
I gasped and stood up quickly, almost falling down when I realized my feet were asleep. I automatically, falling out of my stupor, (no pun intended) went for the red button on my door.
It would be closed. I would be safe.
No. The power.
I forgot about the power.
I pulled my hand away from the button slowly. I wanted to press it; to be safe. I sat back down, letting my hands reach once again for the tablet. I calmed myself, breathing in and out.
In...
I tapped the west hall cam.
Out…
Nothing was there. The light flickered. Next, I tapped on the west hall corner cam; the one next to me.
In…
THE RABBIT.
Out…
I stood up steadily and pushed the button.
In…
It didn't shut.
I pressed it again. Nothing happened.
W-Why…?
…
… 5:40 AM.
SCREEEEEEEEEEE
A scream was heard. Two actually; Bonnie's and mine. It had snuck in behind me and before I knew what was happening, I was staring straight into black-ringed eyes. "OH MY GOD, NO…!"
I fell off of my chair. I stumbled and tried to stand up. The door was right there. I could run. I could make it. It grabbed my arm and twisted causing me to cry out in pain. My feet skidded across the recently-waxed floor in a futile attempt to run. I stumbled headfirst into the front of the desk. I couldn't regain my focus before my other arm was pinned behind me. I had a blistering headache; I could hear my heart pounding in my throat. I again tried to make a blind run, but the rabbit held me back with inhuman strength.
Dum dee dum dum dum…
That was what set me off. I was so sick of hearing these electronics jeer at me. I let myself be pulled back. I didn't think it would work, but it did; it loosened its grip on my arms. Without wasting a time I pulled one arm away and punched at it blindly. I felt my first connect a couple times before I was seized once more and dragged into the hallway. I kicked and screamed, but it just wouldn't let go.
"S-SHUT UP!" I shrieked. I was then slung over its shoulder. Strangely, I didn't feel any metal underneath me. In fact, it seemed as if the animatronic was made out of something softer. I struggled, of course, and continued letting out a string of curses. I couldn't see where it was taking me and I tried to pay attention to my surroundings. It was no good for a while; my tears were blinding me. Then I recognized a certain room; The stage. And what was behind the stage? Backstage; where all of the costumes are kept.
My stomach lurched as the realization dawned on me: I was going to die. I was going to be stuffed in a suit full of electrical wiring and most likely suffocate to death.
I hope I'm electrocuted to death. It'll be quicker than suffocating. Or maybe they'll knock me out first because I'll struggle. Is there a possibility that I'll bleed to death instead?
I kicked more and more as I saw that door draw near. I had never been afraid of the dark, but now I had a reason to be. What lay inside of those extra suits? Security guards just like me? Children? Once more, I was enraged; children murdered and stuffed in a suit.
I fell forwards as the robot dropped me onto the floor in the backroom. Though it still kept a firm grip on my arm, I came face to face with my reflection on the floor. Dear God, I look awful. My face had new as well as crusted blood dripping down my face. It covered the area around my eyes and my hair was damp from sweat. My arm felt sore from being twisted and I was pretty sure that there was a gash on my leg from when I was dragged into the hall against the door frame. Before I go, I'll deal as much pain to it in one minute as it has done to me in the last five. Of course, I wasn't thinking of the consequences, but I was angry as hell. My fight or flight reflex had been triggered long ago. Without thinking, I jabbed my arm backwards into its body. I heard something; kind of like a… gasp? I didn't care. I bit an arm which came to restrain me again.
"For God's sake, take her!"
Huh…?
