Since You've Been Gone 20 Years Later Chapter 2, a five nights at freddy´s fanfic

Sunset Neon—Tonight

When they try to pull you under
And they're out to steal your thunder
Gotta make 'em recognize
You're a phoenix and it's time to rise

Tonight, dancin' at the edge of the fire
Tonight, livin' like a bird on a wire
Oh, tonight, takin' a chance and you're givin' it all that you got
Tonight, you'll make it 'cause I know that you're a fighter

Don't give up and don't surrender
You're the ultimate contender
Now you fight to stay alive
And you'll kick it into overdrive

Tonight

Chapter 2: Tonight Part 1

Authors Note: So, I was in a hurry to upload my first page and forgot the Authors Note heh, sorry. Yes, I know Nyla is not a character in the FNAF series, but she may soon be a part of the mechanical family… but who am I to insist that mwahaha. Just kidding or am I… Oh and one other thing you're probably wondering why the heck are there lyrics on every chapter!? Welp the lyrics set the chapters mood! So pay attention to that! Anyways, like the book series the story is taking place around the same time era, 1980's. That's why Nyla's technology seems dated, PDA, Walkman etc. Speaking of the PDA the F.R.E.N. stands for Frequency, Relayed, External, Networks. Basically, mobile dialup internet back then. Anyways, back to the story Ennard is still flashbacking (that's a fun word to use), and the voice lines: Mechanic and Unknown Voice are changing to Nyla and Rick because you already know who they are. Just wanted to give a heads up to yall. Enjoy! :)

Ennard is still on stage, not breaking character, after a long day's work of entertaining children and is waiting for Nyla to return. He enjoyed spending time with her last night and waited up for her to spend more quality time with her again tonight. Ennard listened closely as he heard the Front door to the establishment open with a squeal and then slam shut. He didn't flinch at the sound of the boom from the Front door slamming, at least he couldn't. No breaking character. He thought. Though it was a startling, uneasy feeling, hearing a loud bang break the silence of the restaurant. As he waited and listened, he could've sworn he heard someone walk toward him and stop. Observing…? He questioned. As Ennard thought, faint sounds of footsteps could be heard fading away. Must've been Rick. Ennard pondered. To Rick, Ennard appeared deactivated on the outside just by observing the way he leaned forward, and how his eyes appeared shut. Internally though, Ennard is fully functional and aware; he's only pretending to be deactivated to fool him. However, as Rick fully left the room, a slight sense of concern washed over Ennard. I hope Nyla gets here soon… No, actually she should have been here by now… Ennard thought feeling worried. Little does he know she's actually on her way… While Ennard was on his stage a phone could be heard down the hall, ringing. A man, obviously Rick, answered it.

Rick: "Hello?"

Nyla: "Hey Rick its Nyla I'm-." Rick cut her off sounding slightly agitated on the phone.

Rick: "Where the hell are you? You know you're supposed to be here on sight rotating and prioritizing the robots shipping crates and deciding which one of these things get to go on stage the following day before I even arrive on scene!"

Nyla: Nyla bit her lip and then answered Rick sounding angry by his comment. "I understand that Rick, and don't sit there and reprimand me for something I didn't do. *sounding sarcastic* I didn't forecast the damn weather tonight to be cloudy with a chance of thunderstorms along with heavy hydro blasting drivers blowing passed me driving like mad men out of Mad Max! *Nyla was almost yelling into the car phone. A few moments of silence passed, and she returned to her natural voice, though there was still some slight tension that could be heard and felt* I should be there in about 5 to 7 minutes Rick."

Rick: He let out a disgusted sigh. "10-4, The back door's unlocked. However, when you get your ass here make sure you lock it back up behind you. I already did my job once tonight. I don't want to have to do it again for your sake."

Nyla: Wow… reprimand me for not doing my job but can't even do his own... Nyla still sounded irritated on the phone with Rick. Instead of verballing arguing with him, she channeled her irritation and grew a devious smile which she used to tease him. "Alright fine, oh and another thing, would you like a foot rub to go along with your request? Or how about a back massage because you're working so… hard."

Rick was about to rebuttal her comment, but she cut him off.

Nyla: *chuckles* "Yeah… don't answer that."

Rick: He dryly sighed. "Just hurry up and get here and get your damn job done."

As Rick finished talking with Nyla, he hung up the phone abruptly without saying goodbye. The phone didn't sound like it hit the receiver on Ricks side completely. Just as Nyla was about to hang up the car phone, she could have sworn she heard him call her something… Something she had not heard in years, a grease monkey. She couldn't help but look at the phone and then slam it on its own receiver.

Nyla: Someday, someone is going to put you in your place asshole. She thought.

As Nyla drove to the pizzeria, she could not help but recall memories, some good and bad about her past experiences being a mechanic. She clinched the steering wheel tears beginning to form in her eyes; her past resurfacing about to flow freely through her mind, like the rain flowing down in small streams on her windshield. She remembered being called Grease Monkey countless times at other establishments, it started off as a compliment but then transformed into a curse—a derogatory term in her definition. Many times, Nyla received gratitude for her hard work repairing and assembling animatronics, but also received much grief from the employees since she was a female mechanic. Female mechanics were uncommon especially in Nyla's time, it was more of a man's field of work. However, the establishments that needed a mechanic appreciated the skills she possessed. She would show up early on the job sight while the other male mechanics wouldn't show up at all or even late; she was persistent. She would always have her tools on her, or in her bag, while the other mechanics had to run back and forth to their vehicle, hauling in tools one at a time. She would out do any and every mechanic she had met by skill and preparation. But there was always a price to be paid, and that was constantly being tormented; the constant brutality of being beaten down—mentally abused by other employees. You should smile more, it would make you look prettier. Ever thought of wearing makeup that would make yourself look less depressing? Oh, wait that's just your career showing its wear and tear on your face. Grease Monkey was the tipping point for Nyla. One night, she was having to stay overtime for safety and inspection, her manager was out sick and entrusted her with the keys to the building. She had a hard day's work put in, along with over time and the safety inspector threw her over the edge. When he arrived on scene, he was expecting to meet the manager of the establishment not Nyla, so he was rude and quite abrupt. Consequently, he pushed the wrong girl that night. He walked in and observed the building, taking note of its supports, beams, food quality and other miscellaneous items. Then he went to observe the animatronic she assembled. She specifically recalled him testing the animatronics movements, this was when things went south. The animatronic began to make a shear metallic grinding sound that seemed to echo throughout the pizzeria. A brief moment later, one of the arms on the animatronic fell to the white and black checkerboard tiled floor with a loud metallic thud that resonated throughout the room. Of course, she had no problem fixing it, she thought accidents happen, and perhaps she missed a step in the schematic. But things went dark when he turned around in a condescending tone, "Isn't this your forte grease monkey? You should know better how these things are supposed to be put together. I was informed by your employer that you're the best mechanic in this industry, obviously not. How disappointing and deceitful" and threw the arm at her. It slowly skidded to a halt as it reached her feet with the sound of metal and plastic scrapping the tile floor. That was the last straw for Nyla. Her grip tightened around her wrench and she decided she had had enough. She snapped and threatened him as her wrench flew from her fingers at the inspector, "Animatronics are easy to put back together bub once they've been disassembled, humans don't have that sort of luxury ya know, so don't tempt me and I won't act on my desires. Now I suggest if you don't want to end up like him, you'll get your sorry ass out of my pizzeria before I change my damn mind". Her eyes burned with blistering fury as she unleashed her emotions that she kept bottled up towards the man. He didn't look back nor did he say a word; he bolted for the nearest exit as she walked over to the stage to retrieve her wrench. She wasn't going to put up with anyone else walking on her, not anymore. As she watched the inspector scram, she thought to herself, Technically speaking, the inspector finished early, no point in me staying considering I'm not licensed to be a nightguard, nor am I a nightguard. Eh what the hell might as well clock out early. Nyla picked up her tools, walked out of the establishment and placed them in the trunk of her car. Then she returned to the establishments doors to lock them up tight before leaving. When she returned to her home, she didn't waste any time typing her resignation for her manager on her Osborne 1 (1980's laptop). Lord knows she was going get an earful from her manager the following morning, but she didn't care, enough was enough… The memory passed away like lightening in the sky and so did her tears. No more and never again…

Ennard heard the whole conversation from down the hall using his mind. He tapped into the phone lines remotely using a tracer, virtually undetectable minus the subtle tapping—gurgle sound of the tracer doing its job in the background. He watched as the sine waves moved, their voices bouncing up and down during their conversation, playing through his shut eyes… Ennard was satisfied that she was only running a few minutes late, but Ricks tone sent up a red flag tonight when Nyla spoke with him. His sixth sense analyzed his thoughts of what it could potentially be. He was feeling, uneasy. Binary flooded his CPU with possible outcomes and results. No mal intentions, all results were negative, normal. Ennard didn't trust Rick, even with his own analysis, he knew something was not quite right with him. He couldn't quite put his finger on it… He then turned his sensors toward Nyla during their conversation. Ennard sensed a bit of sadness masked by agitation in Nyla's voice after Rick told her to hurry. That was something he had never expected to hear, especially in her voice because she seemed so high spirited.

*10:23 P.M.*

Nyla finally pulled up to the Pizzeria and slowly opened the front door quietly. The door closed behind her with a subtle click; her fingers griped the handle as she locked the now shut door behind her. She slowly crept down the hall brushing her fingers against the nearest wall hoping not to bump into any party tables, or other miscellaneous party favors. After walking a few feet into the restaurant, she made a sharp right and then took a left turn. Down the hall she could see Ricks light on in his office. What a perfect opportunity to get revenge for name calling and hanging up on her earlier. Obviously, she knew he wasn't checking the cameras, otherwise he would have seen her walk through the front door and down the hall.

Nyla: Oh, revenge is so… so sweet. She thought.

She slowly crept up to his door without making a sound, creepily wrapping her fingers one by one around the threshold like a monster trying to escape a child's dark closet. He still didn't notice her luckily, and she decided to peek her head partially in his office. He was too busy with his feet propped up on the desk, reading his Newspaper. If he were to look in her direction, he would've only seen her hand and eye illuminated by the light. She continued to stare at him for a few seconds with a sinister smile growing larger by the second before letting out a jolting scream. His newspaper could be seen flying through the air followed by a man embracing his inner female shriek. Rick gave Nyla a death glare as he attempted to grab his chest to slow his rushing heart rate.

Rick: He yelled in her direction as she turned and walked down the hallway "Gah, Damnit Nyla! Grow up! Jesus Christ…"

Nyla: She let out a slight chuckle as she walked down the hall advising Rick. "Lesson number one: check the cameras because you'll never know if someone or something breaks in. Lesson number two: never let your guard down when you're working with me and or around me. Lesson number three… *she paused* get your dirty, mud covered shoes off the desk.

Rick continued to listen until her voice completely faded away and went back to reading his newspaper. Though he felt the urge to radio her on her walkie talkie, just to get his final word in the argument.

Rick: "I hate you… I hope you know that. Also, we got another robot today, the boss said it's in the back waiting for you. So, quit laughing at me and get on it."

She radioed back to him sounding slightly agitated, though feeling quite content and justified with her action.

Nyla: Revenge is sweet. "I know you hate me but that's why you need to do your job, I'm doing mine after all. I'll swing by and grab the AN-I-MA-TRON-IC, box when I get myself situated."

Rick's Walkie Talkie clicked as a confirmation, but no response came through. Nyla ignored it and kept walking down the hall towards Ennard's gallery. As she exited the long hallway and entered the open dinning area, she paused to look at his stage. Ennard was leaning forward, hunched over appearing deactivated. But they both new very well he was only pretending… She walked towards the parts and service room with her keys in hand, about to unlock the door when she whispered to him playfully.

Nyla: Hey… Ennard… I'm here. You want to have some fun!? I brought some goodies for both of us.

As soon as Ennard heard Nyla's voice, he perked up by opening one of his silver-blue metallic colored eyes almost squinting, looking in her direction. Then his other eye opened almost like asking for reassurance, to make sure it was safe to do so. She didn't seem to notice him looking at her, considering she was trying to unlock the door to the parts and service room. Ennard slowly straightened up, stretching and rolling his mechanical neck round and round loosening the tense mechanical wires that lay beneath.

Ennard: "On my way." He whispered back as he slowly descended the stage with a bounce in his step, and a bright smile plastered on his faceplate.

Nyla opened the door and placed her tool bag in the middle of floor while Ennard followed in behind her. He walked around her and plopped himself in front of her bag like an anxious kid waiting to see what kind of goodies she brought. Nyla couldn't restrain her smile as she knelt down in front of her bag and began rummaging through it pulling out her belongings.

Nyla: "Alright, I brought a box of popcorn *putting it beside her bag*, and I also brought my Walkman *putting it down in front of Ennard*. That way we can have something to snack on and something to entertain both of us." She said zipping up her bag.

Ennard kept admiring the portable radio and picked it up off of the floor.

Ennard: "Why do they call it a Walkman?"

Nyla: *picking up the popcorn box, standing back up struggling to open the box* "I… ehh… don't know myself. I argh… think it may have to do with… *turning red, going cross eyed and getting angry with the box* geez what did the manufactures do? Put glue on this thing? *stops trying to open the box so she could explain what she thought*". Ennard looked at her and couldn't help chuckling at her struggles. "Ehh… Anyways, I think it has to do with the actual creator's last name, Walkman. Or my other theory, is that out of the blue someone conveniently mashed the two words together, Walk and Man. Kinda like Turtle-Dove and Chicken-Hawk… But anyway, ta-dah the Walkman was born."

Ennard: "Funny, perhaps I can assist you my fair lady with the square shaped object, defined as the box?" Sounding quite classy.

Nyla: "Pfft… Knock yourself out."

Ennard traded her the portable radio for the box of popcorn. Ennard simply observed the box, flipping it over and over searching for an opening. Without further ado he found small incisions or slits in the side of the box that appeared to be creased and bent. Obviously, where she was struggling to break into. Like a letter opener, he used his mechanical fingers to puncture and flip the boxes lid open. He felt that he had triumphed; he won the battle between him and the box and handed the box back to Nyla. Unfortunately, she did not concede defeat well and left him hanging, box still in hand. She couldn't help but sigh.

Nyla: Nyla looked down at him in surprise. "I loosened the top for ya." Then she folded her arms and rolled her eyes like a child having a tantrum.

Ennard gave Nyla a teasing smile feeling proud of himself.

Ennard: "Uh huh sure." Ennard couldn't help but to playfully tease and smile at her.

Nyla couldn't help it either. She jokingly returned the smile and bent over to teasingly swat his hat off to the side of his face.

Nyla: "Well, since your mister muscles why don't you go pop the popcorn hmm?" Sounding jokingly sarcastic.

Ennard: "I think I will." Getting up and fixing his hat.

Ennard stood up tall and popped out his mechanical chest plate, all proud of himself. He began to walk passed Nyla, who out of his peripheral vision, could be seen rolling her eyes at him with his ridiculous posture. As he twisted the door knob and slowly cracked the door open, she suddenly rushed to the door after him. She quickly but silently slammed the door shut, preventing him to leave. He couldn't help but look at her with a confused expression on his face plate. He could tell something was up as she looked up at him. She had this frenzied, worried look in her eyes like she had forgotten to tell him something.

Nyla: Her voice dropped to an almost inaudible whisper which gave away some concern. "Wait… wait…wait… that reminds me, Rick may be watching the monitors. Ever since I gave him a bit of a jolt earlier, he may be watching. Listen emm… try to be discreet, don't make yourself known by walking in the camera's coverage zones ok? You'll see the light on the floor, that's where Rick will be looking. Try to stay in the shadows, in the blind spots. There's no night vision on the cameras luckily, at least not yet, that's getting installed soon though. Also, as soon as you walk out of here go straight until you reach the first hallway where I walked out of earlier, take a right and head straight again. The kitchen will be on your left."

Ennard: He whispered back teasing her. "Aww thanks for looking out for little ole' me. Alright so straight, right, straight, left, watch out for cameras, don't get caught got it…"

Ennard and Nyla: They say in unison "and watch out for Rick."

Ennard: "Alright, seems easy enough. I'll be back in a few." He smiled at her before turning to walk out.

When his back was turned a devious smile crept across her face. Not even half way out the door Ennard felt a light pressure—almost like someone was pushing on his lower back plate. Nyla, He thought menacingly. Turns out he was right. Nyla shoved him in the back with her foot playfully as he walked out the parts and service room.

Nyla: "Hurry back ya pain!" She whispered playfully to him.

As the door began to shut, Ennard took one last glimpse behind him and smiled, though he did not move away from the door. He only stood there without moving a mechanical muscle. When he heard the click of the door knob lock into place, he took a step back to rest his back and head up against the now shut door embracing… everything he was feeling.

Ennard: So, this is what friendship is like. Heh I could get used to this. He thought with a blissful smile on his face and began his journey to the kitchen.

Ennard: Like a thief in the night, Ennard silent stepped and peeked around every corner. So far so good… almost there.

Every twist, turn, and corner Ennard checked for camera's and their infrared light, shining on the floor.

Ennard: Nothing, which means… Rick isn't doing his job. He thought looking up at one of the cameras.

However, half way to his destination he realized he doesn't know how to make popcorn. He looked back at the parts and service room with a worried expression and noticed that Nyla was leaving the room; the door was wide open.

Ennard: Great… Should I try and find her and ask her how to make the popcorn? Or… No, don't bug her she's working and worse goes to worse if Rick catches me, or me with her…

He thought about his situation with much concern, then he turned back around to admire the packaging in his mechanical hand. He stared at the packaging for a moment then turned his eyes up to the lettering near the ceiling, KITCHEN. His eyes closed, his grip tightened, his chest extended as he inhaled a deep breath. He slowly let out the oxygen intake and opened his eyes making a serious, confident expression.

Ennard: "Hmph… No… I can do this. After all, how hard can this actually be… right?"

He clinched his white fists even tighter and walked into the kitchen like a brave soul walking into the battlefield. Once inside he looked around the place searching for a place to sit the box down. On his right was a camera, luckily, for him it was malfunctioning. He didn't even notice it until he looked up. A sudden tingle of fear ran down his metallic spine and he froze. The fear didn't last long though when realized the camera was disabled; there were small bright sparks that appeared to be coming out of the device. Ennard sighed with relief as he realized he had not been detected. He walked in a little further and spotted a stainless-steel table with a microwave on it. He looked down at the cardboard box in his hands and noticed the same shape and design was imprinted on the packaging. Perhaps the device he discovered could be of some use.

As for Nyla, she left the parts and service room to fetch the new animatronic that got shipped to the pizzeria earlier during the day time. She didn't notice Ennard standing in the room earlier because he blended in well with the shadows. Perhaps a little too well though… She walked down the hall, the same hallway she had exited earlier after frightening Rick, playing Corey Hart: "I wear my sun glasses at night" on her Walkman. She couldn't help but sing along as she made her way to the shipment room. Beautifully but yet so hauntingly her vocals resonated off the walls as she walked down the hallway.

Nyla: She arrived at the shipment room and opened the door still singing. "I wear my sunglasses at night, so I can so I can watch you weave then breathe your story lines and I wear my sunglasses at night, so I can, so I can keep track of the vis-" Her Walkie Talkie sounded cutting her off. It was Rick without a doubt, but for some reason he sounded concerned, which was unlike him. He never took his Night watching abilities seriously.

Rick: "Ugh… Nyla… What are you doing and is tha-?" Nyla was irritated she had to pause her music just to answer him back.

Nyla: "What does it look like I'm doin'?" Sounding a bit snide.

Rick threw his Newspaper down on the desk and quickly scrolled through the cameras searching for Nyla.

Rick: There you are.

Nyla stared into the camera above her with her head tilted and her arms folded across her chest looking quite annoyed with her coworker. Her Walkie Talkie chimed again with Rick returning with a snide reply.

Rick: "Mhmm… I see your staring into the camera when you should be working… Just another childish tactic like earlier to make my skin crawl, it aint working Nyla, at least not this time… The only reason I contacted you was because I kept hearing music and voices coming from down the halls… I couldn't tell if that was you or not. But at least now you can't report to our employer that I'm not doing my job because… you're not even doing your own…"

Nyla clinched her fists and gave him a deep scowl through the camera purposely, wishing she could reach in and strangle Rick, or better yet give him the number one finger salute.

Nyla: Now you decide to do your job. Instead she flicked the Walkie Talkie's talk button on, still staring into the camera, sounding like she could care less. "Yeah, I can see you just decided to start your nightly duties at, shew… Midnight… Obviously, I interrupted your reading session by playing my music a little too loud, otherwise you wouldn't have rung my bell… Listen I got a lot of work that I need to get done tonight bub. I brought my Walkman so I could have something to keep me going through the night while I work on this new animatronic… Don't be hypocritical and belittle me because you also did the same damn thing… you brought something to read. *gritting her teeth* So if you don't mind, I would like to get back to my nightly duties if that's alright with you?"

Rick didn't even bother to listen to half of Nyla's response. He propped his feet back up on the desk oblivious to the world around him, reading his nightly Newspaper.

Rick: The flicking sound of his Newspaper could be heard over the devices channel. "Yeah yeah yeah whatever… carry on. Do whatever it is you do…" She just rolled her eyes at the camera and turned back around, unpausing her music. Nyla knew he wasn't doing his job.

Nyla: "May I captain Gestapo…? Don't switch the blade on the guy in shades oh no don't masquerade with the guy in shades oh no I can't believe it! Cause you got it bad with the guy in shades oh no! *reaching for one out of three boxes off the shelf not realizing how heavy it was and breathing out like a deflated balloon* Argh…mmmph… Heavy, heavy, heavy, *straining to put the box down on the floor*."

The first box must have been at least 60 pounds, a little more than what Nyla could usually carry. When she strained to put the box down and stood back up, slowly everything began to turn black. She began to see stars and had to take a moment to rest on the box. She held her head in her hands and stared at the floor thinking, how was she going to get the boxes back to the parts and service room?

Nyla: If Ennard was here he would show me up again. She chuckled softly at the thought. But right now… I actually could use the extra help.

Nyla looked up from her hands and peered down the hallway.

Nyla: I guess it's a straight shot to the parts and service room… Mmm… Might as well just stack the boxes on the floor and scoot them down the hall to the room.

Nyla made up her mind and got up from sitting on the box. She dusted her hands off and returned to the shelf. One by one, she picked up the rest of the boxes and placed them in front of each other on the floor. Once she finished aligning the boxes largest from to smallest, she shimmied as far behind the largest box and pushed off the wall with her feet. She had to use her whole body to move the box at an angle, that way it would be easier to push on the frictionless floor. Every step she took resulted in less torque and less strain on her. However, it was quite comical because as she pushed, her voice got louder, more off key, every other word received more emphasis pushing against the heavy boxes. So much for having a haunting voice while working…

Nyla: *Breathing in heavily, gritting her teeth with small beads of sweat forming on her forehead* "While she's de-cei-ving… me…It cuts… my security *huffing and puffing* She got con-trol of me… "Almost there". I turn to her and say… Don't switch the blade… *breathing out* on the guy… in… shades oh no… Don't masquerade with the guy in shades oh no… I can't believe it! Ahh geez…"

Nyla finally made it to the parts and service room with about 290 pounds of animatronic parts. She didn't bother to open the door. Instead she went to the east wall and slowly slide down and kicked her legs out in front of her, sitting on the cold tile. The cold feeling of the tile was most pleasant on her hands, considering all the blood rushed to them shoving the boxes down the long hallway.

Nyla: Thank God that's over with... at least for now… She thought.

After about 2 minutes of rest she stood back up and pushed the boxes inside the dark room.

After three failed burnt popcorn attempts Ennard finally understood how to use the microwave. There was a rapid chiming that sounded like metallic bells; the timer for the microwave sounded off and startled him. He rapidly pressed the button on the microwave trying to mute the sound. Once the ringing stopped Ennard leaned back with a painful, worried expression and peeked his head out to see if Rick had heard him.

Ennard: Uh oh… He held his breath and listened for footsteps, the pivoting of cameras, something… anything that seemed abnormal. Luckily for him nothing happened, he was fine to continue.

He resumed what he was doing and opened the miniature door to the microwave. He grabbed the bag of popcorn, then silently shut the door as quietly as possible. The warmth from the bag transferred to his mechanical hands, warming them. Steam rose from the small opening in the bag. As he breathed in the sweet, sweet scent of popcorn, his plastic chest plate rose and fell softly. The aroma of the bag of popcorn tripped Ennards built in artificial olfactory sensors; sending wonderful signals to his processor and databanks, storing the new aroma in his memory. Ennard opened the bag almost putting his whole face into it.

Ennard: "Ah that smells… so… good." Maybe I'll snack on a few on the way?

Ennard left the kitchen and walked down the hall to the parts and service room. On his way, he picked up a small piece of popcorn and observed its fluffy whitish yellow flesh with the remains still clinging to its outer shell, and plopped it into his mechanical mouth. He stopped walking for a moment to take in the flavor and pierced his lower faceplate together pondering what he had just taken in.

Ennard: His plastic eyebrows rose in surprise and he muttered to himself, looking down into the warm bag, still steaming hot. "Not bad… I'll only have a couple more."

Ennard resumed his stride to the parts and service room scarfing down a handful of popcorn. As he retraced his steps to the room still on the lookout for cameras, he could hear a rhythmic sound rising to a crescendo when he got closer to the room. After Ennard passed the first and second hallway and turned left, the rhythmic sound was louder. He stopped and stood still in front of the door for a moment and listened. It was coming from behind the door. Ennard stood, not moving, at the door for another moment listening to the sounds coming from behind the door. He could just barely make out what sounded like a faint female's vocals being over powered by a mans vocals. He popped another piece of popcorn into his mouth, gained his confidence, reached for the knob to open the door skeptical of what he would be walking into. What he found seemed to have surprised him. His eyes widened, his plastic eyebrows rose, his jaw dropped slightly and out came the piece of popcorn that was in his mouth earlier onto the red and black tiled floor. He just stood there dumbstruck, staring.

Epic cliff hanger! This is part 1 of chapter 2. Chapter 3 will be part 2 of Chapter 2! Hope that makes sense! Enjoy. Still working on Part 2 will have it done soon! Hang in there!