A FNAF Reality
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Chapter 10: Madness
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The tablet laid on the ground at my feet, flaked in blood. On the cracked screen it read the time. Four-twenty one. There was only nine percent power left. We were not going to make it. The lights flickered every three minutes. Stephanie took the white first aid box from my hands and placed it on the desk with all the small tv's. She opened it up and handed me a roll of bandages and a big patch covered in gauze. "Here, you can wrap up your boyfriend," she told me. I silently nodded my head as I accepted the roll from her and turned to Eddie.
Eddie sat at one of the swivel chairs. He was looking down at the ground, clutching his stomach. I gently removed his hand. I gulped and instantly felt sick when I saw the huge gash in Eddie's stomach. Eddie's shirt had a huge rip in it, and was soaked in his own blood. I gently lifted his shirt up. The blood was sticky, causing his shirt to stick to his stomach. Eddie winced as I gently pulled the shirt up even more. Eddie breathed in sharp breaths, then yelped when it started to hurt.
"Sorry! Sorry," I told him as he forced his shirt back down. "I...I'm fine," he said as he turned his head away from me. I gave Eddie a sad look. I felt so bad for him. "Please, Eddie. I'm trying to help," I told him. Eddie slowly nodded his head.
"I know you are, Ren...I know. I just..." he sighed and looked down at the ground, placing his hand back over his big stomach. I sighed and gently removed it again. "I'm sorry, Eddie," I told him. I lifted his shirt gently back up again, wrinkling my nose from the smell in the process. This time the shirt lifted up even more, enough for me to slip my hand under and place the gauze over his wound. Eddie winced again and groaned, shifting uncomfortably in pain.
I pressed it gently against his wound. "Please hold your shirt," I told him. Eddie silently did as he was told. I unraveled the roll of crisp white bandages. I took one end and wrapped it around my boyfriend's body.
Once I did, I began repeating the process, wrapping the thin bandage around Eddie's stomach till I got to the other end. I knotted the ends together and stood up. Eddie lowered his shirt back down. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it, silently thanking me. I squeezed back, but stopped when I felt something wet on my hand. I looked down and gasped when I saw my hand was covered in Eddie's blood. My breathing quickened as I pulled my hand away. I looked down at my sweater and saw blood all over it.
"Ren-" I heard Eddie say my name, but his voice was muffled as I moved away from him. I fell to my hands and knees and vomited. My body shook as I lurched forward and threw up my stomach acids and bits of whatever I had before this whole madness started. I coughed and threw up some more, causing the small pool of vomit to grow bigger.
"It's ok. It's ok..." I heard Eddie say next to me as he rubbed my back. I continued to throw up till I didn't have anything left in my stomach. I coughed and felt my face flushed and burning. My arms trembled as they tried holding my upper torso up. My throat was sore and burned like fire. I coughed again, wiping my mouth with the back of my sleeve. Tears formed in my stinging eyes as I moved away from the small pool of vomit I made. Gradually the place started to smell of my vomit. I felt so horrible for making our situation even worse.
Shaina had buried her face into her knees as she sat in one of the other swivel chairs in the corner of the small room. Janet sat next to her, while Stephanie wrapped her wounds with her roll of bandages. Once she was done, she knotted the ends together and let Janet lower her arms down. Janet did. In the middle, a gradual red spot began to form in the middle of her stomach through the bandages. Janet looked really pale and worn out. Both Janet and Eddie needed to get to the hospital. They were going to bleed to death if we didn't escape this place.
I slowly sat up and breathed in gulps of rancid, sour air. I felt like throwing up again, but if I did, I would most likely be throwing up my organs instead since there was nothing else to throw up. Stephanie helped me into a chair next to Eddie. Eddie removed my hood from my face and gently touched the side of my face. I scooted closer to him. My eyes were so tired, but I was too afraid to close them.
Stephanie grabbed the small first aid kit and began to rummage through it. She pulled out a bottle of aspirin and unscrewed the cap. She tilted the bottle and gently shook it towards her hand. A small white pill fell out. She took it and swallowed it. She offered us all pills. Janet and Eddie each took one and swallowed it down without any water. I silently shook my head. I couldn't take pills without drinking any water. On top of that, my mouth tasted like vomit. Shaina didn't accept one either, she just sat on her swivel chair, hugging her knees.
We all sat in silence, not looking at each other. The time slowly ticked by, while the power for the doors drained away. I wiped my hand on the side of my jeans, not looking at the blood, before clasping Eddie's hand tightly. Eddie didn't squeeze back. His head was down, turned away from me. I felt tears come to my eyes seeing him like this. I could tell he didn't want to die. Neither of us wanted to, but it felt like it was going to happen, no matter what. Time was against us. Moving so slow and at its own pace that seemed ten times slower than before.
"...They are still alive," I finally said, breaking the silence. Everyone slowly turned their heads to me. I nodded my head slightly. "Jose...Alberto...a-and my sister...H-he says they are still alive," I said.
"Why is he doing this?" asked Stephanie. I looked over to her. "He's obsessed with FNAF. He said that he was the one that got kicked out of the pizzeria when he went up on stage, screaming about it not having kids stuffed inside the suits." Eddie, Stephanie, Shaina, and Janet stared at me in shock. "Are you kidding me? He's murdering people because there's no kids inside the suits?" Shaina asked. I nodded. "Yes, he wants this pizzeria to be just like in the games...but he hays that Shy, Alberto and jose are still alive." Janet narrowed her eyes angrily at me.
"You believe that shithead?!" Janet shouted at me as tears came down her face. "He's insane! The man is not right in the head! He's just saying that to get our hopes up!" Janet continued as she placed her hand on her tear stained face and cried more. I balled my hands into fists.
"Don't yell at me! I'm just telling you what he said!" I shouted back at her. Eddie said my name and told me to calm down as I glared back at Janet. Janet didn't even look at me as I continued talking to her in a sharp tone. "Yes, he's insane, but he said he wont kill them until he has one more body!" I shouted as I lowered my head. Tears came down my face. "...And I'm the one he wants..." I added. Janet stopped crying and looked up at me in shock. Eddie, Stephanie, and Shaina looked up at me in horror.
"Wh-what?" Eddie asked me.
I stayed still where I sat. Eddie placed his hand on my shoulder and used his other hand to gently lift my head. "What does he want you for?" He asked me. I turned back to him, then looked back over to the others. Finally I sighed and told them.
"He wants to kill me, then stuff me into the Bonnie suit," I said. No one spoke. I sighed and looked down at my gloved hands. I jumped when I felt something touch my shoulder. Eddie stared at me. His dark eyebrows were furrowed. "He is not going to kill you...I'll make sure of that...if he even lays one hand on you...I'll fucking kill him..." Eddie said in a firm tone.
I stared up at him, just as he began to gently wipe my tears away with his thumb. Janet nodded in agreement as she slowly got up from her chair. "I wont let the killer come near you either." Stephanie agreed as well as she stood next to her friend. Shaina looked up at me. Slowly she lowered her legs from her face and nodded her head to me. "He's going down." I smiled a small smile towards my new friends and boyfriend.
I stopped smiling when I saw Stephanie turn away and begin to rummage through the first aid kit again. She pulled out the small pair of scissors and turned to us. "Help me up," she said. Janet and Eddie exchanged glances. Janet looked back over to Stephanie and shook her head.
"We already tried scissors, Stephanie. It didn't work," she reminded her. Stephanie raised the scissors slightly with her hand. "I know, but your scissor blades were slightly thicker. These blades are thin." Stephanie pointed at the ends of , then the vent. "Someone, please help me up," she declared
Right when I started to take a step forward to offer her a lift, Eddie gently moved me aside and cupped his own hands for Stephanie. I blinked in surprise. "Eddie, I can-" I started. "I'm fine," he said to me. Stephanie looked at both me and Eddie before placing her foot into Eddie's hands and was lifted up to the vent.
Stephanie lifted the first aid kit scissors and placed the tip of the blade between the small slot of the screw. "It works!" Stephanie said smiling as she began to turn the scissors around, loosening the screws. I smiled a small smile. Eddie clapped his hands. Shaina clapped once. Janet didn't clap. "We aren't free from this madness yet," she reminded us.
Janet stared up at Stephanie for a moment before looking down at the tablet. She picked it up and looked down at it. "The power is now at five percent," she told us. Eddie and I exchanged glances. "Maybe we should open one of the doors," Eddie suggested. Shaina narrowed her eyes a bit. "And let the killer come in? Sure why not? Let's just kill ourselves and give him our bodies on a silver platter while we are at it," she said sarcastically.
"I have a better idea," I said, ignoring Shaina's negative response as I began to move the unoccupied swivel chairs over to my left, out of the way of Eddie and Stephanie. Then I began to take all the small television sets off of the table one by one, as well as unplugging them. I even unplugged the damn fan. Once that was over, I took one end of the table and began to pull it over towards the West hallway door. I arranged the table to block the entrance of the doorway and placed the TV's back on top. I moved the swivel chairs over to the table as well. I arranged them so their legs would lock on the others legs, making it harder to move them. Then I punched the button to the West hallway, allowing my little barricade to take effect.
"You expect that to stop him?" Shaina asked. I sighed and tried to keep myself from shoving her out of the security room and allowing her to deal with the killer herself. I turned around to her. "This is just to save us more time," I informed her. "I don't expect it to stop him completely, just enough to help us get out of here," I told her. Shaina was quiet for a minute, then she looked away. I knew she was scared, but she couldn't give up on us now.
I heard a screw fall from my right. I looked up and saw Stephanie still working on the vent. Eddie's face was starting to grow pale as his arms began to shake from holding her up. I came up and lifted one of Stephanie's other shoe, taking off some of Stephanie's weight from Eddie.
"I got it," Eddie said, but he didn't push me away. I looked over to him. "You can rest for a minute. I can take over for a while," I told him. Eddie hesitated for a minute. "No, I can hold her..." he said. I gave him a look. "Eduardo..." I said. Eddie flinched. He hated being called by his full name. I never really use it, but sometimes I would use it against him once he started acting stubborn. "...Please," I added staring at him.
Eddie was silent for a moment. Finally, he moved Stephanie's foot to me. I adjusted my hand under her shoe. Eddie went over to my barricade and silently kept watch; his back facing us. I looked up to Stephanie. She wasn't that heavy, but I wasn't really that strong. I could hold her up for maybe another minute before my arms decided to go limp and drop Stephanie. "How are you doing?" I asked her. Another screw fell to the right of me. "Just two more screws," she told me.
"Four percent," Janet told us, looking over to me and Stephanie.
"What time is it?" I asked her. Janet looked back down at the tablet. "four-twenty nine," she told me. After that, no one spoke while Stephanie worked above me. A couple seconds later, another screw fell. My arms started to burn from straining them. I bit my lower lip and tried ignoring the pain. Stephanie began to work on the last screw. My arms started to shake as they began to move down. Stephanie looked down at me. "Ren, could you please lift me up a little higher?" she asked me. I clenched my teeth and forced my arms to push Stephanie back up but I couldn't.
"Hold on, I'll help you," I heard Eddie from behind me. He came up and placed my hands in his. My back pressed up against his chest as his arms took the weight off of mine and lifted Stephanie higher up to the vent. "Thanks, Eddie," Stephanie said as she finished up the last screw. Eddie gently kissed the top of my head. I smiled a small smile. "Thank you, Eddie," I said to him. "Mmhmm, no problem," Eddie said back.
Finally, the vent cover came off. Stephanie tossed it down to the ground, causing it to clatter loudly against the tile floor. "Sorry," she said out loud, wincing from the loud noise. "We need to hurry," Eddie said as we helped Stephanie down. I felt the back of my hairs stick up when I heard the sound of footsteps softly lumbering from the dining room; gradually getting louder. Janet quickly looked over to Stephanie. "Do you have your phone?" she asked her. Stephanie nodded as she pulled it out and checked it.
"Mine is at fifteen percent," she told us. A look of worry crossed her face. "Wh-what if mine isn't able to call? or runs out of battery?" she asked. "Turn off your phone, saves the power," I said. Stephanie did. Janet took a step forward. "Here, take all of our phones, just in case..." Janet said as she pulled her phone out of her purse. Eddie and Shaina silently did the same and handed their phones over to Stephanie. I pulled my phone out and hesitated.
"My phone is just about dead," I said out-loud. Janet looked down at the black screen of my phone. "What percentage is it at?" she asked me. "I don't know, I think five percent," I said in a worried tone. I could hear the footsteps getting louder. Shaina was listening to them too and started to panic.
"We don't have time for this! Just give Steph your phone," she said impatiently. I silently gave Stephanie my phone. Stephanie placed my phone into her back pocket. With that, Eddie helped her up to the vent. Stephanie squeezed into the vent. We heard her moving through the metal vent, the sounds echoing softly from her weight.
The footsteps began to echo down the West hallway. Eddie hesitated, looking over to the open doorway where the table, swivel chairs, fan and TV's sat. "What do we do now?" Shaina asked worriedly. Janet got up from her chair and moved over to where me and Eddie where. No one answered Shaina's question as we kept our eyes on the West doorway. I peeked down at the tablet Janet still clutched in her hands.
Three percent...
The lights began to flicker more than usual.
Two percent...
The footsteps became louder and more define.
One percent...
We all huddled close to each other. Shaina whimpered softly as she stood behind Janet, gripping the back of her shirt. I held Eddie close to me, hugging him tightly. The lights continued to flicker more till it began to hurt my eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed the side of my head against Eddie's chest. Eddie winced in pain and I softened my hold on him.
Zero percent...
Instantly everything went dark and the East hallway door went up, causing Shaina to scream. Our only safe haven was now open and exposed. The footsteps stopped. I could feel Janet shaking next to me. Eddie held me against him, careful to not press against his wound. My head rested lightly against his chest. I could hear his heart racing. The silence went on for a good ten seconds.
Suddenly, we heard the footsteps start up again. They moved at a slow pace. The killer began to whistle a tune, sending chills down my spine. I instantly knew the tune; right when the killer started whistling the first couple of notes, I instantly knew the familiar tune he was whistling. It was the same one that Freddy played in the first game, right when the player ran out of power: Carmen Overture; March of the Toreadors.
The killer whistled the tune at the same pace as his walk, making the situation even more creepy and terrifying then it already was. He appeared in the doorway, flicking the light of a flashlight on and off, mimicking Freddy when his face lit up. The killer still wore the Golden Freddy costume. He held his flash light just under his mask, giving it a sinister appearance. Every time the light came on, it lit up the inside of his mask, Making it look like a deranged, disturbing jack-o-lantern.
The killer stopped whistling. He threw his head back and laughed at his own sick sense of humor. He lowered his back and grinned at us from under his mask as he turned the flash light towards us, blinding us, like deer caught in headlights.
"Knock, Knock..." the killer said to us. We didn't say anything as we stared at him. The killer stared back, then lifted his other hand. Something flashed a silvery color in front of the yellow light of the flashlight. It was a knife. The killer lifted it next to him. He chuckled as he stared at us through the sockets of the costume.
"It's me..." he said.
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