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Lovely. I've went insane with fear.
"What? Having trouble?" A female voice jeered.
"Shut up! Come on! Help me out! Get the damn suit, Chica!"
Chica? The other animatronic?
Luckily, the female voice decided not to assist the other boyish voice as I broke free from the animatronic rabbit. I tumbled into the wall, my shoes squeaking on the checkered floor, as I bolted for the door. As I sped out the door, I caught sight of the grotesque heads on the cement tables.
They were all looking at me.
However, the one thing that my eye had not caught was a figure at the door with red fur… and a hook.
It grabbed my arm, forcing me back into the room. I noticed that it wasn't as strong as the rabbit, but it was still in possession of inhuman power… and me. When I attempted to escape again, it lodged its hook into my arm, leaving a huge gash.
"Ye would be wise not to struggle, lassie." It chuckled with an accent close to my ear. I became still. I mean, what else was I supposed to do? I was petrified and had a hook in my arm.
As it shifted me so that I wasn't facing towards its chest, I recalled its name; Foxy. Its arms restrained me from even the slightest of movements. I almost laughed, (yep, going insane; remember?) but I stopped myself when I spotted what stood in front of me.
Next to the edges of the tables stood not animatronics, but a group of teenagers.
"W-What?" I whispered shakily.
Leaning on the edge of a table to the right was a girl about my age. She had messy, blonde hair that fell to about her neck length. It stood up in places and gave her a rather 'punk' look. She wore a yellow sundress that went to her knees, and her slippers were white and shiny. It made the tears on her dress stick out; I had not noticed them before. Her eyes were of a deep purple and I found myself drawn into them against my will. She wore an amused expression that her eyes also betrayed. Around her neck was a white bib. "Let's eat!" was written on it.
Away from her, on the other side, stood a tall boy with neat, prim, black hair. It was cut short and curled quite a bit in his bangs. He wore a purple and white tuxedo jacket and regular white pants that were a little more torn up than the dress that the girl wore. On his chest was a red bowtie. Overall, he looked proper and boyish. His face was one of annoyance as he stared the blonde-haired girl down. He grasped his arm and, looking closer, I saw little beads of blood fall onto the floor. Strangely, it appeared that he was wearing a pair of fake purple bunny ears.
Looking down, I realized that I was being held by another boy, as his arm was that of a human. However, his hook was still there, and I saw no hand on that arm. His face was incredibly close to mine. I caught sight of his long, red hair fall onto my shoulder. I felt his breath on my neck, and it made me feel incredibly uncomfortable.
"You guys had so much trouble… with this little thing?"
A figure stepped out of the darkness between the two teenagers. It was another boy slightly shorter than the boy with bunny ears. His brown hair somewhat covered his left eye and I noticed that he smirked as he approached. On him, he wore a black and brown vest as well as bowtie similar to that which bunny-man wore. The only difference was that it fell lower in the back. On his head was a top hat and in his hands, a walking stick.
"Nah, I didn't. Bonnie, on the other hand, was a wimp."
"Excuse me?" Bunny-man retaliated, "I was the one who caught her in the first place. You just hung out in the kitchen for an hour!"
The girl in the sundress just smirked and rolled her eyes, which made the boy even more upset.
"Listen here, Chica…"
The one holding me was the one to speak next, "Both of ye let her escape; I caught her-
"Enough, Foxy. Have you picked out a suit?" He spoke in a bored tone. That was the brown-haired one.
The sundress-girl responded sweetly, "He picked last time. We figured that you would like to pick, Freddy." She clearly wanted to please him.
Wait… Freddy? Bonnie? Chica and Foxy? Who are these people; insane cosplayers?
"W-Who are you kids?" I finally found my voice, though it was weak and trembling. I lifted my head so that I was staring straight into the eyes of the one dubbed, 'Freddy.' I wish I hadn't.
He turned to face me. I couldn't look away. His eyes were… not right. They were a bright blue, almost so bright that they seemed to be glowing. However beautiful that they may have been, they radiated a certain evil energy; something not entirely human. He grinned a smile full of malice as he made eye contact. 'Bonnie' appeared to be confused by my words and Chica's smile faltered. I could not see 'Foxy's' expression, but I figured that it was near the same.
Freddy seemed confused as well, but hid it underneath a suffocating smile as we stared. Surprisingly, what he said next was not addressed to me, but to his little gang. "Do you think she's kidding? I suppose she's just stupid. Oh well, aren't they all?"
This caused Chica to burst out laughing and Bonnie's face twisted up in a sincere smile. It only made me angry. "Don't ignore me. I'm not kidding, and who do you think you're calling stupid? More importantly, what the hell are you doing sneaking into a pizzeria at 5 in the morning? Do you even realize the charges that I can press against you?! You've only made it worse by kidnapping me!" I paused to let out a sarcastic laugh edged with fear, "And here I thought that the animatronics could actually move on their own! Has it been you kids the entire time? Have you been kidnapping the past security guards? Or perhaps this is all a prank? Well, it's gone on for long enough. Why don't you idiot cosplayers get out of the pizzeria and make a run for it before the cops come after you? My shift ends at 6:00 and people will come looking for me!" I stopped and gasped for breath, the sweat pouring off of my forehead.
Silence met the end of my rant.
The animatronic-imposters looked stupefied, especially Chica and Bonnie. Bonnie's mouth was partly open and he glanced at Freddy as if looking for reassurance to something. Chica's smile was now completely gone. It was replaced with a look of frustration and sincere amazement.
Freddy, on the other hand, had not changed his expression. He took a few steps toward me, his walking cane making a tapping noise with each. Now he was directly in my face. "You… understand us?"