{ Bonnie }

Five minutes passed. Ten. Twenty.

The five adults were standing around, chatting idly, while the children explored the horror house. Bonnie unconciously checked the door every few minutes, waiting for the children to return. After half an hour, she began getting anxious.

"Er..." she tapped Spring on the shoulder, trying to get the dirty blonde's attention. She turned and raised her eyebrows questioningly. "Uh... how much longer do you think they'll be?" she asked in a small voice.

Spring just shrugged. "It depends on how fast they walk, how many breaks they take, how long they mess with the lamp, y'know," she responded, her tone indifferent.

The lamp? Bonnie wondered. Why would she take messing with a lamp into consideration?

"You don't think maybe something's wrong?" Bonnie asked in an unsure tone. The others had stopped talking to listen to her, because she had a history of being dead on about most things.

She shrugged again. "Why? What would be wrong?"

Bonnie shrugged this time. "I don't know, maybe, uh, the door got locked, or someone fell and got hurt, or..." she trailed off, seeing she wasn't convincing Spring in the slightest.

"They're fine, doll," Spring assured her with a slap on the back. Bonnie still felt uneasy. She wandered away from the group, treading lightly with her small feet.

The building loomed in front of her as she progressed toward it. It was intimidatingly creepy, reminding her of the pizzeria that was back in South Carolina. She had figured out that this attraction was based on that old pizzeria; apparently something else happened with the animatronics besides what happened with the gang and Gold.

Orange light lazily stretched across the door to the building. The sun was nearly set and Bonnie knew that it would get dark shortly. She wanted to get home. This place was creeping her out.

She tried the door, planning on just sticking her head in and calling for the kids to make sure that they were okay. The door didn't open. Bonnie pulled. It was locked.

"Hey, you aren't allowed in there!" Spring's voice caused Bonnie to jump and turn on her heels to face her. She had her hands on her hips and she was looking at Bonnie dissaprovingly.

Bonnie said nothing, but pulled at the door again, keeping her eyes on Spring. "It's locked," she said, fighting to keep calm. Why was it locked? Spring hadn't locked it and they had left the door open. Come to think of it... "Why's the door closed in the first place?" she asked as Spring tried to yank the door open.

"It's not supposed to just fall shut and lock itself. Why is it doing this?" Spring asked, almost to herself. She felt on her belt loop, looking for keys. Her eyes widened and she cursed under her breath, then looked up at the door with an expression of horror.

"What's wrong?" Gold asked as the others drew closer to Bonnie and Spring.

"Why can't you open the door?" Freddy asked.

Spring swallowed, her eyes as wide as saucers. "My keys are gone."

The tension was so thick, Bonnie was sure she could slice through it like butter.

"Did they fall off?" Chica asked, searching the ground around them.

"Did ye leave them somewhere?" Foxy prompted, scratching his stubble.

Spring let out an odd, high-pitched nervous laugh. "No, no I didn't. Someone stole 'em. Somebody stole my keys!" her voice was rising in fear. "And the kids are all in there! With-" she stopped and let out a noise of distress. "With Springtrap."

She whirled around toward the sun, which was now almost completely sunken behind the horizon. Her chest began to rise and fall more quickly and she started raking her hands through her hair. She started using every curse word under the sun.

"What? What's wrong? I though you said Springtrap doesn't go after people?" Freddy asked, trying to calm Spring down.

Spring shook her head, barely able to speak. "N-not during the day he doesn't. But at night..." Tears started pooling in her eyes as she started all-out panicking.

"No, no no no!" Chica wailed. "We have to help them!"

"I'm calling 911," Bonnie said, searching in her small blue purse for her phone.

"No, please don't!" Spring whined, putting her hand over the device. "They'll file a law suit against us and we'll lose the attraction!"

Bonnie felt anger rising up in her throat, threatening to choke her. "What's more important?" She yelled, shoving Spring's hand away. "Our children or your precious building?!"

Spring stepped back and started biting her nails, not saying anything.

Everyone lapsed into silence as Bonnie dialed 911 and held the phone up to her ear. She was eerily calm as she waited for the operator to pick up. All she had to do was not think about the bad things that could happen, and she would be able to keep it together. Everything was going to be alright.

Right?

{ Edd }

Noodles might as well have replaced Edd's arms at this point, because that's what they felt like.

Carrying Sylvia and trying not to panic was really starting to sap his strength. But his sister needed him, so he kept holding her.

"What are we going to do?" Elliot asked, her voice trembling.

"We have to find a way out," Edd said. He knew he was stating the obvious, but what else was there to do?

Skylar nodded. "Belle, Elliot, why don't you guys sweep the building for any windows or doors we might have missed? I'll try to open the door. Edd'll stay with Sylvia and make sure she feels safe," she said, her voice strong and authorative.

"Are you sure? I'm thinking maybe we should stick together..." Elliot mumbled, ttwiddling her thumbs. Edd could tell that she was more scared than she let on. He couldn't blame her; he was starting to panic as well.

"No, that won't solve anything," Belle chimed in. "We have to find a window or something. We have to get out of here."

"See, that's the thing about getting out of here," a voice came from the shadows. The five whirled around to see Percy emerging from the hallway. His purple hair was messed up and his dark eyes looked black as they shone with amusement. A smile stretched wide across his face. He chuckled.

"You can't."