A/N:Hey y'all another chapter! Thanks so much for reading my story, the views really encourage me!

I'm not slacking, honestly! I kept my schedule, it's just...*shivers* school... I hope you understand! But so far, I am up to date with it everytime.

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Technomastermarion1987: Indeed some shall. Too bad they'd probably be killed jn a place like this...Probably. XD

BonEpic: I hope you received my message concerning your request. I'd love to do it, but it would bring up complications within this story a little based on the "timeline" if you must. God it's like i'm writing Undertale fanfiction saying that XD

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Deep, shallow breathing welcomed me, just barely audible through the door that kept the beast outside, though I don't know who it could've been.

I could only guess as to who it was and by the looks of it, at least when I saw how Bonnie turned out, I was with the original Fazgang...a sordid, inhumane and petrifying Fazgang, as I closed my eyes for a brief moment.

Everything was still...and there hadn't been a single sound heard until the faint clattering of pans, further down the hall, I suppose, which brewed my curiosity as to how huge this place was. I slowly released the door as It gave a low cry, returning to it's original position of being half closed as I rushed back to the bed, shining my flashlight about and at the closet.

Hehe!

I looked about quickly before my flashlight had started to flicker, my brows furrowing as I hit it gently twice against my hand to try and fix the problem, but it only neglected my attempts.

It hadn't been until I heard cries...aching...metallic, annoying low screeches from behind me before I crawled away a little and shone the beam as it landed on the pillows, nothing, but a blur that I barely registered flew to my left off the bed as chills sparked along my spine.

"The hell..?" I muttered disgustedly, rolling my shoulders a little and sighing shakily. I never liked the feeling of fear...or paranoia, the way the hands clutched at your shoulders to pull you into it's captivating cold embrace, for you to succumb to it's priority.

It's main priority to:

Breaking you.

Put you on edge...

And finally, to make you build your own grave....

Under these circumstances, I couldn't help to be scared, how could I not? Everything felt so damn real!

I recoiled into myself as I turned the blinding beam onto the right door, near the floor to be greeted with a orange glowing eye peering in at me.

If it hadn't had teeth, I may have just called the abomination adorable as it hopped slowly to me. It belonged to Chica..with its pink, dirt and deteriorating caked upper body and large dead eyes staring into mine as I pulled myself up.

It hopped faster before jumping to my leg and clamping jaw into my shin.

The needle-like teeth greeting my veins and muscle with a unwelcomed hug that provoked a cry from me as I fell back into the bed, using the flashlight as I gritted my teeth and swung the rim of the flashlight against it's face.

Breaking only a little of the shell of which that covered its internal, the shattered area only revealed more of it's enlarged teeth but just faintly, blue glowed in the upper area between the teeth, further up between where the eyes were.

THAWK!

I slammed the flashlight against it again before the bulb flickered. The rim being dented in, but I could feel the teeth desperately gnaw to keep me at bay. Another swing.

Clatter...

The glass from the flashlight broke, having popped out as a cobwebbed design etched itself into the features of the glass before it shattered completely onto the floor as the bulb gave its final kiss goodbye, shining for a moment before dying.

Dying...

Leaving me in darkness as I dropped the remnants of the destroyed flashlight, trembling and balling my fists as I felt the cold air kiss the open wounds on my shin, the crimson liquid trailing down my leg from different openings like a fountain of tears.

I scrunched my eyes together as the gentle hue from before had gotten brighter from the destroyed figure of the cupcake.

I almost mistakened it for just one of the fragments of broken glass that had been discarded by the flashlight.

In fact it had been glass! But...what the heck was up with this? It was broad enough to be within a lens of glasses, but thin enough as it poked from between the narrow, split open mouth in the upper jaw as I knelt and pried one side of the mouth open, to pull out this thing.

It by itself had been glowing and I rose a brow before I heard the door creak by me...I looked up only to meet blue-maybe violet- pearls that illuninated the room, my figure before rushing over and picking me up to release a damned croaking scream into my face as my eyes widened, the ink of darkness pooling into my vision like someone pulled a blanket over the world to put the stars and moon to rest...

"Kei...?" I felt a nudge in my side...my ears rang as I screwed up my face in annoyance, turning my head to the side, barely comprehending the sound of someone bellowing my name till I had been nudged again. This time harder in my side, again. "Keith!"

I flew forward, only receding backward with a groan as my forehead connected with another's. More like in a lot more pain than me as he equally shared the pain. Falling on his rear.

"Damn, Keith...! Remind me to never wake you again." Came the annoyed voice of my brother before my eyes fell onto his form rubbing his forehead, mimicing my action.

"What're you doing in my room...?" He coughed out.

"Welll, half deaf little brother," I rolled his eyes, I didn't need to entertain this at all, "Your alarm just ended and...Are you okay? You were sleeping on the floor and," He felt ny neck, recoiling his hand away soon after as if I had been torrid, "you're seriously burning up!"

I did feel a little groggy...not really up and at em..But craaaap.. I have the shift again! I sighed and got up off the floor as Dylan's eyes followed me.

"You can't be seriously going tonight." He narrowed his oceon blue eyes, frowning.

"Work is work, Dylan." I muttered, going to my drawers before a hand firmly gripped my wrist before I looked to him.

"You aren't going."

"What?"