He considered sending a return text.
Something about how Dave needed to
pull the dick out
of his fucking mouth
And then he’d be able to breath.
imagine that.
But while Warin enjoyed taunting Dave.
He wasn’t stupid.
Something just felt off.
That feeling in the pit of your stomach that rested so perfectly between your ribs.
A feeling that shouldn’t even exist in this situation. Dave was just jumpy.
Animatronics coming to life?
Yeah.
Sure.
Clearly Dave was out of his fucking mind. There wasn’t anything wrong.
This wasn’t the asylum anymore. Shit like this didn’t happen.
Stupid looking robots didn’t just get up on their own, and murder the staff at night.
Right?
He was no longer the voice of reason to a certain someone.
Just he, himself, and his own thoughts.
So if logic told him it was impossible, why was he getting up?
Warin carefully shifted from beneath the black-haired girl,
making sure her head was carefully placed onto the pillow next to him.
He brushed fingers through her hair.
This was ridiculous.
And he grabbed the hoodie he had earlier tossed to the floor.
”I’ll be right back.
Friend’s having an issue at work.
Told him I’d stop by.”
Make sure he’s okay.
Ｒｕｎ.
As soon as he was outside, his feet met the pavement in quick successions.
The place wasn’t too far away, and with how fast he could run
It would take a few minutes to get there.
Hopefully Dave didn’t have a fucking heart attack before he got there.
I swear to god, Dave.
If everything turned out to be fine, and just that man’s paranoia..
Well, Warin would determine which side of his face to punch if it got to that.
It was dark. Locked door.
Of course.
That never deterred Warin however.
If he could break out of a hospital, then he could break into a shitty restaurant.
There was a hole tucked neatly under metal boards on the roof.
The staff probably didn’t even notice. Or care.
Maybe they thought no one would bother climbing to it.
Clearly they were stupid.
Warin dropped with little hesitation into the consuming darkness.
Just like old times, right?
His eyes adjusted quickly to the shapes of tables, chairs, and.. curtain’s open.
"Hey!
Where’s the party?
Dave!”
Either you better be alive,
or this better be a god damn joke.
It was during moments like this one where someone's
life would flash before their eyes--all in specific detail as
they flashed rapidly through the mind of the one about to
die. As if they were bringing solace so death seemed more
inviting, than frightening.
In Dave's case, his mind was clouded; muddied by the
thoughts of what to come, instead of the memories that lead
him to this moment. He could feel a hollow, metallic breathing
emerging through the jaw of the creature that held him against
the wall, as if it was humane--but it was far from that; no, no, no--
it was a machine that only wants to put you back into your suit, DAVE.
And then, the lights shut off. And all was left was the glowing
of the other's eyes. The power... Fuck him the power. Whatever
color remained on Dave's face completely dissipated as his blood
ran cold. In the pure darkness, he heard the echoes of the footsteps,
all varying in size and sound... The same footsteps he head in his
nightmares. Though it was the sight of the figure behind Foxy that
cemented his fate, and the actions following only prolonged his fate.
In a flash, Foxy's hook was ripped out of Dave's Jumpsuit, letting
him fall to the ground as Foxy, in a rather unusual fashion, stepped
back. The glowing pair of eyes slowly stepped to the side, still looking
directly at Dave, before another guttural growl of words escaped
the broken jaw.
〖ＡＲＲＧＧ ＭＡＴＥＹ
Ａｖａｓｔ ｙｅ， ｓｈａｒｋｂａｉｔ．．．
ＴＩＭＥ ＴＯ ＷＡＬＫ ＴＨＥ ＰＬＡＮＫ.〗
A soothing lullaby song was played as a death march, as the forever
grinning face of Freddy glowed brightly as a beacon. How could such
a stupid face garter so much fear from him? He could just remember
the first day joining the job how he visibly m o c k e d the machine and
it's get up.
Maybe that's why it's mad--
The thought was interrupted by a single coarse hand wrapping
around Dave's thin neck. Oxygen immediately cut off to his brain,
forcing Dave into another futile struggle. The glowing face of Freddy
smiled endlessly at him, as, just as Foxy, a rusted, rather jovial voice
rung out of the animatronic.
『Ɉ-Ɉ-Ɉ
ɈᵾSŦ ɌɆMɆMɃɆɌ KƗĐS
ɎØᵾ ĦȺVɆ ŦØ ĦɆŁⱣ ŦĦɆ
ᵾNFØɌŦᵾNȺŦɆS
ƗNŦØ ŦĦɆƗɌ SᵾƗŦS』
Oh, how unfortunate indeed; especially leaving that same unfortunate
to only muffle a scream loud enough to echo the halls. But, that
same unfortunate had blasted luck, and the echoes of another's
voice came through the halls almost as a response to his.
〚"Hey!
Where’s the party?
Dave!” 〛
"F-FUCK--!" He tried to mutter among fading in and out of
consciousness, trying to yell it loud enough for Warin to hear. It was
enough to get the machines to look back to where the voice
came from. The grip around his neck remained unchanging,
but the animatronic's head remained turned. Along with Foxy that
stood motionlessly.
Why was Freddy stuck there?
A single glance to a clock attached to the wall was the last thing to
catch his glance. The wonderful clock stood at 6:01 AM exactly, and
the light that illuminated Freddy's face went dim, as the machine
slowly shut down. The grip slowly loosening with each passing second.
At that point, he wished he could breath a sigh of relief.
Once he fell to the ground again, everything went black.
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