Vincent froze up in horror at the realization that the little girl was suddenly under the desk with him. Out of instinct, he darted out from under the table…and ran. It was all he knew how to do anymore. Yes, he had his old trusty knife, the same knife that got him into the mess, but the children were no longer effected by it. How do you harm several powerful and vengeful spirits? Sure, they harmed him all the time both mentally and physically, but no matter how many times he swipes his knife at them it does no damage. They bleed, yes, but it doesn't harm them or cause them any pain and if it does then they're too clouded with hatred to feel it.
There was the sound of laughter behind him, a light giggling. She saw this as a game… Her little game. What was originally a game of hide and seek was now a game of tag. He couldn't run forever and trying would be pointless. It was only three in the morning. He couldn't get caught now, not when he could last just a little longer. The sound of his loud and heavy footsteps racing down the hall was probably alerting his position to the other spirits but he didn't care. If he could only get to somewhere else to hide he-
SMACK!
Vincent fell back onto the hard tile floor, staring up at a large brown animatronic bear. What was more unnerving however, was the little boy's spirit that sat on top of it, staring down at him with a maniacal smile. "Hey guys!" He called out. "I found our friend!"
The brunette boy spat out the word 'friend' with heavy sarcasm. There was hatred beneath the boy's eyes though his voice was seemingly cheerful. Immediately, Vincent scrambled back in an attempt to get back on his feet but before he could get very far, a brown chain lashed out, pinning him to the ground. He panicked and frantically tried to free himself but it was no use.
The little boy dismounted his animatronic, sauntering up to him with a taunting smile. "What's the rush? I thought you liked spending time with us?"
Vincent didn't answer and continued to fight until he began to get too tired to move. Every time he tried, the chains would wrap tighter and tighter until finally he just gave up trying. The little boy, Fredrick, couldn't suppress the laugh that found it's way up his throat. To him, this was a truly pitiful and pathetic sight… He loved it. The irony was completely and utterly hilarious. To anyone these actions would seem a little dark for a child to commit but when he thinks of how much this man hurt them, it was more than accepted. Now he could feel what they felt. Pain… Humiliation… Fear…
They had three hours till dawn when they would be forced to shut down. Three hours they can laugh. Three hours he can scream. Three hours they can play.
Oh yes… this would be fun.
Author's Note: Hey, hoped you enjoyed the chapter. The reason this one was so short is because it's setting the story into motion and the next one is much longer. If you liked this chapter, or even if you didn't, please comment! :3 Comments make me happy, even if they're critical.