Piece of paper smeared with red paint hang on the wall . . .
He will come back.
The sound of dripping pain can be heard . . .
He always does.
A beam of light from a flashlight illuminates the arrowlike signs, some of which had attempts at writing on them . . .
We have a place for him.
Buizel sat slumped against the wall, all the arrows pointing to him. He was startled, crying, and desperate, holding onto Kevin's journal tightly. His eyes were wide and bloodshot . . .
FIVE NIGHTS AT BUIZEL'S
Buizel suddenly came in out of nowhere and fires a Hyperbeam at point blank range . . .
Coming Soon