Intern {Five Nights at Freddy's Fanfiction}

37) ...make me...

"M-Mike?" I squeaked, gripping his arm tightly. The animatronics never acted like this. Were we going to make it out alive?

"It's alright. They can't get in here." Mike said reassuringly, although I knew he wasn't sure himself.

"I g-guess." I squeaked, digging my fingernails even deeper into his arm. "Ouch." He winced, but didn't tell me to stop.

SLAM SLAM SLAM

"Oh fuck." Mike grunted, flipping back up the tablet. The two of us shook with terror when we realized Foxy was trying to take out all of the cameras.

"If he turns them all off..." I breathed quickly, trying to regain my bearings. The entire room felt like it was spinning. I didn't have to finish my sentence to know the outcome.

"We're sitting ducks." He finished, gripping the tablet so hard the edges began to crack.

SLAM SLAM SLAM

"Uh...M-M-Mike." I stammered, barely able to form words. Bonnie was still slamming his fists against the glass but there was something else going on too. Every time he would make contact with the window a web of cracks stretched farther across it.

"Oh fuck."

SLAM SLAM SL-CRACK

Fragments of glass rained across the two of us at extremely high speeds like shrapnel. I couldn't help but scream and clutch Mike tightly. I half expected Bonnie to be on us in one second but when it didn't happen I froze.

"M-Mike?" I whimpered, opening my eyes. Tears began to drip down my cheeks when I pulled off my glasses to reveal glass particles stabbed through the lenses. If I had worn my contacts my eyes would've been full of glass.

"Ouch." He hissed, gripping my side. I immediately turned around, ignoring Bonnie, to see he had a large piece of glass in his arm. "Oh my..."

"Here. Let me..." I whispered, tentatively touching the sharp edge of it. "No." He whimpered, pulling his arm away.

It took me a second to realize he had blocked that piece and prevented it from hurting me. "I'm sorry for this." I whispered, forcefully yanking it out of his arm.

Mike grit his teeth, winced, and clutched my arm tightly. He whimpered and slowly relaxed as I threw the shard on the floor. "I'm so sorry."

"D-don't apologize." He huffed, letting go of me. I frowned and looked back towards the window. My eyesight sucked, so I had to lean in a bit closer to see Bonnie trying to claw his way into the office.

His fingers were leaving scratch marks on the wooden desk. His red eyes and dripping teeth made him look like a zombie. Mike held his bleeding forearm in his good hand and began examine the scene.

"They're bottom-heavy." He chuckled, looking over at the seething bot. I frowned and looked at him in confusion.

"They can't get through the window because they're not nimble enough. If it were me or you we could've jumped up, but their bottom halves are full of metal so they can't." He explained, wincing slightly as blood began to drip from his fingers.

"The first aid kit." I realized, carefully inching my way over to the desk. Mike tried to stop me but I went for it anyway. Bonnie tried to grab my hair but I was much quicker than him.

Using my reflexes I dodged his hands and gripped the bottom of the box. I was going to turn around when I felt hands on my shoulders. "Mike?!"

AIEEEEEEEEEE

Foxy lunged through the window, his hook careening towards my head. The hands around my shoulders pulled me back just in time for me to see the sharp edge slice through the desktop with ease. The kit dropped to the floor along with my jaw at the realization I could've been killed.