Here it is! The sequel to Corrupted. Enjoy!
P.S. If you haven't read the first one, please read that first, thanks!
The man sat on his bed in the cell.
It was a drab cell, nothing much to note. It contained the bare essentials for survival but that was it. There were no decorations adorning the walls, no letters from loved ones.
He'd been in there for many years, usually a person would've been broken by then, but something kept him going. The guards wondered what it was, considering how dark his past was, it was probably best they didn't know. It could be some sick, twisted mindset or just some perverse entertainment knowing that the families he had affected had suffered with their losses.
Being the murderer of five children it was given that no-one in the prison talked to him, even the other inmates. A dark shroud hung over the man, those who had been sentenced for even worse crimes spoke of how evil seemed to emanate from him. Hence, everyone, even the guards, kept far away from him and only approached when absolutely necessary, even then with guarded apprehension.
The guard on-duty walked past his cell. He looked into the darkness inside to see the shadow of the man sitting on his bed. He wondered why the man was still awake this late at night. He checked his watch, it was 2 in the morning.
He shrugged, maybe the man was so evil that sleep avoided him as well. He moved on.
The man inside, meanwhile, was counting in his head. The guard's patrol was anything if not predictable. He'd appeared outside at exactly 2am.
When he reached ten, there was a thud from outside the cell. The guard's head appeared on the floor at the very corner of the door. His eyes stared lifelessly at the ceiling, capturing the last split-second of horror he had seen before death took him.
Unbeknownst to the sleeping inmates in the other cells, a garbled radio-like sound had started up. At this the man smiled, although no-one else, even someone right up close, wouldn't have seen it in the darkness.
The sound intensified as its source crept closer.
The first anyone else knew of an escape was the sudden loud crashing of a cell door being ripped from its hinges. The door was flung clear of the cell and clattered against the ground with a resounding clang.
Almost instantly, alarms began ringing. Inmates jumped up from their sleep and guards hastily strapped weapons to their sides.
The man walked out of his room. He was met by a dislocated pair of glowing white pupils.
"Hello there my dear, it's been a while," he said to the shadow, raising a hand and placing it on the shadow's head.
The shadow released a low hum at the touch.
"We must get out of here, master," it said.
"Alright, get me out," he commanded.
By the time the guards reached the cell, he was gone, vanished into the shadows.
Robert, the murderer of five children, had escaped prison. And only he knew what he was going to do now.
The place was dark.
The lights in the office flickered as the power crept nearer to 0%.
The radio I'd placed on the desk sputtered as it lost frequency, I'd have to replace the battery in it soon.
I flashed the light on the right side, one was looking through the window, staring into my soul with those dark eyes.
I yelped and slammed the door shut, just in time. It had almost gotten in.
I checked the monitor, switching to Pirate Cove. The one there was standing outside the cove, about to charge.
I gulped.
I looked to the right door again, that one had left.
Sighing in relief, I opened the door.
I heard a deep laugh. God that was freaking me out.
I was getting very nervous now, the power was at 6%. My watch said I had about half an hour to go.
This was going to be close.
If one of them didn't get me first that is.
I brought the monitor back up, switching through several cameras.
Looking at the East Hall 2 camera, I could see two white pupils looking at the camera, the thing they belonged to was shrouded in the darkness.
Switching to the kitchen audio camera, I could hear the clash of pots and pans. One was in there.
I flashed through a few other cameras before coming to rest on the Backstage camera.
I almost jumped out of my seat.
The one in there was directly in front of the camera, staring straight into it with its black eyes and white pupils.
Switching back to Pirate Cove, the one there had left.
I almost began to hyperventilate.
It was then that I heard it running.
I scrambled to drop the monitor and reach the button.
I wasn't quick enough.
A big, red, robot fox jumped into the room, screaming an almost ear-splitting screech.
I covered my ears with my hands to drown out the sound as much as I could.
I fell to the ground, "Dammit Foxy! That's too loud," I cried.
The fox's eyes immediately showed concern, "Sorry lad, ye alright?"
I sighed, picking myself up off the floor, "Don't worry about it, just next time, don't overdo it ok?"
He brought his hook to his forehead, "Aye."
"So, what do you want then?" I asked him. We'd been playing our customary game. The four of them, Foxy, Freddy, Bonnie and Chica, would compete to see who could catch me first. If they caught me, I'd have to buy them something, anything, from the outside world. Since they didn't get out much, they were curious as to what human society possessed. If I managed to hold out until 6am, they'd have to do something I asked of them. Of the times I'd won, the more interesting things I'd asked of them were a back rub, Foxy dressing up in a dress and Bonnie having to act as a female for the day. Needless to say the latter two were hilarious, while the first one I think I won't ever do again, I swear I'll have back problems later on.
This time Foxy had caught me and I dreaded what he was going to ask for, usually the things he did ask for were either really hard to obtain, or cost a lot of money.
Foxy pondered for a minute, "Could ye get me a mock beard? One of those pirate-y ones I've seen on dat electric box."
"dat electric box" was the TV we'd had installed. As for his request, I felt a wave of relief. One of those weren't hard to find, or expensive to buy.
Hearing Foxy's screech, the others realised the game was over. By now they had gathered outside the office.
"So what are you getting Foxy?" Freddy asked.
"I be gettin' one of them mock beards," Foxy replied.
Freddy rolled his eyes. Foxy usually did ask for something pirate-related. The others tended to ask for the odd bits and bobs, sometimes expensive bits and bobs.
I noticed Bonnie's eyes were still black. I notified him of it.
"Oops, sorry," He muttered.
No matter how many times we played the game, that still creeped me out when they did that.
Just then the radio decided to find its frequency again and a static-filled news report resounded in the room.
"[static]We are at [static] where there has just been a prison-break. While the prison has not yet stated who has escaped and how they escaped, it is believed that the escapee is [static]"
The radio went out of frequency again.
"Stupid radio," I muttered.
The place went dark as the power finally ran out.
"Damn, those batteries should be replaced too," I said to what had become a seemingly empty room. Although I couldn't see if the others were still here or not.
"Guys? Hello? Come on, don't do this to me."
I sat in the dark silence.
I knew what was coming but it still made me fall out of my chair.
The four of them jumped at me, screaming their high-pitched shriek.
"This doesn't count you know?" I gasped as I eventually recovered.
Sorry for the longer wait. I had anticipated releasing this within a week of finishing the last story, but I decided on spending a longer time writing this one, planning how it's going to unfold. The story will still evolve as I write it doubtlessly but I have a sense of direction for this one which was lacking from the last one.
I just wanted to clear up that the first extra chapter in the last story did NOT actually happen, that was just a fun little thing I wanted to write for one of my readers, Chica and the nightguard are not actually going out.
As for the "pizza recharges the animatronics' power" I'm not sure how well that will tie in with this story, so I'll keep you all posted on that one. Their conversation (or lack of) they had about the "previous animatronics" did happen though.
Any predictions or ideas for how the story should unravel? I'm very much interested in what you all think so feel free to leave a review with your prediction or message me with an idea!
KryptoManiiaC out!