3.
Mike looks at his reflection in the mirror one last time before releasing a sigh.
Out of all the ridiculous things I had to do, this is the worse, he thinks to himself as he observes his blue button up shirt, black slacks and small badge on his chest. He also decides to wear a black cap with the American flag stitched onto it, a gift from his late brother before he left for the Second Gulf War. Mike hardly wore it since it was considered a security risk, but now that he's stateside it should be seen as normal and since he was formerly an Infantry soldier it's almost expected of war veterans to have some sort of flag on their possession to show their previous profession. A profession that Mike is proud of.
He finally puts on his shoulder strap and places his hand gun in its holster before draping his jacket over it. He makes sure it's well hidden before he heads out the door. His temporarily home is set up next to the edge of the woods, just like every other building in GreenGrove. He got in his car and drove to his destination.
It is almost midnight, the streets are empty and the town is asleep. He passes the small police station, a book store and a gas station. Make a stop at the one and only stoplight. The town is the only source of light as it reveals its eerie background, this looks like the fitting place for a werewolf to come charging out of the tree line. He pushes that last thought out of his mind as he continues driving, there's no time for him to be having his mind wondering like this, as strange as it may seem, this is still a mission and he needs to be mentally prepared for it. A few minutes later, he pulls up to his new job and briefly observes it.
The building isn't too big, but now with the moon high in the air, the wind blowing dramatically and with the low lit streetlights, it gives Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria a sinister appearance. Above him the characters on the billboard stares down at him with creepy smiles. He squints at the glass of the double doors and could see nothing, it was completely dark inside. This certainly looks like a perfect place to commit murder; it's a building right out of a slasher horror flick.
He pats the bulge on his shoulder reassuringly before releasing a held in breath before exiting the vehicle. He locks the door and readjusts his clothing before walking forward. He unlocks the entrance and slowly enters.
The waiting room is covered in shadows, giving a sense of unease to the place. Mike's heart beat picks up pace a little; this is the first time he is in a dark environment without night vision goggles. It takes all of his restraint not to yank out the pistol and brandish it around the area; there are more than enough places for a psychotic killer to be hiding. And this is just the front of the building alone.
Hesitantly, almost reluctantly, he locks the door again. The click seems to send echoes through the air and has a near forbidding feel for the place. He knew the building was going to be empty, but he was hoping on hearing something, even the squeak of a mouse would be reassuring.
With sheer delicacy, he walks towards the back of the pizzeria. He has perfected the art of being silent, but as he moves every step he takes seems to be loud and clumsy. This place certainly seems dead, talk about a walk in a graveyard.
He makes it into the party room and carefully looks around, one hand resting on the holster. The tables are still set up, party hats lined up in a straight line, chairs coordinately placed where they should be and the animatronics are standing as still as statues on top of the stage. He shivers lightly, the robots looks almost alive, and their shadowy silhouettes are unnerving, as if they are truly here and alive. In the dark he can partially make out the characters eyes, almost as if they are glowing.
He really wishes he can meet the guy who made these things and punch him. Who in their right mind would make robots like this.
He edges along the walls, as if he is the intruder here and not the guard. He passes the closed off section, but briefly pauses to peek inside. It was still empty, along with the stage, no sign of any mysterious missing heads.
He shakes that off; trying to convince himself that there is a reasonable explanation for that. Still, it leaves an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach. He shakes it off though as he continues down towards the security room.
The interior is musty if nothing else, he stays close to the wall as he moves, careful not to disturb anything.
Finally he reaches the small room and flicks on the main light. Everything is still in place since he left earlier; even the trash on the table was still there. But still…
He walks to the desk and feels underneath. Sure enough, his fingers come in contact with the cold steel of the large firearm. He then located the key for the drawers again and check inside, making sure the extra shells and grenade are still inside.
He breathes slowly, this is all he has; hopefully it will be enough. If he's lucky than the guy will surrender when he realizes he's no ordinary security guard. This psycho may have killed before, but Mike was trained for it.
Reassured with the presence of his small inventory, he glances up at the multiple screens. Time to see if his target is in the building.
He presses the small button on the computer tower and was surprised with the amount of sound it makes. It's like an old jalopy warming up; he swears the thing is making enough noise to rival that of a rocket taking off. A second later, the monitor powers on, no password or anything required. Mike quickly looks it over; there were generally two working icons, both of which have to do with the cameras. One is where he can view the recordings later, while the other one is directly link to the live feeds.
He clicks the camera and a moment later; all the smaller computers came to life as well. Its like the old television sets Mike used to watch when he was younger, on occasion there is static or snow obscuring the images, but other than that there is really nothing wrong. After fiddling around, he discovers he can transfer a camera feed from any of the smaller screens to the larger monitor.
He soon notices that the kitchen is blacked out, only the audio is operational, not a lucky break for him, but other than that, the rest of the security systems seems to be fine.
He went through each one, looking for any sign of intrusion while listening as well. However, after fifteen minutes, his eyeballs began to burn and his legs starts to quake. Realizing he can't stay standing like this all night long, he grabs the chair that was pushed to the side and sits down on it.
This may take a while, he thought to himself as he continues his search, right when the clock on the wall behind him struck midnight.
Mike has propped his legs up on the desk as he leans back in the chair, desperately fighting back a yawn.
He knows he should be on alert, but in all honesty he was bored. Normally there would be something to stare at, a road to watch in the Middle East, a car to track in Asia or even a name to find in a phone book. That has been his experienced throughout the years, but here he has nothing to do. He can't even check the cameras on a regular basis without wasting power; so far this lunatic hasn't made an appearance, but what maniac would pass up the opportunity to attack an unsuspecting victim in the dark?
He takes out his phone and gives the screen a glance. It was barely three AM, three more hours to go.
It has been fifteen minutes since he last used the cameras, leaving him with sixty percent of power, that should be enough for him to use and still has some energy left to spare for the remainder of the night. He powers on the old system again and the desktop came to life. He moves the mouse to each individual screen and checks in on everything.
The hallway is clear.
The manager's office is deserted.
The main theatre room is still set for a party.
The kitchen camera is still out of commission.
Backstage is empty.
The two animatronics are still on stage.
The front door is-
…
Wait a minute.
Mike scrolled back to the last feed and stares. There are only two robots on stage, the bear and the chicken. Where did the rabbit go?
Slowly he puts his feet down as he sits up straight as he continues to stare at the monitor. Did that thing wondered off? Is it possible? He has seen it move in the day, but not at night. His heart rate slowly picked up speed, a giant walking bunny roaming the halls suddenly sounds like some kind of messed up terror film, but still…
He reaches to his left and flick on the lights in the hall.
Empty.
He performs the same action for the one on the right.
Clear.
Alright, so it's not there, but still that doesn't mean-
He tenses when he hears a loud crash. It sounds like a bunch of utensils have just hit the floor. Feeling a little unnerved now, he takes out the gun and places it on the desk, no longer caring if someone walks in and sees it.
He got back on the computer and checks the kitchen; where else would pots and pans be kept.
He releases a curse when he remembers that the camera in there is down.
"Son of a-"
Movement!
On one of the tinier screens something had moved. He switched it over to the main terminal. Pirate Cove…the curtains are waving.
He breathes slowly and evenly. 'There's no need to panic, it's just the wind'.
That comforting thought was removed however as the curtains ever so slowly are pulled back. Something is happening, it's not the wind; something is moving the drapes but what? He carefully leans in closer to the display, trying to see a hand, or a piece of rope, something to show him what is moving.
His eyes are glued to the screen as he watches; there is motion within the cove. He sees it, a moving shadow, it's making its way towards the curtains with slow steady steps like a specter.
The color yellow flashes across another minor monitor and Mike twists to see it, but it's gone already. A flash of red streaks across the one he was looking at a moment ago, he turns, but the shadow within the cove was gone.
He has movement, no hiding it now; the killer is here. Or is it killers? There's no way a single guy could be moving through the place that fast.
He press his hand on the pistol, finger close to the trigger as he rapidly moves the mouse on the computer and tries to track the unknown bogies. What he sees next stops him. He is back on the stage camera now, but only the bear is there. Where did the freaking chicken go!?
What is going on? How is it that two of the animatronics are gone? And is it possible that the malfunctioning one, the one that can take a chomp out of a guy's cranium, is still here? On the loose? Is this all part of the psycho killer's plan? Is he some kind of tech wiz that has somehow programed the robots to run amuck? To unnerve him? He is ashamed to admit it, but it's working.
Before on all his previous operations he had open spaces to run to. An emergency exit, a failsafe plan or even back up. Here he has only a pistol, a shotgun and a grenade. He was sure this would scare any nutcase into surrendering. Now with multiple hostiles and him in a square room with limited room to fight in; it's practically open season with these guys.
Should he try and call the cops? Will they believe him? Will they get here in time? He has no other choice, it's obvious there's a threat here and that there's more than one. He pulls out his phone and starts dialing nine-one-one, desperately hoping this town has a SWAT team.
He is in the process of punching in the last number when he moved. Mike froze, he doesn't know why, he knows they are moving, no doubt they are the ones doing it, but seeing it happening right before his eyes was…unbelievable.
There he is; Freddie the Bear, his mouth opened wide, his top hat on and a mic in his hand. Now, ever so slowly, the head is moving, centimeter by centimeter, rotating around as his body stayed still. Mike could only watch on before the head comes to a stop and the bear just stares at Mike through the camera. Suddenly the eyes shot open, but instead of the normal blue orbs that Mike had seen earlier, there is nothing but darkness as it stares at the security guard. The mouth is pulled upwards into a sinister grin, rows of nubby teeth is revealed and despite everything Mike has gone through; terrorists, mafias and cartels, he was scared, he was absolutely terrified, by this mascot, by a robot that was supposed to bring joy to children. Now here it is, smiling at him with black eyes as if it is possess…could it be…
There is a loud bang down the corridor. Mike hits the lights and looks out the door, but there is nothing. He glances back at the monitor. The bear has disappeared.
There's no point in denying it, the animatronics are moving, and from what he has just seen; they know he's here.
A flash of brown in the main hall.
A bright red light flashing past the boss's office.
Brown sprinting by a corner by the restrooms.
Another loud clang coming from somewhere in the kitchen.
What is this!?
Mike feels as if he has stepped into a nightmare, but it's all too much, all too real. The thumping of his heart and the sweat starting to break out. This isn't good, he was all set to fight, now here he is feeling like this is going to be the Alamo part two.
Wait, his phone, where is it? He still needs to call for help.
He frantically looks down and sees that he has dropped it. He quickly bends over to pick it up when in the corner of his eye he saw it on the computer. Something purple is running down the hall, the maintenance hall, this hall on the left. It's running right at him!
Without another thought, he slams his palm on the red button. A moment later, the steel doors came down and lands with a thud.
He is breathing hard as he sits back up and hits the lights.
"There…but how…what…"words have finally failed him.
Standing right in front of the glass is the rabbit; Bonnie. The animatronic is huge, he wonders if it could have even fit through the door frame, but Mike isn't willing to retract the barriers to see. The purple face is staring right at him, big black eyes that look as if it's trying to gaze within his very soul. If he was ever told he would be attacked and nearly captured by a whopping six foot four bunny rabbit that is wearing a polka dotted bow tie, he would have laughed. Now here it is, literally waiting for him to make a wrong move. He has no idea what it wants, but the cold chill running down his spine is more than enough reason for him to not leave the door-
His eyes widen with realization.
He's forgotten, there were two entrances and he was facing away from the other door!
He spins his chair around just in time to see it enter. It's the chicken, Chica. It ducks to miss the top of the frame, but its eyes are upon him now, its hands are raised and in all honesty he can only see the bib 'Let's Eat!' and the teeth in the beak.
He was trained to never react, he was trained to act.
With that in mind he let his body take over as adrenaline fuels him. He grasps the Glock fully and raises it in front of him before firing.
The four cracks are loud as brass casings went flying into the air before they clatter onto the floor like church bells ringing. The chicken actually shrinks as the bullets hit. There is no blood, only sparks, but the animatronic falls to the floor and onto its rump. He was surprised to see it scurry out of there, arms reaching behind it as it yanks its body back while the legs kick out as it flees the office, all the while its mouth was open and a feminine voice continues to scream almost as if its, or rather she apparently, is the one in trouble. He watches until she disappeared around the corner, but her shrinks are still coming high and loud, almost making him want to cover his ears.
He winches though when he hears a new sound, but this one causes him to panic. The squeal of metal on metal. He looks back to the first door in time to see it starting to shake violently and began to go back up into the ceiling. He looks it over to see what's causing it when he sees the clear problem. There is something that looks like an iron hook, pressed down under the barrier and is pushing it up.
He hasn't seen any of the characters with a hook before, but then the realization hits him.
A malfunctioning bot he has never seen, residing within a place called Pirate Cove, and it has the famous hook stereotype of a buccaneer. He has no idea what this thing looks like and he doesn't want to know.
He lowers his pistol and points it at the floor in anticipation for the machine to come in, but at that moment he hears something thunder into the office with enough force to cause the floor to shake. He tries to turn, but he feels something slam into the side of his head.
His vision blurs as he collapses onto the floor. His brain is aching and fireworks are going off in front of his eyes as he struggles to stay awake. He hasn't felt this much pain since he was hit with an old iron pipe, is that what got him this time?
No, he looks up and his eyes widen. Standing right above him is Freddy the Bear, the light of the office shinning behind the robot's head, making it nearly impossible to see the face. However, the teeth are showing, but it doesn't look like a smile, more like a grimace, as if it's angry. The bear's arm shot out and wraps its claws around Mike's left ankle, making him gasp in pain as he feels four deep cuts being made.
The bear turns and starts dragging Mike with him, heading out the way it had come, but at that moment the guard's mind started working again. As well as his memory.
He flicks his head back just in time to make sure it's still there, the ace under his sleeve, or rather under the table.
With a grunt of desperation, he pulls himself back from the bear's metal grip, he slid back only a few centimeters, but that's all he needed. He stretches for the weapon before yanking it off of its restrains, causing the loosely secured wires to pop off as well as he sits up.
The bear has turn around at this point, and Mike is sure he sees the eyes widen as it came face to face with the wrong end of the guard's shotgun.
Mike takes off the safety and pulls the trigger.
The gun kicks Mike's shoulder as he feels it relieving itself of its deadly payload as it aims for the animatronic before it. However the straight path is interrupted at the last possible second, Mike is sure he feels the pellets leaving the barrel when a hook suddenly appears out of nowhere and clips itself to the body of the gun and points it upwards.
There is a resounding bang as the gun goes off and fragments of the roof drops from the release of the firepower. Mike is momentarily disorientated as he looks at the hook and sees what it's attached to.
In that mere second, he felt like screaming, but instead he sucked in a quick breath of air. The thing before him was an animatronic, but to say that it was jacked up would be an understatement. He took in its figure quickly, triangular ears on its head, red fur and a short nub where the tail should have been, in that instant if he had to guess, it looked like a fox. Its glowing yellow eyes was vicious and had a level of horror he could quite understand, but that wasn't all. It had a large hole where the chest is, allowing him to see all the inner gears and wiring as they moved and tense with each action the fox took. The visible joints are rusted, the fur looked like it had actually begun to decay and its jaw was flapping around as if it had been unhinged. That was the worst part though, the teeth in its mouth were dirty, it had brown and red crust littering its sharp fangs. This is it; this is the animatronic that bites, the one that had killed.
With it so close and his level of training, he did the first thing that came to mind. The hand that was holding the butt of the rifle, his right one, let go of the shotgun and flatten itself as it flew towards the robot's neck.
There is a deep clang and the bot's head bobbed a little, but there was no lasting effect, not for the Fox anyway.
Mike yelp as he feels his whole arm starting to throb as he bereted himself for forgetting the giant fuzzy animals are still mechanical on the inside.
There is a loud wham and Mike feels himself lifting off the ground and he flew backwards. His body crashes through the widow and he lands with heavy gasp as he falls back onto the floor, causing a layer of dust to go fly into the air.
He moans as he tries to figure out what had happened. One of the animatronics must have socked him in the head and it had enough force to throw him like a rag doll. Now his head really starts to hurt, it'll be just his luck he got a concussion from the blow he had got earlier, but now he wouldn't be surprised if his skull had cracked open. His body aches from having to go through a window and though the adrenaline was still flowing, he can still feel the blood slowly pumping out of his ankle. After a moment he notes that his back is starting to itches and feels strange, he groans as he wonders if that there are glass fragments embedded within the skin now.
This can't be happening, he has never endured such a beating since his last childhood brawls, but even then at least he was able to put up a fight, here he was getting hammered and from the looks of it, his attackers aren't even fazed.
He groans as he places his hands on either side of himself and pushes himself up. He blinks a little so that his eyes can adjust to the bad lighting, but when it does, he freezes.
Squatting no more than a foot away from Mike is the rabbit, Bonnie. However at the moment it looks far from being threatening. It's positioned right under the window it was watching him through earlier, only now its knees are pressed up to its chest, the ears were hanging low and it's eyes were shut tight while its hands are pressed against the side of its head as if it was trying to hide.
As soon as he took all this in though, it opens its eyes.
They stare at one another, but more than that, they are gazing into each other's eyes. He wasn't sure what it was he was expecting to see, but it wasn't this. The orbs that he sees are a bright brown and they look almost…kind.
They both flinch at the sound of shattering glass and patter of objects falling to the floor that are originating from the office. Mike glances in that direction and his eyes widen.
Freddy and Foxy has lifted up the desk and has spilled everything on it to the ground, computers and fans and all. He should have anticipated it, but he is caught off guard with what happened next; they threw it.
The metal desk flew through the broken window and towards the security guard. With pure adrenaline as his only source of energy, Mike rolls to his side as the desk slams against the wall, breaking the plaster to break and cracks to appear.
Mike is breathing hard after seeing the power the Animatronics possess; they can easily crush him without any trouble. The desk is practically implanted into the side of the building, it blocks him from Bonnie and the door, but the window is still open and Freddy is already advancing towards it.
He glances back at the desk and sees what could quite possible save him. The force of the impact has jarred the desk's inner making, which in turn had broken the drawer's lock and allows it to slid outwards. Said drawer is now partially open, allowing him to put his fingers inside.
He had lost his guns, but he had one weapon left.
He pulls out the grenade and without wasting any time, he pulls the pin, yank off the firing mechanism and hurls the tiny projectile at his workplace.
He trips over himself as he forces himself to stand while sprinting at the same time, trying to distance himself from the office. The explosion won't be that powerful, but it has enough kick to send shrapnel flying.
"Bomb!"
That caught him off guard while also causing him to freeze up. That sounded like a young girl screaming. He looks over his shoulder, who just-
He is blinded as the darkness and the shadows disappear in one split second as his world glows a bright orange. He turns away, but he can still see the light and feels his skin being peppered by multiple fragments as he falls flat on the floor again.
This is proving too much for him; shrapnel, hand grenades, bullets, walking killing machines; he should have packed a bazooka if he knew this going to happen. However, now his mind is alive with anxiety, he heard someone, a woman or maybe even a girl speak. But where are they? Where did they come from?
Slowly, he eases himself back up and looked back at the smoking wreckage behind him. It looks like the tiny security station had collapsed inward on itself like a stack of cards. There is hardly anything left, a small spark flickers every so often while a mist hangs over the area. The wooden area has been blackened and chipped, leaving it looking considerably weaken. However despite its gloomy look, Mike took hope; no sign of the animatronics.
He couldn't help but chuckle lightly to himself as he eventually sits up and stands while leaning against the wall. Out of all the things he has done, this is, without a doubt, the most ridiculous thing he has ever done. Fighting off robotic monsters from a children's pizzeria. At the moment he doesn't care he had probably destroyed about thousands of dollars' worth of robots, let alone property damage, but all that he knows for a fact is that he is alive and healthy.
With a still goofy grin on his blacken and scraped face, he turns and slowly starts to take his leave. He is halfway down the maintenance corridor when he hears a mighty thud. He looks over his shoulder and his eyes bulge.
Slowly pushing their way up through the destroyed office are four large bulky shadows, rising from the ashes like zombies from the night of the living freaking dead.
"You're kidding me," Mike growls before he turns and takes off as fast as he could.
Normally he would have easily hustled it from the security station to the door in a heartbeat, but his left foot isn't working, is it from Freddy grabbing it? Did it cut more than skin or was his bone broken? He has no time to investigate as he books it down the hall. He is breathing heavily and he feels light headed, but he is backstage now. He trips and slips across disregarded parts and props as he hits the curtain and tears his way through it.
He is in the main theatre where the animatronics are supposed to be, and from where he is standing he can see the door. It stands with the sky visible along with the stars, shinning like a beacon of hope.
There is a rhythmic pounding coming up on Mike's rear, he knows one of them is upon him. He jumps to the floor and lands on his hurting foot hard, causing him to release a steady stream of profanity. With painstaking slowness, he limps forward, but he is too late.
He hears the pounding on the stage before it went quite. He dared himself to look back just in time to see something large and yellow land half a foot in front of him.
He jumps back with shout of pain due to his battered body as he takes in his next opponent. It's the chicken with the 'Let's Eat' bib, only now it looks more evil than before, and the bullet holes in its chest and head didn't help either.
The animatronic raises its hands and moves towards Mike, but he isn't ready to go down, not death by chicken anyway. He grabs the closest thing he could find, which happens to be a chair, and swings. It shatters into different pieces upon contact and sends the bot stumbling into a table, causing it to break in half and send the previously set party decorations into the air.
The booming noise returns and Mike turns to see Freddy the bear coming right at him from the stage as well. Looking around frantically, Mike bent down and pick up two of the smashed chair's legs, one in each hand and holds them at the ready like they were swords.
The bear pays this no heed as it charges at the security guard. Mike waits for it to come closer before he steps to the side like a bull fighter. Freddy turns to correct its movement, but in that time, the guard takes a swing and slams the piece of wood against the bear's skull, sending splinters into the air. The bear is stun, giving Mike time to shove against it. With a lot of effort and a single grunt, the bear trips over a fallen chair and lands on its bottom. It looks up right as Mike hits it again with the other leg, causing the bear's eyes to roll a little in their socket.
With the bear and chicken done, at least a while, Mike tries again to reach the door. This time he puts a little hop into his step and he skips to the entrance way, doing his best to keep momentum and keeping weight off his injured limb, all the while thinking, almost there, almost there.
His eyes are glued to the doors as he lumbers towards it, he could just feel the nice cool evening air gracing his burning body, but he is snatched away from it; literally. All the air are pressed out of his lungs and he feels himself leaving the ground again as something hairy tackles him from the side and they spiral through the air. They ran into a rope barrier and went through another set of drapes before making contact with the surface again.
Mike struggles to get to his feet as he looks around. They are in Pirate Cove, him and whoever has attacked him now. He isn't too surprised when he sees that it's the damaged fox from earlier, the one who actually has the looks of a killer on its broken down face.
Its eyes glows brightly and its jaw clanks together, causing Mike to shiver, out of all the robots from earlier, this one is more lively and a lot more dangerous. He is tired, beaten and may very well be suffering from internal bleeding at this point, but he readies himself for another bout as he rolls his shoulder and holds his hands in front of him. The bot has sharpen claws on its hand, feet, a hook where its left hand should have been and fangs in its flopping mouth, he needs to avoid those areas as much as possible.
The fox in turn seems to be sizing him up as well, as if it's trying to decide how to best approach before it finally makes a whirling sound from within, maybe its own version of a growl before it leaps forward.
Mike curses himself again; he was preparing himself to fight a man when this thing is more beast than man like he anticipated. It slams into his frame again and they crash onto the floor.
He gasps at the amount of agony that is coursing through his body as his opponent looks down upon him. It has a gleam in its eyes as if it sees it has victory and lowers its head towards him.
At this point, all that the guard can see for sure is the teeth and the lowering jaw. Panic ceases him and he uses that for one last burst of energy as he lashes out. With an open palm, he slams it against the chin and causes the head to go up, yet at the same time…it didn't.
His mouth drops open at what he sees, there's something, a shadowy silhouette of a lower mouth and what looks like…actual fur covering it?
The sight is too bizarre and unexpecting for him. He has no idea how long he stares until he hears a familiar thundering sound and he looks up.
Standing over him and the fox is Bonnie, who holds a baseball bat in its hand. Realizing what is going to happen, he tries to wriggle free, but the fox keeps a strong hold on him, one hand on his shoulder and its hook pressing down on the other, threatening to tear through skin should he try to struggle. The bunny raises its blunt weapon and Mike grits his teeth for a world of pain, but it didn't come.
The rabbit is just standing there, staring, is it having second thoughts?
Mike's glimmer of hope is destroyed when the fox growls, raises its hand and punches Mike in the face. His head slams backwards and hits the floor, making him groggy as he watches the fox, tear the bat away from Bonnie with an agitated swipe before looking back down at Mike.
With its hook, the Fox reset the mask, hiding that second jaw from view before it raises the bat and brings it down hard. Mike saw the club coming down and he hears a crack before he is blinded by pain again, but this time, his whole mind went blank and he was unable to keep going. Reluctantly, he retreats within himself as he falls into his enforced slumber.
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