"Fuck…who even are these people? Tobie, I know that you just fell asleep, but this is important." April glances back at Tobie as she flips through the cameras, letting out a deep sigh upon the revelation that he is still in a deep sleep. "Damn…there has to be some way to communicate with them. Maybe there is an intercom?" She stands up and leans over the desk, examining it thoroughly before noticing a slight movement in the corner of her eye. "What in the hell?" She turns slowly to find Keanu wriggling and writhing on the floor, looking up at her.
"April, I have to get out of here! WE have to get out of here. It's only going to be a matter of time until we are all dead." Keanu grunts with a now coarse voice before spitting up a globule of blood onto the black and white tiled floor. He opens his mouth in an attempt to speak once again, only to find himself silenced as the entire room is enveloped by an instant darkness. "Oh god…what the fuck just happened? April, untie my arms! NOW!"
"Hold on! No, this can't be happening! We were still at 20%! Crap…let me see if I can turn it back on." April quickly turns around to face the desk, her hands scrambling around the monitor and pressing every button they come across. "Damn…maybe the cord fell out of the wayy or something." April tightens her wavy ponytail before absconding under the desk.
"April, it isn't going to work! The power is clearly off. There's no point in…oh shit! What was that?" Keanu stops wriggling and holds his breath as the padded clanking of footsteps sound off in the hallway. "Fuck! April, help me up. Please! Fucking unbind me already!" The tan boy thrusts his back against the cold wall, his profuse sweating making his dark shirt cling to his body as he maneuvers and twists his way up the cold tiles and to a standing position.
THUD THUD THUD
The footsteps draw closer, growing louder with every second. April whispers a set of prayers under her breath as she prepares to launch from under the desk and grab hold of Keanu. Before she can make the slightest of movements, however, a slow, yet intensely soft tune fills the security office from the hallway near Keanu.
"Keanu; stay still and very quiet!" Whispers the usually energetic girl, trying to make her hushed voice heard over the oddly familiar rhythm pouring into the room. Although nearly impossible to visualize from her position, the sound of what can only be interpreted as Keanu rustling can be heard across the room. The girl shifts focus to where Tobie had fallen asleep, kicking herself for not having the foresight to have woken the poor boy up. She contemplates the notion of making a mad dash to the other side of the room to wake him before two blinding lights peer in through the doorway beside Keanu. The two beams flicker, each illumination outlining what appears to be a brown, cartoonish face.
THUD THUD THUD
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The music grows louder as the animatronic bear steps into the office for the first time in a couple of weeks. The light hum of servos rotating sound as Freddy Fazbear's line of sight focuses on the security chair. Unfortunately for the robot, the lights built into his cold metal eyeballs can only travel so far, just a foot in front of him, to be exact. Freddy rotates his head 180 degrees in the opposite direction, taking a few steps forward as he does. Freddy Fazbear gazes upon the counter in the back of the office, taking in and registering the image of what appears to be a naked endoskeleton lying on the table. Slowly, his hands reach out to pick the skeleton up. It is against the number one rule of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza to be without a suit, after-all. Before he can pick it up, however, the distinct sound of heavy breathing resonates in his audio sensors. Freddy turns around, looking at the doorway that he had entered and takes a step forward. The robotic bear focuses his eyes, looking at the active endoskeleton that is staring him down with an odd expression in its eyes. Could it possibly be…fear? No matter, this one should be easier to recapture than usual; someone tied its arms together.
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"Oh god…oh god; okay. Let's try this out." Keanu mutters under his breath, staring the robotic bear in front of him down with everything he has. He rubs his hands against the metal door in a vain attempt to loosen Tobie's belt. The boy refuses to break the life or death staring contest that he has engaged the bear in. "Good bear…good bear. I'm so close. Just another step or two." Freddy Fazbear's eyes flash once more, allowing him to take another step forward. Keanu's already damp pants flush once more with a warm, wet strain of piss as it travels down his leg. "Shit! No turning back now." Keanu takes another blind step backward into the abyss. Okay, life or death…here goes nothing. Keanu turns to his left and bolts down the dark hallway. Refusing to look back, not willing to make the mistake of stopping that Rose had. He makes a sharp right into the dining hall; passing up Pirate's Cove. Dammit…my flashlight. Fucking Krystal. Keanu touches his clammy hand to the wall on his right, dragging his fingers to guide him to safety. He stares further into the pitch black dining hall, barely able to make three large, noisy figures blocking the restaurant's exit hallway; his eyes having long ago adjusted to the darkness.
Foxy, Bonnie, and Chica all turn around, having heard the rather loud gasp that Keanu had made upon seeing the three of them. The robotic animals each take a step in Keanu's direction, arms outstretched, with Freddy himself rounding the corner.
You have got to be fucking kidding me. Fuck it; time to worm this bitch. Keanu drops to his hands and knees, nerfing the blow when he lowers to his tummy, using his arms to army crawl under the nearest table and bumping his head on its leg. He stifles a scream, unwilling to waste any of his bit of his final breaths on a scream. No sense in coming off as even weaker than his former friends already views him. The sound of all four robots closing in resonates in Keanu's ear as he waits for his fate to most certainly be sealed.
"Hello? Tobie? Danny? You guys here?" Shouts the high-pitched voice of Andrew as he hobbles into the restaurant; followed closely by Jon and Ashleigh.
Before the robots can close in on the wimpy boy, they all turn to face their newly arrived guests.
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"So…this is the place, right?" Shudders Ashleigh as chills run up her spine, staring vacantly at the barely-illuminated restaurant. An ominous feeling weighs down on her shoulders as a brisk wind brushes her ashy hair in front of her eyes.
"Yeah…this is it. Don't worry Ash; you're going to be fine. It's just a pizza place." Whispers the comforting voice of LT as she places her hand on the British girl's arm and smiles, resting her head on Ashleigh's shoulder from behind.
"Heh, alright. You're gonna protect me if something goes wrong, right?" Ashleigh asks with a chuckle.
"I'm only half-joking there…ha."
"Ashy, you'll be safe with me no matter what. Although we could just wait outside if you really don't feel comfortable going in."
"Really? You won't think I'm a coward or anything?"
"Of course not. We're going into what, to you, must be a creepy building in an unfamiliar country, all while surrounded by a bunch of strangers. Hell, you're extremely brave for even flying out here to meet some kid that you only know from third grade pen-pal letters. If that isn't sheer bravery, mixed with a bit of stupidity, then I don't know what is." Latte slides her darker hand down to wrap around Ashleigh's much thinner, more Caucasian one. The girls stare into one-another's eyes; each drinking in the other's intoxicating pheromones. Ashleigh turns to face LT, who in turn inches closer to her, although neither girl is entirely in conscious control of her own actions. Just milliseconds before their lips can meet, however the skinny form of Jon thrashes their embrace; bolting between them and tossing them to either side. He slams his hand against the cold brick wall of the restaurant's exterior, turning around with a smile.
"Ha, I win!"
Isaac and George, both of whom pat their hands on the wall mere seconds later, follow after him shortly.
"Dang, oh well man. You got me." Isaac says, high fiving Jon and looking back at Ashleigh and LT on the floor. "What are you two doing? This isn't the time for a nap." Isaac smirks, giving a chuckle and helping the girls up; knowing full well that Jon had likely knocked them over.
"I'm sorry, did I knock you guys down?" Jon asks with a shrug; rolling his eyes. "Didn't see you there."
"It's fine." Ashleigh says, pulling herself up off the floor and reaching down to help LT up. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'll be okay. So we're finally here Isaac, were we just supposed to meet them inside or something?
"Yeah. Michael should be here soon." He places his hands against the glass, peering inside. " Huh, it's really dark in there. Thank you Andrew, at least we have fully-charged batteries now."
"No problem man. You know that I'll always be here to slap a lid on it."
Isaac sighs heavily, looking at the limping boy. "Andrew…what the heck do you mean by that?"
"I…I dunno, just figured nobody would question me on that. " Andrew clears his throat and regains his composure. "So…is everyone here? Wait, where is Beau?"
"I'm here! Sorry, I got a little lost." The redhead exclaims as she runs to catch up with her team.
"You wouldn't be getting lost if you would just stick around with the group, instead staying to the back like a dunce." Jon laughs a little as he says this, reveling in prodding an already upset Isabeau.
"I'd actually rather not stay around him for a bit…I think we both need to cool down." She looks away, walking toward the building.
"Hey, yo, I'm over here. I can hear every word you're saying." Isaac says, taking a deep breath. "I was about to launch into another tirade…but you're right. Fiddlesticks. Let's just try to refrain from talking to one another till the end of the night."
"Fine by me." Isabeau looks around to everybody in the group with a smile and walks to the doors.
"Ready to get this over with?"
"Why the fuck not? We're already out here." Jon walks beside Isabeau, placing his hand on the other side of the door. "It's really fucking cold out here, and I forgot my jacket at home."
Andrew shifts over to George, taking him to the side of the building while the others are focused on Isabeau and Jon. He huddles in close and looks up at the taller boy.
"George, I've been meaning to ask you…who the fuck is that guy? I mean, I know that it's Jon…but it seems odd. I could have sworn we had someone else with us, or something; a girl, maybe? What doesn't make sense is that I KNOW I'm just being weird. We've been friends with Jon for so many years…but deep down I just don't trust him; you know?"
"Hm…well it is Jon that we're talking about. It's probably best not to trust him, much. Didn't he steal Tobie's signed copy of The Shining once?"
"I think that was Thomas…but that's not what I meant. I just…you don't remember another person in our party?"
"No, I don't. Um. Look, just grab some soda and pizza when we get in there. You might just be freaking out from the lack of sleep."
"I guess…let's go check up with the others then."
The two boys head back to their group just as everyone is preparing to enter the restaurant. Isaac had opened the door and was about to take a step inside, just as Andrew hobbled his way over to the doorway and stood in front.
"Now, now Isaac, my main man, ladies first." Andrew smirks, winking at Ashleigh, LT, and Isabeau as he says this and holding the tall Asian back.
"Andrew, what the hel…heck do you think you are doing?" Isaac asks, clearly at a boiling point and fed up with the much shorter cripple's behavior.
"Well, I'm just saying that I think we should let these lovely ladies go in first. That's all." He laughs, nodding his head forward to the three, understandably uncomfortable girls as they usher into the restaurant's abyss. Andrew follows in suit, with Isaac, George, and Jon right behind them.
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"God it's dark in here…" Ash sighs, squeezing LT's hand tightly as the group makes its way through the dark entrance. A large creak, as if a squeaky cabinet has been opened, emanates from within. The atmosphere of the restaurant is thick, musty, and foreboding. This place hasn't been cleaned in a long while. "Has this place ever passed a health inspection? I can't imagine your state ever having sanctioned this place, let alone allowed it to remain open. God it's cold in here."
"It is, but let's just keep moving. There is no sense in just waiting around; we'll eventually die of boredom if we do." Isaac asserts, casually pushing his way through his friends to lead the pack. The rather large boy touches his hand to the freezing wall, recoiling at its touch, and wiping his hand. "Wow…you're right. Is that muck? That's Fu…frigging gross. Fiddlesticks, this place is filthy."
"I'm sure we'll all be okay." LT sighs, squeezing Ashleigh's hand tighter as the corridor somehow manages to grow even darker. Chills run up her spine as they reach the end of the hallway and are graced with a sickeningly soothing aura emanating from the center of the blacked out dining hall.
"Andrew, you sure this will agree with your allergies?"
"I'll be all right. If it gets too unbearable I could always just head back out. I want to see this…" The cripple sighs his last few words in an uneasy tone; not at all ready for what is set to happen. Just need enough time to find a goddamn payphone. The hell is wrong with you monsters?
The whizzing of servos begins to chime from deeper in the room, causing a wave of quivering uncertainty to wash over the eight teens, as the glass doors further behind them slam shut.
"I…I don't have a good feeling about this." George stutters, rubbing his dark hands up and down his thighs before yanking them back upon feeling a warm, damp area on them.
"Is that…Is that pee?" Jon's ratty nose scrunches as he speaks, a lingering, unpleasant smell gracing his nose. "Did someone piss themselves? Isaac, flash that light over here; did someone actually pee their pants?"
"Probably a lot more useful things for us to do; mate." Isaac responds, turning briefly to shine the torch in the rest of the group's collective direction just as another loud hum sounds off behind them. The tall Asian boy spins back around, briefly shining his light across four large, furry figures standing in the center of the dining hall. He finds himself at a loss of words as his jaw drops and he focuses on the four Animatronic bots that are staring back at them. "F-fuck…" Isaac mutters, the flashlight dropping from his hand and rolling on the floor. He takes a few steps forward, ignorant to the mistake he had just made. "ugh, sorry…Fiddlesticks. Guys, aren't the bots supposed to be on the stage?"
"Uh…of course. Why do you ask?" Latreyana walks beside Isaac, pulling Ash along with her .
"Woah…that's odd." She loudly proclaims. Before LT can say another word, however, Andrew hobbles between she and Isaac; taking charge.
"Hold up, Is- I got this." Andrew says, crouching and picking the flashlight up. He holds Isaac back and steps a bit closer to the brown bear that is closest to them. "Damn Freddy; you're scary right now. Ha guys, check him out!" Andrew touches his bony fingers to the bear's matted and crusty fur, running his hand up Freddy's hard, mechanical body. His lighthearted smile fades as his fingers come across something warm and…wet on the bear's chest. "I-is that…blood?"
"Well Andrew, we're waiting." Isaac impatiently states, looking back at the rest of the party.
"Everything okay Andrew?" Pipes Izzy from the back, slipping her hands into her jean pockets.
Andrew shines the light closer on the bear, before recoiling at the sight of the still-fresh blood that is trickling down the bear's warm tummy.
"The fuck?" The cripple looks back at his party with a worried expression, before feeling his wrist snap.
"Ah! Shit!" Andrew flashes the torch over his now-fractured wrist, to find the mechanical arm of Freddy Fazbear had crushed it in his hand. The light slips from Andrew's hand, dooming all behind him to an almost certain death.
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"That should be good enough." Danny coldly states as he walks back and tugs the lever upward. The concrete room illuminates once more as the humming and buzzing of machinery resumes; restoring life to the power area. The dark haired boy adjusts his pirate cap and steps over the hemorrhaged body of Drew on his way to the door. He turns around, looking the room over once more, before opening said door and stepping into the dining area. Danny clicks his flashlight on once again, shining it around the room, and lingering on the entrance hallway. His pupils widen upon seeing the towering forms of Chica, Freddy, Bonnie, and Foxy. The bots form a semi-circle around the entrance hallway, and they all appear to have a collective interest in said corridor. Curious, Danny takes a couple of silent steps forward; his body crouched to keep from being noticed. He shines his light at the floor, his gaze fixed on the long trail of blood that had presumably been left by his best friend. "Rose…damn." Danny lets out a soft sigh in an attempt to stay quiet. His heavy shoes making it difficult to remain completely quiet, Danny readies himself to make a mad dash to the security office; however is stopped upon hearing a familiar set of voices.
"F-fuck…"
Is that Isaac? Well…I've never heard him curse before. Ha, sweet. Danny quietly walks closer, dragging his hand along the wall. He flicks his light back on, aiming it at the floor by Freddy's feet; now just six feet behind him. Four sets of fleshy legs step out of the hallway, moving closer to the deathbots; ignorant to the horrors that wait.
"ugh, sorry…Fiddlesticks. Guys, aren't the bots supposed to be on the stage?"
"Uh…of course. Why do you ask…Woah…that's odd."
"Hold up, Is- I got this."
The strongest set of legs, presumably belonging to Isaac, takes a step forward, before abruptly stopping and being pulled back by a much scrawnier form with a limp that could only belong to Andrew. What the fuck is he doing? Oh well, at least Isaac and LT have a shot of surviving this, for now. Danny takes a couple steps forward, moving like a wraith on a frigid and dark night; ready to act as soon as necessary.
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"GUYS! HELP!" Andrew cries, trying and failing to wrench his hand out of the animatronic's warm, yet dead grip. Jon, Izzy, and Isaac grab hold of Andrew's wrist, exerting every smidgen of strength in an attempt to pry the robotic hand from their…acquaintance's flimsy wrist. As the flashlight falls from the boy's hand, more clanking and whizzing emits, growing louder as heavy footsteps begin to close in on the seven teens.
Isaac takes a few steps back upon hearing the aforementioned footsteps, instinctively taking hold of Isabeau and yanking her away from the doomed Andrew. Beau lets out a yelp at this action, but is quickly silenced upon hearing Jon let out an exasperated gasp as a purple hand wraps around his throat and lifts him against the wall; all of his friends still oblivious and literally in the dark. Jon feebly kicks his toned legs against the wall for another full five seconds before feeling his neck and windpipe collapse in on themselves as his body goes limp.
"Jon! Are you okay?" Beau yells, vainly trying to escape Isaac's grasp to assist her friends. "Let me go, dude!" The tall Asian boy proceeds to back up, running into George who has frozen in terror.
"George! We need to get out of here! Now!" Isaac yells, loosening his grip on Isabeau. "Beau, help me grab him. I don't know what the heck is going on…but we aren't going to die here. Truce?"
"Truce." Isabeau says, grabbing George's other arm along with Isaac as the two proceed to drag him closer and closer to the double doors. "LT! ASH HEAD TO THE EXIT! NOW!" The redheaded girl barks her very first orders, hoping that her friends will actually listen and escape with them. Just as the two are about to reach the exit, a high-pitched scream sounds off from the dining area. Not Andrew's…no, one that appears to be getting louder by the second. "Isaac! Move to the side!" Isabeau shouts, she and Isaac instinctively releasing George's arms and jumping to either side of him; just as Foxy pounces from the end of the dark hallway.
The mechanical fox hits the lanky black youth like a cement mixer full of bricks; knocking every bit of wind out of him. Snapping out of his previous shock, George begins panting heavily as he tries to scramble out from under the Red-Brown furred robot to no avail. "Guys! Help!" He cries, unaware that Isaac and Isabeau have already left him, having retreated back to LT and Ash now that the exit has been blocked. "I-I have t-to g-get- Ah!" The fox's cold, metal hook pierce's George's' chest; destroying the matchmaker's broken heart.
LT and Ash desperately cling to one-another, petrified by Andrew's banshee-like screams. Ashleigh buries her face into LT's chest for comfort as Chica steps toward them through the darkness. Isabeau and Isaac rush from the entrance hallway, accidentally knocking both girls, and themselves, over. Ashleigh hurries to her feet, touching her fingers along the floor until coming across LT and pulling her up as well. Isabeau scurries to a crouch and does the same for Isaac. Ash lets out a yelp as the dying Andrew grabs hold of her ankle; letting out his final screams and rolling his head back. The four teens huddle together in solidarity; tragically awaiting the inevitable as the robotic chicken closes in.
"Not today, motherfucker!" Danny yells, grabbing hold of Isabeau and LT and yanking them in his direction. "Sup Isaac? Might want to follow me to safety, dude." He yells back, nearly dragging the two girls along with him and turning down the hallway to the security office. Isaac kicks his feet up, grabbing the light that he and Andrew had dropped earlier and following his friends out.
"Ah! W-wait!" Ash cries from behind them. Isaac turns around, seeing the robot chicken closing in behind her frail figure; her leg having been caught in the grip of the now dead Andrew. "Isaac! Help me!" The British girl's typically pale face now filling with red as tears well up in her eyes, as she cries out to their "leader." Isaac looks down the hallway with the flashlight, then back at Ash, to the hallway once more, and then back at Ash before sighing and taking a couple of steps forward. "Oh thank heavens! Thank you Isaac! Grab my hand and…what are you?"
Isaac kneels down quickly, yanking a pocketknife from his shoe-sleeve and walks closer to Ashleigh. The boy slashes the British girl's throat horizontally, turning around and wiping the knife on his jeans with another sigh. "There wasn't any time Ash; at least it won't hurt as badly now. Sorry." Isaac grips the knife tighter and bolts down the same hallway as Danny; slipping into the security office to join his surviving friends.