the family that died due to tradgity and lived on due to insanity

chapter eight

Pov:William

1992

I clench my hand on the bat i hold in my hands. It's time to set them free. I look up at the resturant. I sigh and unlock the door walking inside.

I gather all the animatronics. Taking a deep breath, i raise my bat and smash them. I am hoping this sets them free. Pale ghostly shapes rise from the broken peices. I shudder and drop my bat. One of the spirits lunges at me, its hungry eyes angry and vengful. I stagger backwords. Whats wrong? I'm trying to set them free. The spirits all leap forward at me. I back pedal and bolt, running through the mazed hallways.

Eventually i stop, out of breath. I look up, safe room, the sign on the door reads.
"Well, i should be safe in there shouldn't i?" I chuckle at my joke, pushing open the door and strolling inside. Now i need somewhere to hide.

I yellow-ish shape catches my eye. Oh! A Springbonnie suit! I quickly assemble it around myself and slip the mask over my head. I can wait them out in here.

The ghost float into the room, their eyes searching for me, landing on the Springbonnie suit. Oh god oh god, please don't find me please..

They fly a little closer and i stand up fast, a little too fast. A metal creaking sound comes from the back of the suit, they sound like- i lump forms in my throaght. Springlocks.

The metal bands shoot through my torso, peircing the flesh and slicing the mucle. I scream in agony. The spirits watch as i cry out, springlock after springlock, the blood leaking from my body. The ghost cackle and leave the room as i scream again, a metal bar peircing throigh my stomach.

I cry out for what seems like hoirs until my heart fails and i fall into unconciosness.