BASHUR
Everybody was ready for the night to begin. The tension and fear in the air was so thick that you could put it on a sandwich, smear some butter on it, and eat it. (Not that anybody would do that, because it would be disgusting)
Thunder crackled in the distance.
"Uh...maybe they'll rust before they get here?" Bodil chuckled his voice laced with fear in a feeble attempt to lighten the mood.
Then came the pounding. It came from every side of the house. Everyone held their breath, that the boards would hold. Then the pounding stopped and everybody let their breath go- but that was when they broke through. A Freddy Fazbear, torn and tattered appeared, with smaller versions of himself attached to his body. He started running at the people in the entryway, causing everybody to scatter throughout the house. Bashur searched for Jerome and grabbed him and ran off. All they had to do was survive.
