{ Edd }

They split up into two taxis again, heading towards the loacation of the horror house. Edd was worried, because he knew that Sylvia was easily paranoid. He would make sure to stay by her and reassure her if she got scared while they were there.

The attraction was tucked behind a few buildings but still had a lot of attention drawn to it. There were big banners telling passerby about the new attraction.

"What time does it close?" Edd asked Gold, curious at the sight of the sun nearly completely set. The buildings around them reflected the soft orange light.

"Er... Six, I believe. Why? What time is it?" He responded, pulling out his phone to check. His eyes widened. "Oh sweet mother of all beautiful women. It's 5:58!" he shoved the phone in his pocket and jumped out of the taxi the second it stopped, looking around wildy for the other cab which held the girls.

Edd slid out of the car, followed by Freddy and Foxy. "Calm down, you doof. I'm sure we'll get in," Freddy told his brother.

Gold snorted. "Not if we just stand here!" he retorted, then rushed up to the cab that had just pulled up, relaying the news to the girls.

The group hastily made their way toward the buiding, Gold leading, checking his phone every five seconds.

Edd examined the building. It looked old and run-down, but he knew it was new so it must have been given that look purposely to create a more creepy atmosphere. "FAZBEAR'S FRIGHT" was spelled out in big red letteres on the face of the building, blinking invitingly.

Sylvia had caught up with Edd and clung onto his arm, her breathing becoming shallow. "I'm scared," She murmured so quietly he barely heard her.

"It's alright, Silv," Edd assured her, nudging her with his elbow. "I'll make sure nothing gets you."

She nodded and said nothing more.

The lady in front of the building wore a brown shirt and khaki pants. Her age was probably somewhere around thirty five to forty. She had dirty blonde, almost brown, hair that was cut in a side shave, the long side past her shoulders about an inch. Her brown eyes seemed to look black. The nametag on her shirt read "Spring Valence."

"Sorry, just closing," Spring said as the group walked up, her face expressionless and her eyes bored.

Gold slid up next to her, flashing her a smile. He stood at least six inches taller than her. "Don't you think you could, ah, let us slip in, Spring?" He murmured.

Sping rolled her eyes and backed up a step from Gold. "Look, buddy, you're barking up the wrong tree here. Closing. Sorry."

Gold rummaged in his wallet and pulled out a benjamin.

A smirk crossed Spring's face. "You've learned to speak my language, blondie." She swiped the bill from his hand, ignoring his indignant and past-clouded look at the mention of the nickname. "Admission's only 20 bucks for all the kids, but this'll do nicely."

"But wait, why can't the adults go in, too?" Gold asked.

Spring looked up from the bill, her eyes hardening. "Don't push your limits," she warned, her voice low in a growl.

Gold sighed. "Alright. I guess we'll just have to wait for them to come out the back," he said.

"Nope. Since we're closing up, Bud Cawthon the security guard's gonna come out and I'll lock the door for the night." She smacked the keys hanging on the side of her hip towards her back.

"Wait," Chica spoke up, stepping forward. "The kids are going to be in there alone?"

Spring nodded as if she were confirming that the weather indeed was nice. "Yeah, why? Afraid the animatronic is gonna bite their heads off?" After she said this she started laughing.

Once she controlled herself and returned to her normal expression, she sighed and simply said, "Company joke. But really. He's programmed to scare, not harm. He hardly ever comes near the tourists. We call him Springtrap. Ironic, eh, because my name's Spring?" she chuckled again.

"I'm still pretty nervous..." Bonnie said, her voice quiet.

"Nah," Spring said with a wave of her hand. "Forget about it. He won't do nothing. So, you guys ready?"

The kids all nodded hesitantly.

"Wait!"

Everyone turned. A boy with purple hair and a purple hoodie was running toward them. He had on a raggedy black backpack. His hair was unkempt and his clothes looked dirty and worn. There was a small pink-red scar that stretched over the right side of his mouth.

He made it to the group and leaned over on his knees, panting. When he finally could speak again, he shook hands with Spring and all of the kids.

"Hi!" he said, still short of breath. "I'm Percy. I've wanted to come here all week but I got caught up with some things. Do you mind if I go in with these guys?" he asked Spring with a pleading smile.

"Can he?" Elliot asked, beaming and bouncing. "The more the merrier! Oh please, Spring!"

Spring heaved a sigh. "Alright, fine. You guys better make it quick. Sweep through the building. When you make it to the back door turn around and come right back. Got it?" She pointed at each of them in turn and they nodded in affirmation.

Percy beamed. "Thanks so much, miss!" he said as he hugged her. Before she could react he pulled away

A man came out of the open door. His security guard outfit looked overdone and silly. He began to close the door when spring stopped him.

"Hey, Bud!" she called. "Leave 'er open! These kids convinced me to let 'em in."

Bud pushed the door back fully open, walking up to the group. "I'm telling you Springy, you gotta stop lettin' people in after closin'. Boss don't like it very much," he told her, a Scottish accent evident in his voice.

Spring snorted. "Yeah I know. Sometimes I'm just too nice. And stop calling me Springy." She motioned toward the open door and the kids shuffled toard it, Percy trailing behind the rest.

"You kids behave now," she called as they disappeared into the building.