Sorry for the cringe
'This means thinking'
Mike's pov:
I feel the cold metal floor on my back as my eyes flutter open. 'Wait....... Metal floor? Where the hell am I?!'
I bolt up straight, now fully awake.
It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room.
When I can finally start making out the shapes around me all I can see is what seems to be metal walls, on either side of me. The metal walls are tall, they look thick. They go in many directions, each wall creating a hall in whatever direction it faces. It somewhat resembles a maze.
'........Wait...... Is this a maze? It sure looks like one. How did I even get here?'
My thoughts are soon interrupted by an ear piercing sound. 'It sounds like metal on metal......'
Then it hit me..... That is the sound of metal on metal..... That was the sound of very sharp metal the walls of the maze.
I freeze. I can't move.....
I'd be able to recognize that sound anywhere....
It's Foxys hook...
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Life fucks with ya...
De TodoFirst off, the cover art is absolutely not mine Second off, I'm not to sure what I plan on doing with this story If the is any trigger subjects, I will be sure to put them here and at the beginning of the story. I'm not planning on any large trigger...
