Clutching his chest, he began to walk faster, reaching the stoplight. The snow began to pour down harder, making visibility low. He hit the crosswalk button multiple times, pressing it harder and harder. "C'mon….C'mon…." He said. There were only a few cars, so why the hell wasn't the streetlight changing colors?
Red and blue pierced through the snow, enhancing the shadows around the street. A car pulled up to the right of him. "Hey, you! Come back here!" He heard. Finally the crosswalk changed, and he began to sprint, hearing the men also chasing after him. He ran forward and took a sharp right, still clutching his chest as he ran. Ahead of him was a park that he was familiar with, and he began to run through, using the trees for cover. He could still hear the two men behind him yelling for him to 'stop' and that 'He was resisting arrest', but at this point, there was no going back. Continuing to weave through the trees, he ran farther, only stopping as he ran to the riverbank.
The river stood before him, frozen. He pondered whether or not to chance running across it, but his mind was quickly made up as he heard feet crunching on the snow. Disregarding his safety, he ran across the frozen water, hearing the cracks underneath him. Almost there… He thought. Suddenly, he slid backwards, falling on his ass. He never really felt himself hit the ice, however, as he fell straight through into the freezing water. He let go of the item he was carrying in his chest and began to panic. He didn't know how to swim well, and he couldn't lose what he was carrying at this point; It would make him running from the cops literally worth opened his eyes, the freezing water hitting his eyes. It stinged.
Alot.
He quickly grabbed his item and his beanie, and began to swim up. The river didn't seem deep at the time, but he found out the hard way that it was about 7 feet deep. He continued to swim to the top towards the moonlight. He hit the top, or he thought he did before he realized he was under the ice. Panicking, he began to hit around the ice, trying to break through. He swam around more, the thought of asphyxiation dancing around in his mind. He began to feel himself drifting off. Nearing death, He began to flail wildly till he felt one of his hands reach outward into the freezing air.
Grabbing the edge of the ice, he pulled himself up out of the freezing water, and into the even colder midnight air. Steam poured out of his soaked body, his clothing no longer helping him keep warm. He shook violently, and began to sprint towards the exit of the park.
Once outside of the park, He looked around for a place to hide. All stores were closed on the street he was on. He spotted a wooden fence that he could hop over easily. Realizing that there were no other places to go, he jogged towards the fence, hopping over it with ease. The vacant area was pretty big, with him being in the alley that led off to a bigger part of the area. It was almost as big as a backyard; It sure did look like one with the wooden fences and boxes lying around. His first thought was to get someplace warm, and the dumpsters next to him would not suffice unless it was an absolute last resort. So naturally he looked around for anything that could be used as a shelter. Scouting the area, he could find nothing that would keep him warm. He shivered as the air nipped at him, his breath becoming more easily visible. If I stay out here any longer, I'm dead. Realizing there were no other options left, he turned to the 2 dumpsters to see if there was room inside them. Just as he was about to get in one, something caught his eye.
"Hello…" He whispered as he saw something behind the dumpster. It looked like a door, but he couldn't tell. Only one way to find out… He stood in the middle of the two dumpsters and began to push the one blocking the door out of the way. As he made contact with the freezing green metal dumpster, his soaked body tingled with numbness. He pushed with all his might, the thought of ending up like Jack Torrance persuading him to go faster. He took another look, this time realizing it was indeed a door. Finally, he made enough room to squeeze in-between the door and the was no feeling left in his hand as he opened the door and slipped into the building. Warmth poured out of the building and onto him, but it was not enough to stop him from shaking. He had to get out of those soaked clothes…
He took off his jacket and put the item he had been carrying next to it. Once his jacket was off, he opened up the packaging to reveal that what he had been carrying was nothing more than a loaf of bread, with the brand scrawled across the packaging. He sat down, still shaking as he reached into the bag and retrieved a loaf of wheaty goodness. Sure it was soaked, as was he, and sure he was still freezing, but the bread helped him regain some energy. He hadn't eaten in a while and it began to help him feel better. Not to mention that all that running wore him down.
After eating a couple of loaves of bread, he folded the bag and set it on the ground. Deciding to look for clothes and actually learn where he was, he set off to investigate the building. He still shook violently from the freezing water, and the ever present thought of hypothermia crept up on him. Immediately to his left was a station that looked to be where a guard would sit, evident by the equipment and monitors on the wall. He looked inside to find a blue jacket hung over the chair. Without a second thought, he removed his thermal and put the jacket on, not feeling any warmer, but glad to have a dry article of clothing.
I thought this place was abandoned? The thought suddenly came to his head. It sure did look like it from the outside, what with the door practically hidden by the dumpster. Oh shit, if they're people here does that mean I'm trespassing? Deciding he would rather explain his situation than be shot in the back for trespassing, he continued to down the hall. At the end of the hall revealed a rather large room filled with tables, chairs, and party hats. Oh, was he in a pizzeria? He wouldn't have known from looking outside; Then again, he did only see the back. "Um, Hello? Anyone there? The back door was unlocked and I sorta need help…" He called out loud. The only responses were the echoes of his own voice. "Shit…This is not good." He whispered as he desperately attempted to warm himself up with his hands.
Noise found its ways to his ears through the silence. It sounded like a door opening. Oh good, someone might be here. He waited for someone to appear and tell him that he needed to leave or the cops would come, but no one appeared at all. Did he imagine the noise? No, he heard it clear as- There it was again, the noise of a door swinging open. Combined with the fact that the darkness made it so hard for him to see anything that wasn't immediately ahead of him, made him freeze up in fear. "H-hey, anyone there?" He asked quietly, praying for a response, and at the same time, none. More noises. Everything in his mind screamed for him to just leave, but he couldn't. Something kept him from leaving; Whether it was the blizzard that was going on outside or the curiosity of what lied beyond the threshold of darkness, he began shuffling towards the noise. He neared the door where the noise appeared from. He slowly opened the door and peered inside. From where he was at, he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. Conforming to horror movie logic, he entered what appeared to be a kitchen.
Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, but then again, It was really dark. "Hey, anyone in here?" He asked again. He jumped as he heard a shuffle around to his left. "I need to leave." He whispered his thoughts out loud. Just as he was about turn around, something appeared to his left.
It was a face.
It was too dark to make out any distinguishing features, besides what he presumed to be a hat. He screamed, and it was not a very masculine scream either. He bolted through the kitchen door and ran towards the double doors. No longer giving a fuck about anything besides getting out of there, he jumped over the tables. "Foxy! The door!" Someone shouted behind him, but he didn't give him the satisfaction of seeing his terrified face. He almost made it to the door, there was only one table left to jump. Almost….Almost…..
Something jumped in front of the door, blocking the entrance. He couldn't leave? Whatever was after him really wanted to get him. Realizing there was only other exit, he took an immediate left and ran down the hallway parallel to where he came in from. He neared the guard area and ran into it, hoping to close through it and make it out.
As soon as he made it inside, he knew he fucked up. He felt himself tip over as he tripped over the chair that just happened to be placed perfectly to fuck him. He stretched his arms out to stop whatever it was he was going to hit, but to no avail. He hit the corner of the door, causing him close his right eye and flinch. Unimaginable pain filled his head as lay sprawled on the ground. He opened his one good eye again to see a button labeled Door and he kicked it. The sound of metal closing could be heard as the door in front of him dropped, sealing him off from whatever was in front of him. He did the same for the door behind him.
Covering his eye with one hand, he backed up into the wall. He felt blood come out from the wound in his head, and he did his best to clean it with the jacket he found. However, the blood would not stop, and he began to feel lightheaded. He had to leave; It was his only option. Staying here meant certain death with whatever it was that attacked him. But leaving also meant freezing to death. At this point is what just picking your poison. But he'd rather take freezing to death than finding out what it was that was inside here. As soon as he stood up, a wave of dizziness overcame him, nearly causing him pass out right there. Gathering up what little strength and courage remained, he hit the door button again and proceeded to walk, leaning on the walls.
He was almost there. He could make it out. Fuck his bread and jacket, his life was at stake here! Almost there….Almost….there… He lost consciousness just as he was about to reach the door. He never felt himself hit the ground, and he swore he fell someone catch him.
"Uhh….Freddy who was that?" Chica asked the brown bear who stood right besides her. "I'm not sure. I thought he was a robber, but he wasn't stealing anything. He said he needed help, but whether that was true or not remains to be seen." Freddy answered the chicken. A purplish figure passed by them. "Hey Bonnie. What're you doing?" Chica asked.
"Oh, his clothes finally dried off, so I'm bringing them back in." Bonnie said as he walked past them. He opened the door to the backstage room, where they were keeping the boy, and closed it behind him. Lying on the table was the boy, covered by a blanket. He still shook from the cold, but he seemed to be in a much better state than when he first came in. His right eye was covered with gauze thanks to Chica. Although she did a good job of cleaning up the wound, there was still blood coating the gauze. Soon it would need to be changed. He sighed as he placed the neatly folded clothing near the boys legs.
The boy stirred as Bonnie placed the clothing near him. He froze, afraid he would wake up and freak out. If that happened, he would probably run out and hurt himself again. To his horror, he rubbed his eyes and looked straight at him. "Whoa, shit." He said as he jumped off the table, holding the blanket around him. He stared at Bonnie, looking him down, unsure what to do. "Uh...That thing's creepy…" He trailed off.
"Hey…" Bonnie started out, but not before the boy backed up into a corner. "Holy shit, what was that." He asked. He was oblivious to the fact that the animatronic just talked. "Where are my clothes? Why are they off?" He asked before spotting them on the table. Bonnie took a step forward and grabbed his clothing, bringing them to him. He didn't make it far though as the boy grabbed a broom and held it out. "I d-dont want to hurt you. Stay back." He said as his voice shook. "Listen to me. I'm not going to hurt you." Bonnie said as he outstretched a paw. He flinched and held the broom even closer, his heart racing. "Ok, I understand you're scared. I'm just going to leave for now. I'll be outside along with my 3 other friends, okay? Come out when you're ready. We're not going to hurt you." Bonnie said as he put the clothes on the floor and walked towards the door. "I don't know if you remember me, but I remember you."
"We won't hurt you Ken. Come out when you're ready." Bonnie repeated as he closed the door, leaving Ken alone in the room.