"Holy hell...," Tony softly muttered, "I thought this would be fun. I didn't think we would be fighting for our lives..."
"That's something you have to expect from accepting this," Shane added, "Still, I didn't think it would be this hard to fight some animatronics...," Shane proceeded to think back at how easily and quickly Freddy dodged his bullets, "Freddy moved so fast. It'll be impossible to face him head on unless its distracted..."
"How many bullets do you have left?"
"8. I don't have anymore in reserve either..."
"Hey, look at the rooms," Lincoln called out, "They have these storage boxes..."
Shane and Tony walked over to one of the rooms and they indeed had ammo crates of some sort, "They're like ammo crates," Shane walked up to one of them and opened it to reveal nothing inside, "There's nothing. Maybe it's like some sort of storage container..."
"I think this place is a safe room," Tony added, "Like maybe this is a place we can rest or take refuge in case Freddy finds us."
"I think that's the case...," Tony took one moment to look at Shane continued doing so causing Shane to grow cautious, "What?"
"You aren't a normal teen dude. How you fought back there shows you're more than just a regular high school student. What do you really do?"
"Come on Tony, he probably has some sort of self-defense experience. Don't try to pester too much into his personal life."
"No. How he fought shows he has more than just self-defense experience. No normal person can take a beating like that and still fight that well. No matter how much adrenaline they have pumping through themselves. What do you really do Shane?" Shane didn't face them as he turned to the phone that sat on the table and refused to answer, "Are you hiding something from us?"
"Tony, leave him be. You don't have to accuse him of anything."
Shane was about to say something, but he phone in the room they were in started ringing. Like before, the answer machine instantly picked it up, "Hello? Hello? Well, if you're hearing this, that means all of you made it to the first safe area. This area allows you to take a breather, fill back up on water, and place any unwanted items in the item cache in the each of the rooms. Each cache you come across share the same inventory, so you don't have to worry about backtracking to a previous cache in order to pick an item you actually need."
"So we can place whatever we want in here without filling our bag," Shane stated as he stared at the cache.
"The first area was easy and was only there to give you a taste of what's to come. I'm sure you met our friend Freddy Fazbear. He's quite the force to be reckoned with huh? He'll hunt the three of you down in order to prevent all of you from completing your objectives. Be careful. He's fast, durable, and can fight back if you attempt to. Don't try to face him head on. Try and work together to take him down. As for Chica, she's a lot more docile and would rather hide from all of you. Don't worry about her. Foxy is still a little late to respond, so don't worry about. For now, just rest while I print your next set of objectives."
Everyone looked around waiting to hear a loud printer. However, they didn't hear anything, "Where's the...?" Before Tony could finish his question, Edward started talking again.
"As for the printer itself, you'll have to find the printer in the second area. It'll be in a random room where you'll have to find it in order to obtain your objectives."
"Oh my god," Lincoln rubbed his head frantically and punched the wall, "He's crazy!"
"Oh, and by the way. Freddy is still out there. He'll be roaming the halls aimlessly and restlessly in order to find all of you. Be on the lookout as he won't stop until all of you are dead. Good luck out there everyone. Be safe and I hope you all win."
"This man can't expect to finish our objectives with that maniac robot on the loose out there!" Lincoln frantically stated, "That thing will kill us before we even get a chance to do anything!"
"Don't mind Freddy. If he's roaming the halls, he'll have to find us in order to do anything. All we have to do is stay out of his line of sight and if he's near, remain quiet," Shane ordered, "I don't know what to do if he catches us. All I have to say is run, stay out of his sight, and hide."
"Wait a minute, you didn't answer my question Shane. You need to tell me what you really do? Are you really a high schooler? Are you working Edward in this whole shithole?"
"No. Look, I'm not authorized to tell you anything. My only job is getting us out of here alive. If what he said is true, we'll need to find that printer immediately. I don't want to be stuck here any longer," Shane walked out the room and looked at the set of stairs.
"I don't trust him Lincoln. What do we do if he turns on us?"
"Why would he do that? You saw how he nearly got himself killed protecting us. I think he just has some sort of combat experience. Maybe he's from a military family. That should benefit us a lot."
"Hm...," Tony crossed his arms and glared at the door Shane walked out of.
Moments later, the group was now walking up the stairs and saw a door separating them from safety and danger, "From here on out, we need to look out for each other. We can use our S-Navs, but since we didn't pick anything up from the first area, we have to use all of our equipment sparingly."
"Since we're technically on the 2nd floor, we should do a sweep with the S-Nav to see if Freddy is near here," Tony offered.
"Yeah, who wants to do the first sweep?" Shane asked.
"I'll do it," Lincoln offered as he took his S-Nav out. He messed around with it and the screen did a complete sweep around the floor. The floor was much larger than the first area and Freddy was nowhere near their entrance. In fact, he was on the other side of the floor, "Freddy isn't anywhere near us, so we should be fine to step out. Actually, I see Chica near the corner of the hall to the left."
"We don't have to worry about her. She's suppose to be docile. She shouldn't be bothering us," Tony added, "Since you have the gun Shane, you head on out first."
"Alright then," Shane took his handgun out and pressed it on his chest as he slowly opened the door. He peaked in and instantly saw Chica who ducked her head back around the corner, "If you want to help, then show yourself...," Shane softly stated, "It's clear...," He softly shouted back. The three of them stepped out slowly, but out of nowhere, Shane fell through that had opened underneath him.
"Shane!" Lincoln yelled, but was about to fall in too. However, Tony just barely managed to grab him and pull him back up before the hole covered itself again, "What the hell?"
Shane slowly rose up and found himself sitting in a strange liquid surrounded by a old, decrepit basement, "Is this the basement?" Shane took out his S-Nav and did a sweep. He indeed was in the basement, but there was only one entity near him, and it was moving fast. It was only known as "?" to him.
On his radio he heard, "Shane? Are you there?" It was Tony.
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Where are you right now?"
"I'm in the basement. I'm sure this was planned," Shane looked around for his gun and sighed, "Did I drop my gun up there?"
"Yeah, it's with us."
"Damn it," Shane rubbed the back of his head and sighed, "Well, I'll try and find a way up to you guys. The both of you just focus on finding our objectives. I have some unknown entity down here, so I'll just be on my guard until I find a way back."
"Alright, we'll get onto it. Watch your back."
Shane put his radio away as he looked around for anything to defend himself with. All he saw were rusty knives and pipes too shattered to use as a blunt object. He just had to rely on hand to hand combat once more, "Alright, let's see if our humanized chicken can help me out of this situation."
Shane slowly opened the door in front of him and stepped out. With very little lighting and no assistance from a firearm, he must rely on his secret agent training to get out of the mess he's in, "Agent Powers Log 3: I will keep this short," Shane performed multiple sweeps of the basement and saw that the unknown entity is no longer moving and is remaining dormant, "I have been separated from my companions, but it seems that an unexpected 4th companion has decided to assist us. I will make an update once I know for sure I'm safe," Shane put away his recorder and saw two hallways he could traverse.
"One to the left and one to the right," He did one final sweep and saw that the entity was on the left and a certain animatronic was on the left as well, "Haha, so we meet again. Alright, let's see if you actually make yourself known."
Shane traversed through the left hall and he turned on his flashlight to give him a little more vision assistance, "Even with that power on, there's little to no light. Shane noticed a door on his right and did a sweep with his S-Nav. The door just led to a small room, "Hm, could be something in there," Shane noticed that Chica was slowly getting closer to him and the unknown entity was now gone, "That leaves one..."
Shane walked over to the door and slowly opened it. Inside, he saw one of the soldiers from earlier dead on the ground with slash marks on his face and his chest cavity exposed, "Ha, looks like those soldiers aren't even safe...," Shane noticed the soldier's rifle besides him. Shane quickly picked it up and checked the mag, "Half in the mag, and one in the chamber. Standard issue HK-417. 16 inch barrel. It's a recon HK. No wonder you were killed. Shit," He placed the rifle on his back and checked what was left of the vest on the soldier, "2 extra mags. Got a handgun on you?"
He felt his hip and did find a standard Beretta M9. However, it wasn't loaded and the soldier didn't have anymore in reserve, "Well, I'll just be sticking to the rifle for now," Shane placed the handgun in his holster before standing up. He then heard some faint footsteps from behind. Shane quickly turned around and aimed the rifle at the door. There she was. Chica was standing at the door, "So you finally show yourself to me..."
"Please... I want to help..."
Shane stood up and kept his aim on Chica, but his finger was off the trigger, "Why are you just now attempting to help. I would've like to see you do something when my partners and I were nearly beaten to death by Freddy. Why do want to help now?"
"I couldn't bring myself to..."
"Answer a few of my questions, and maybe I won't be tempted to pull this trigger," Shane's finger slowly inched its way to the trigger, "Why isn't Freddy dead? I put a bullet in his head."
"Freddy is hard to kill. His injuries can be healed in their own. He's not unkillable, but he can be killed."
"So the most we can do is incapacitate him?" Chica nodded and Shane sighed, "What about you? Are you like Freddy? Can you miraculously heal yourself like he does?"
"No, I'm not like Freddy."
"Oh, so if I pull this trigger?" Shane's finger now rested on the trigger of the rifle with his aim right between Chica's eyes.
"I'll die. Look, I'm risking my life for you and your partners Shane. I want to help."
"Yeah, well I don't need your help. I never asked for it," Shane walked past Chica and walked off.
"I know a way out!" This stopped Shane in his tracks and turned to face Chica, "I can help you and your partners out of here. Please trust me Shane."
"And why should I? You know... I have hard time trusting people. My friends know that first hand," Shane turned around again and started to walk off, but he stopped himself to turn to her once again, "If you want my trust, then prove you're not just here to deceive me."
"I-I will!"
Shane nodded and waited for her to catch up to him. However, she stopped when she heard him load his gun, "However, if you even show an ounce of betraying me and my companions, I won't hesitate to put a bullet in that metal head of yours."
"R-Right..."
They were now working together as partners, "Remember, even if I don't necessarily trust you all the way, we work together. No matter what happens, we stick together."
"Don't worry, I might not be as skilled as you in fighting, but I can hold my own just fine. I ensure you that I will prove myself."
"Do what you must, just don't get in my way," Shane peaked around the corner and did one sweep from his S-Nav. Apart from Chica being behind him, that same unknown entity appeared again, "Who is that Chica..."
"I'm not sure. I've never been to the basement before. I only know the layout, not really what resides here..."
"That doesn't help our situation here," Shane looked around and saw a locker across the hall, "Chica, hide in there," Shane pointed over at the locker, "I'll try and get its attention to see what it is..."
"What? That's too dangerous. What if it's something too powerful to handle?"
"Well, I have the firepower to deal with it. If push comes to shove... well, I'll do more than just a harmless push...," He turned to Chica and ushered her to the locker. She hesitantly nodded and went to hide in the locker.
Shane peaked around the corner and did one more sweep and saw that it was a few yards in front of him. He nodded and whistled. He heard metallic footsteps followed by a quick rush of wind, "Huh?" Before he knew it, the entity was now behind him. He turned around and tried to fire, but the gun was knocked out of his hand as soon as he fired. This was followed by a fierce palm strike that sent him into the wall behind him.
Chica peaked out of her locker in worry and saw who the entity was, "Mangle...?"
