Chapter 12
Even though it was dark, he could somehow see with some mysterious dim light that seemed to be lighting the room, even though the lights were off.
Tarma raised and looked at his hands carefully. They looked like plastic, and were definitely themed on some animal. He could tell that from the fact that all of his limbs were a slight orange brown in color, and each finger was black, and so was the entire hand. Not only that, but a snout was blocking out the lower part of his field of vision. It was long, and light brown colored.
Tarma couldn't remember when he first wore that thing. Did the animatronics put him in a costume? Why would they do that? But then Tarma, upon closer inspection of his limbs, shuddered. The places where one limb was supposed to join another had dried blood coming out of it. Even though there was no blood coming out right nw, the dried blood was enough for him to know that clearly putting the costume on him had been messy.
Hang on.
If it was a costume, then how hard could it have been to put it on?
Why had Tarma bleed during putting it on?
Or….
He laughed.
"Impossible! There's no way that I died, and they stuffed me into a costume!"
He kept laughing, and abruptly stopped.
The jaw of the costume had moved along wit his mouth when he was talking and laughing. OR… had the jaw been moving of the costume but NOT of his OWN mouth when he was talking and laughing?
Tarma slowly touched his lower jaw. It was definitely long and smooth, and even though it was plastic, Tarma could feel like it was skin.
His own skin.
He walked to the door, and tried to open it. Since his hands were not like those robots whose hands were made to properly grip stuff, he had some difficulty in opening the door. He finally opened it, and walked out.
The lights seemed to blind him. When his vision cleared, he looked around. Everything looked the same, but he was in some corridor. He walked along it, and came to one of the party rooms. Tarma looked to the stage, and gasped.
Toy Freddy was missing while the others were in place.
"The office!"
Tarma turned and fled in full speed towards the office. Little did he know that the moment he left, Toy Bonnie and Chica opened their eyes wide, and looked at the door which Tarma had exited.
"It…. Worked?" Chica asked.
Tarma ran as fast as he could, his speed somehow faster than it had been when he wasn't wearing the costume. He took a turn, and stopped.
There was the office. But Toy Freddy was outside.
Tarma then ran up to him, grabbed his shoulder, and spun him around. Toy Freddy looked blank.
"Your okay?" he asked.
But Tarma punched him with so much force, that not only did he dislocate Toy Freddy's lower jaw, but Toy Freddy also spun, and then fell on the ground.
"And stay down!" Tarma ordered. He then looked up.
Sitting in his place was someone else. It was a man in night guard attire, but he was also wearing circle glasses, and he was holding a tablet in his hand. Tarma realized he was in the darkness, so the guy probably couldn't see him.
The guy pulled out a flashlight, and shone it. Tarma raised his eyes to his hands, and then slowly lowered them. The guy was already wearing a Freddy Fazbear head.
"I'm not gonna hurt you," Tarma said, "I'm just a guy in a costume."
The night guard asked, "Oh thank god! You don't sound like the Phone Gu- is that blood all over you?"
Tarma looked down, but is snout hit his chest, so he couldn't lower it anymore. Plus his snout was blocking his lower field of vision.
"What's your name?" Tarma asked.
"Jeremy. Jeremy Fitzgerald. I'm…. I'm new here. It's my second night."
Second night.
Tarma had been out for two days. Probably.
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