Le Marionettist
apologix The drive back from another harrowing night in the hellhole known as Fazbear's fright was a exhausting one for the lone night shift guard, as his tired eyes stared out at the open road ahead. The morning sun yet to peek through the dark sky, and it won't for the next couple of hours given the season's weather. The guard was almost at his campus when a flash of light warned him of the approaching emptiness of his gas tank.. He sighs, pulling over to turn into the closest gas station by the freeway. After a moment of driving, he pulls into a old gas station, the kind you have to walk up and order the gas amount you needed. A second of shuffling around, he steps out of the car, wallet in his hand, ready to order when a piece of paper taped to the window greets him: Station closed; Family Emergency, we apologize for this inconvenience. A muffled grunt of annoyance slips from the guard's mouth, who turns around and heads back to the car.....
