It was not long after I stormed out of the room when I realised how unhappy she'd be because I got to meet Mark but I kept rejecting his help. "Holly, I'm sorry I had to let you down like that…" I grabbed my right arm with my left hand, put on my 'determined' face and walked as fast as I could trying to navigate this horrible place. "It's all she ever wanted, to meet him. Why'd you fuck it up like that Anna? Why'd you do that? He won't help you now. You're on your own." I thought, taunting myself is all I could I do. It felt like two thirds of a day had passed, I was probably right.
Dum dum dum, diddly dum dum duuuuuuum.
A sound echoed in the distance. "Was… was that Foxy?" I said out loud. "It's gotta be…" I trailed off and hoped to god that I was hallucinating. But, unfortunately I was not. I heard it, the pound of a cushioned metals thud.
"It… It's not possible, I mean it's just a game, right?" I said trying to re- convince myself.
"A-ayyy, me maties tis I, Foxy the pi- pirate fox- ox." Foxy glitched out when he spoke.
"And I'm Chica, let's eat," Chica carried on. "Some delicious – flesh – pizza-a!"
"Oh god no, NO, It's not right, it's not there, it's not you ya ducky bastard. No no no no no no no no… OH NO GOD NO! HELP ME, PLEASE, SOMEONE!" I cried for help but the 2 crumbling freak shows where gaining on me. At this point, running was my only option.
