I froze. My scream echoed in my mind repeatedly as questions flooded in, drowning me. Confusion turned into terror. Terror turned to panic. My throat felt like it had a thousand cuts, and my stomach twisted like a rollercoaster. My breath became a shaky mess.
I needed to get out of here. If I looked at Robin's bloody head, I was going to make an even bigger mess.
I shot up from the floor and immediately became dizzy. The room soon became a watery mess as I finally felt tears stream down my face. I tripped and stumbled over myself, reaching for the dorm room. I wanted to call for help, but something told me it would be disastrous.
Nobody else was here except for me.
I knew I'd be the one blamed for Robin's death.
I finally reached the door, observing my surroundings in the dimmed hallway. I remembered the hallway being much brighter than before.
I turned left in the direction of the nearby elevator. I felt like passing out on the spot, but my body remained alive. I was able to call the elevator. I hugged myself as I waited, trying to catch my breath. Then something caught my eye to the right of me. At the end of the other side of the hallway, a tall, dark figure waited.
Its eyes stared me down—A stare with malicious intent. It was an exoskeleton. The exoskeleton's hands were covered in something. It was dark red—Robin's blood.
Soon, the tears stopped. Instead of grief, I felt furious. In that instant, I wanted to run to it and dismantle everything from its robotic limbs. I wanted to tear its head off like it did with Robin. I wanted to snap his metal back in half.
I wanted it to scream in pain.
It looked at me like it was taunting, maybe even laughing. I could hear the laughter coming from that stupid robot.
Whir... Ding!
But I knew I didn't have the strength to do it. I was far too weak to break metal. My anger alone can't give me the strength I need.
hhhhhelpZZZZZkkkkuuussskkhh—
I reacted quickly to the noise that erupted from the elevator.
The elevator had Freddy, who stood inside.
No! This can't be! I thought. How was this possible? It must be a hallucination.
I blinked to confirm it was true. However, Freddy still stood there, towering over me with his white, glowing eyes.
Whirr! Thud... Thud... Thud...
Freddy began walking to me. I knew that I needed to get out of here as soon as possible. I dashed to the left, avoiding Freddy. I quickly sprinted down the hall until I reached the fire exit. Opening the door, I began making my way down the steps—careful not to trip over myself. I wasn't furious anymore—I was in survival mode now.
After climbing down the long staircase, I made it to the door that led to the main campus area. I burst through the door, adapting to the bright light. Immediately, something about the area wasn't right. At all.
I looked around frantically for any sign of life, but nothing. All that was heard was the humming and whirling of nearby electronics and an occasional flicker of light.
Suddenly, Freddy appeared beside me, nearly causing me to trip to the floor. I regained my composure and ran across the room, where the exit signs directed me. As I turned the corner, Bonnie stood at the main exit of the college, blocking my escape. Freddy eventually caught up and blocked the other side. However, I wasn't going to be trapped. Not today.
I ran past Freddy, nearly avoiding his attempt to grasp me. I soon approached a nearby door, which I assumed would lead to an alternative exit. However, I spotted Foxy through the door's glass panel, stopping me in my tracks.
"Damn it!" I muttered under my breath. I was surrounded. I turned back around to find Bonnie and Freddy getting closer. The only option I could think of was the staff office that was to the right of me. Surely there's an exit there, right?
I reached over to the door labelled "Staff Only" and twisted the knob. It wouldn't budge. I jiggled and tugged on the knob, even slamming my arm into the wooden door to force it open. It wouldn't open.
Freddy, Bonnie, and now Foxy were a couple of feet away. I had to act now, or I would die right here.
Once more, I tried again. This time, the door clicked open. I felt a moment of relief as I barged behind the door, only to be met with Chica standing behind it—wiping the smile off my face.
Ha ha...ha ha!
I turned to face the animatronics behind me, finding that the distance between me and them was now far too close for comfort—close enough for me to be unable to slip through them.
I couldn't do anything except back up into a corner like prey. My lips began to quiver. My bones rattled, and I was overwhelmed with fear. My heart felt as if it would leap out of my body. My breath became raspy, and I felt the hairs on my arms stand up, sharper than a needle. As I crouched to the floor, I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I shouted, burying my face into my knees as my tears soaked them. It didn't matter how much I cried—This nightmare was going to keep going for eternity. It seemed like the only way it was going to stop was if I was dead.
Ha ha! Michael! Ha ha!
I felt a hand grasp my shoulder. Naturally, I tried to pry it off of me, but it was held on firmly. I attempted to remove the hand in retaliation, but it felt soft. Soft like a human's hand. I looked up to see who the culprit was. It was Pat, the police officer from the other day.
"Mike! Are you okay?" Pat said, grasping my other arm. Suddenly, the surrounding area returned to normal. There were people again, except they were looking at me. The looks they gave me—They think I'm a lunatic. In fact, the looks were of disgust, worry, and concern all in one.
I lifted my hands to see the familiar white color and unique patterns. Instead, I saw that my hands were covered in blood. It's no surprise they gave me strange looks.
Am I really going insane?
Is everything a hallucination?
"Are you alright?" Pat asked, his voice startling me. I looked at Pat to find his face filled with worry. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he understood me. It was like he read my entire story while remaining skeptical. The salt of my tears stung as it dried on my cheeks.
"What happened?" Pat asked again, looking at my bloody hands. I stared at him with terrified eyes.
"Upstairs. My friend... He's..." I uttered. Without another word, Pat immediately stood up and dispersed the crowd.
"Everyone remain calm, and please clear the area. Someone please call the paramedics or just emergency services in general."
"It's too late—He's already dead." The crowd whispered and gasped as I said those words. Even Patterson looked at me with shock.
"And this had to happen on my day off," Pat muttered under his breath.
***
The college temporarily shut down because of what happened in the dorm room. I was asked questions and interrogated, but they still couldn't find evidence of who it could be. Surveillance cameras didn't catch anything, the doors didn't log any type of entry, and there were no DNA traces except mine and Robin's. I was let go on the pretense they would come back and ask questions again to clear things up.
The college provided me with an apartment I could stay in for now. The police gave me my belongings after they thoroughly checked them. Thinking more about it now, I think it would've been more suspicious if I never reported it because I was the only one there. I'm glad I "bumped" into Patterson—Otherwise, things would've gone poorly.
The police asked me time and time again who killed Robin. Knowing who did it, I still said, "I didn't know." It wasn't like they were going to believe me that a robot from an old restaurant killed my friend. In fact, they would probably make me see a therapist. Maybe even worse, they would put me in the white room. It still doesn't change the fact I know who it is. Even then, what would they do with that information? Shut the robot down? For all I know, it could be possessed like the others.
Which brings another question to the equation: was the robot able to produce hallucinations? If the robot could produce hallucinations, it would be impossible to shut it down. Hell, maybe burning it would do the job.
I paused to check the time on my phone. It was late, but I had one hour to decide whether I would spend two more nights at Freddy's. The option kept spinning in my head as I slowly fell asleep. The day has been so chaotic that I haven't been able to sleep a wink. I wasn't sure how long I slept for, but it was already 11:00 PM according to my phone alarm.
This time, Cassidy didn't teleport me to her. It seems like she really doesn't have control of it. Either that or she just wanted me to sleep. Besides the point, my decision to work at Freddy's was final. I was going to work there for two more nights, and then I'm out for good. I might as well collect the tapes while I'm at it. I don't like to leave work unfinished.
I got up from my bed and readied myself for another night of terror.
***
Freddy Fazbear's Pizza
11:30 PM...
I arrived at Freddy's, parking my car in the usual spot. As I got out, the chilly evening air hit my lungs, giving me a refreshing sensation. However, as I approached the pizzeria's entrance, an unsettling feeling quickly replaced this refreshing sensation. Every inch of my body screamed at me to leave this place. Freddy's face plastered on the doors looked intimidating and taunting. It felt as if they were mocking me for coming back for another night.
I ignored my senses and entered the restaurant anyway.
The door creaked as I pushed it open. The familiar scent soon hit me. A scent of dread. I reached the dining room and began planning where I should search for the next tape, which reminds me that I never watched the previous one. Well, I didn't have the tape player after all. I wonder if they confiscated it.
I snapped out of my thoughts and made my way to the employees-only room. It was a possible tape location. I mean, after all, I did find the first tape there. I entered the room, finding the area to be nearly identical. Except for the exoskeleton missing from the table. The only thing present on the table was smeared blood with yellow numbers placed next to it. It looks like the police got to it first. But aren't they supposed to guard the place? I mean, it'd make sense since it is a crime scene still. I should probably get out before they suspect me of tampering with evidence.
I ruled out the employees-only room and began searching elsewhere. I searched the locations where the tapes had been previously stored, in case I had overlooked one. However, I found nothing. It was already 11:50 PM, and I was running out of options. I didn't want to go back to the kitchen, so only one location remained that I could think of.
The bathrooms.
I mean, it was the only place I hadn't searched, and it was a place that had a camera for some odd reason. I entered the main hall that divided the restrooms from the dining room and found myself with two options.
The boy's or girl's restroom. Naturally, I was going to check the boy's restroom first.
A horrible stench immediately hit me as I opened the boy's restroom. Seems like no one did plumbing in a while. It stank, carrying the metallic scent of copper—Just like Robin's room. Before opening the stalls, I bent down to check if anyone was in them.
All of the stalls were occupied.
My stomach lurched discovering this. The presence of a rotten smell, the metallic scent of copper, and the fact that all the stalls were occupied indicated something troubling.
It only meant one thing—
I opened the stall closest to me and found a body sitting on the toilet. Its head was missing. Like Robin's. I looked away, preventing myself from throwing up. Sweat dripped down my face as the images of Robin flashed through my mind. My hands shook, and my heart thumped hard to the point where I felt like it was going to tear through me. My knees buckled, but I stood my ground.
Each stall revealed the same nightmare, each with brutal, macabre creativity. Flesh twisted and torn in different ways that made every horror movie look like child's play. Flies swarmed, maggots gnawed, and the stench of copper engraved itself deeper into my memory. I couldn't do it anymore.
The disturbing part was that all of them wore police uniforms.