First of all, my usual review reply!
Hi Mr Whale: Done! :)
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Guest 1: Thanks! Chapter 2 done ;)
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So well, on with the story! Sorry if this chapter is short, though. I'm really busy.
Chapter 2: Wrong
Things were going bad. I was truly getting nervous. 3 AM, and Freddy, Bonnie and Chica were already roaming around. I heard that bear's laugh echo all over the place. Sometimes I even looked behind in fear that he was there. My eyes were fixed on the doors, on the monitor in which I didn't quit the Pirate Cove camera. That was my strategy, check the lights and not look at any other camera.
Chica soon enough appeared on my window, and I reflexively closed the door in less than a second. However, I managed to see something. . . Different. Chica's eyes and beak weren't wide as she stared at me. Just to make it sure, I pressed the light button. Her eyelids were narrowed, her eyes were looking down, her beak was closed. I couldn't get it. She wasn't even looking at me.
Just in case, I closed the left door to prevent Foxy and Bonnie from entering as I tried to do something crazily stupid. I had to try. I slowly and carefully got up from the chair, trying to make it not squeak as I did so. I stopped pressing the light, and even from the darkness I could still see Chica's outline and slightly shiny eyes out there, waiting. My shaky hands left the monitor in the desk, and I started to approach.
Although the buzz of the fan didn't let me heart correctly, I heard pained breaths like the ones in the call. And they were coming from Chica. She was breathing. She, an animatronic, a robot, a machine, was breathing. I couldn't get it. How was it possible? My mind was struggling to understand, but it had no explanation. I was mere feet away from the crystal that separated me from a killer robot, the crystal that kept me alive at the moment. I extended my arm, pretending to touch the window, see if Chica reacted in a different way she would normally react.
Worst error of my life.
Chica's eyes moved up, stared directly at me for about three seconds. She reared her head back, violently peaked the crystal. I screamed, fell back onto the chair in shock. My heart raced so fast it hurt. Chica slightly broke the window, but fortunately it didn't shred into pieces. She couldn't enter, and I was safe only because of that. Now the animatronic was staring coldly at me. Her head twitched erratically.
I exhaled and inhaled every few seconds, picked up the monitor again. If the crystal accident wasn't bad enough, I stopped breathing as soon as I saw Pirate Cove empty. "Oh great." I muttered, my eyes wandered to the – fortunately – closed door. Soon, I heard Foxy's quick footsteps as he ran towards the office. A second after, he viciously banged on the door. I looked down with a relieved sigh, knowing that he would go away. But no. When I checked the camera again, the curtains were still wide. Not only that, but the sign read 'IT'S ME'. "What –" I managed to stutter, but a hard slam on the crystal startled me, making me fall off the chair. Foxy tried to break through the window. And it wasn't his only attempt.
He smashed the crystal again. And again. I looked behind, Chica was peaking the crystal as well. My breaths came into massive gasps as I looked at the scene. My only thought was that I was going to die there. For my horror, Foxy finally broke the window as he slashed his hook through it. I backed away on all fours, until my back met the wall. Chica soon managed to break the window as well.
Both animatronics entered. Foxy's distorted snarls filled my ears. Nonononono, I thought frantically. No, it can't end like this. It can't. Someone, help me. Anyone. Please. I don't want to die.