Chapter Three: Pleading For Help
Flickering lights, dark rooms, hollow walls. Then footsteps, heavy footsteps then there was a person. No, more like a shadow I saw in my previous nightmare. What does it want now? Three more shadows came in walking past me. I could hear the shuffling of noise, but when I tried to move my head, it didn't move as I commanded it to do. In fact none of my limbs could move, not even could I open my mouth and scream. I wanted it all to stop, just stop, but it seemed to go on forever. That was when the shadows picked me up dragged me over to a table lowering me down on what I saw out of the corner of my eye was a Freddy Fazbear suit. "No! Please, I'm begging you! Don't do this to me!" My thoughts screamed out loud, trying to make them come out of my mouth but to no avail. I was awaiting the excruciating pain to come, but nothing came. All that came was pure blackness filling my vision and my surroundings.
I whimpered as I opened my eyes, being rewarded with bright light blinding my vision. Adjusting my eyes I blinked a couple of times before sitting up roughly, a sharp pain jolting through my head. I slowly moved my hand to the back of my head rubbing around to find bandages wrapped around my head. "What...?" I mumbled feeling more confused than ever before. I tried looking around to find any clues, the only clue I found was that it was six-thirty in the morning. I stood up from the floor, noticing how sore and weak my muscles were caused by the fall damage, and that there was a dull pain, pounding in sync, in my head, with my heart. Scanning the floor the clothes I changed out of were gone, making a feeling of embarrassment and dread wash over me. "At least that's one more thing less to care about," I thought exiting the office leaning against the wall for a moment to breathe and contain myself. Pushing myself off the wall I walked towards the main entrance, looking down at my feet, carefully dragging my feet, completely not aware of the person coming through the door. That was when I bumped into his chest and met him.
I immediately backed away mumbling an apology then looking up to see a man a head taller than me with chocolate brown hair and deep blue eyes. He looked annoyed before looking me over seeing that I was the new security guard. I saw that his eyes turned from being annoyed to looking worried. Perhaps about me? I cocked my head to the side giving him a confused look no words coming out of our mouths. There was a silence between us before he spoke up shattering the silence. "Your not safe working here," He said before noticing the bandages on my head, making feel uneasy and making me look away to the three innocent looking animatronics standing on the stage, while he had a confused look on his face for a second behind my back. I turned my head back towards him, putting on a fake brave smile, asking him his purpose of coming here. How strange it felt like I was asking myself this question too. "I'm here to fight with the manager of this place about, something." I let out a nervous laugh.
"I don't think he's here. Looks like you'll have to come a different time!" I wanted to badly get myself out of this conversation of how awkward it was going. I saw him suddenly grinning as if he came up with an idea. "Well if I'm heading out the door I might as well take all the advice I have with me about surviving the night shift." Surviving. That word hit me like a rock as if he knew what I was going through. I looked at him to see if he was joking, but he started to turn around and was about to walk out the door. "Stop! Perhaps you could stay a few minutes longer here!" I quickly said not used to receiving help or advice from people. He turned around asking for my name, then asking if I was still going to work here. I nodded telling him to call me Kate as most people prefer to call me as, and with that we started talking like we were friends, laughing, especially at my dumb mistakes. "So you technically just need to listen to what the guy on the phone tells you, and with that you should be able to work out the night shift." He who introduced himself as Mike Schmidt told me.
I giggled, "Well perhaps I shouldn't be so gullible next time." I had a slight pause thinking of what to say. "Wait how did you get all this information?" I curiously asked him. "You might say I'm the previous night guard who quit trying to get away from all this paranoia," I laughed again, feeling carefree for once in my life. Mike took a glance at his watch then focused his gaze back on me. "We should be going the pizzeria opens in ten minutes," Mike simply said, along with me nodding a smile still plastered onto my face. "I'm sure we'll be seeing each other soon enough, but for now I think you might make a huge impact during your night shift, and good luck." He waved to me goodbye and with that he walked out the doors, to his car, forgetting his purpose of why he came here. "A huge impact? What did he mean by that?" I thought to myself, but that question would soon enough be answered for me, as I exited the building, getting on my bike and going home sweet home away from everything.
I was riding my bike the summer sun beating down on me, halfway towards arriving at my home. All the energy that I had felt back at the restaurant was gone, my eyelids soon begging to close. I came to halt once I had reached my home, my escape from reality I guess you can say that. I guided by bike soon following the little concrete path that lead to my front door. I leaned my bike against one of the walls, putting my arms back to my sides, then searching my pockets for the house keys until I realized something. The house keys were in my other pockets on my other jeans, not in the pockets of my uniform. "Shit." I mumbled under my breath thinking of a way to get into my locked house now. Then an idea hit me, I could use one of the rocks to unl- no! I can't think like that.
I shook my head I wasn't that type of person or at least my personality wasn't that bad. I mean my mother is out working or trying to gain money but she wouldn't be able to pay to get the glass I would've broke using one of the rocks aligned the bottom rim of my house. If only I could remember where that extra key was again that my mother mentioned to me months ago. A shiny object caught my eye just then and I looked at a rock knowing that the shiny object was under there. Picking up the rock and placing it next to my right foot I was met to see the shiny, extra, house key. I swear I could've been cheering and partying all around dancing like an idiot, but my exhaustion got the best of me. I unlocked the door, closing it behind me, I took of my shoes, heading up the stairs, not bothering to change or take a shower. With that I arrived at my sweet and cozy bedroom, falling on top of the bed, instantly bringing me into a deep sleep I thought would finally be free of nightmares.
I just don't know what to say otherwise than don't take any of this the wrong way I'm just weird like that XD! If you do take it the wrong way, eh, can't control you. Don't worry she won't get violated! She's safe from those perverted animatronics! But that is all I'd have to say for this other than thank you and see you guys later! God I am dead tired better go to sleep. ;P