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❆~Night Four, and Sherbet was a tad shaky on things, the camera being checked several times, along with the doors…and a hissing breath every time something went on in the kitchen. He was slowly starting to hate the game and whoever made it, because not only did he have to worry about the duck, the fox, and the rabbit, he had to worry about the one called Freddy. Yes, the bear. The others were out, but that bear…it wouldn’t come if the power stays, right? Sherbet was musing things about, getting almost paranoid as he kept checking the doors and camera, hoping NOTHING WOULD COME—- Well shit, Foxy’s coming.
He shut the doors, poked the lights once in a bit and after much relief of finding no animatronic, opened the door again which he hurriedly closed when he had the feeling another was nearby…after about several painstaking, paranoia filled, nearly heart attack inducing hours, that damn theme played like a choir and Sherbet had to keep from screaming yes and throwing the mouse against the wall. He hated this game more than ever, but there was still more to do…
He had finished Night 4. He nearly had a heart attack about five times, get scared quite a bit and was needing to calm down quickly before the next night.
❆~The final(?) Night, and one that game him bit more relief because IT WAS GOING TO BE OVER….or so he thought. There was a lot of Sherbet screaming, his wings becoming a ruffled mess, and a lot of cursing after the time was done. He hated every aspect of this game and he was showing it in every fiber of his being. This game needed t go to hell, and he would be the one to send it there. I wonder if Flamey sent this as a way to get me off his back….the meanie. He was on the route of blaming people.
~”I’M GOING TO BEAT THIS THING, YOU LITTLE—-oooooh. It’s…done. FINALLY.”~
His relief was short lived, because there was the option of a 6th night on the main menu that he got to after the credits and finalities were done. He took it like a man, and dove right in, spending time leaving NOTHING unturned. Those animatronic bastards weren’t going to scare him! Yeah right, he had to steel himself for himself to even keep playing!
After the grueling hours in the game, he wondered if it would finally be over, glaring at the screen with the flush to his face, and wings so ruffled that they would need someone to calm him down to get back to normal. This game was now becoming his BANE, and he was sure that someone sent it to get him to hate his demonic obsession.
❆~Completing Nights 5-6 and his nerves becoming frayed, he saw….Night Seven. Why not do it, just get it over with already! This game is horrible and mean! He went on and found that he could change the levels of the critters, being an asshole and putting all of them to 20. Seemed fun, right?
Within minutes of even starting, lots of noise occurred, including half the castle being frozen and in icy hell while what he played on was now a mess of wires and plastic, the angel still CRUSHING IT WITH SLABS OF ICE THAT SLAMMED ON IT. He was DONE. He was NO LONGER TAKING IT. While he did this, he was shrieking loudly, almost enough to awaken the most sound of sleeper.
~”I’M DONE, NO, WHY WOULD SOMEONE GIVE THAT POWER. I HATE YOU I HATE THIS IWANTITGONE!” ~
At this point, he was going to possibly need to find whoever game him this so he can make them S U F F E R.