Mask, scary, leave.
Martin saw, and understood, but the light was too bright.
Stop. I wish everything would stop. I want Charlotte.
NO! Jeremy could see his life flashing before his eyes. The animatronic wouldn't leave, somehow what had worked in the vent didn't work here.
As Jeremy's panic grew, the laughter didn't seem canned anymore. Now it seemed aimed at him. Stupid Jeremy, it seemed to say.
The animatronic's carved-on grin seemed like one of flesh, blood, and mirth. Stupid Jeremy, it seemed to say.
And any moment, Foxy would be here. Any moment, it would all end. Any moment it would-
A grandfather clock chimed in the distance.