FNAF: Security Breach

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Gregory held back a sigh as he leaned against the door. Not as heavy as the ones before but he was grateful that it wasn't. Also that it wasn't locked.

Leaning against the door to listen for footsteps or at least her voice. Nothing. It seemed like she wandered off somewhere else. Finally able to breathe he let out a sigh of relief.

Out of reaction, the boy felt his stomach clench and churn violently. Feeling it almost rising to his throat. He was going to throw up. Noting the trash can nearby he rushed over and let all of it out. Cringing at the scent and the burning feeling in his throat. Coughing a bit as he tried to calm down.

He thought of all the horror he had seen in such a short time. The men killed right in front of him and the lifeless bodies of Christian and Jake. Their eyes become lifeless and the blood pooling out of their wounds inflicted by the Bunny.

He can feel her grab his throat and hold his head back as the knife would start to cut into him. The cold blade hitting him and the laughter of the Bunny as she watched him squirm in pain. Gregory closed his eyes to get rid of the images in his head. To rid of the horrible "what if" scenarios.

He wanted to go home. A home where his mother would be. Holding him and consoling him, telling him that it was a bad dream and he's safe in his bed. But he wasn't home. His mother wasn't here with him. And this wasn't a dream. He was in a living nightmare.

Gregory began to shake violently and held himself tightly. The chills of the air conditioning, running down his skin. Small hairs rising in effect. Why was it cold? He thought to himself. The room was full of metal chairs and tables. Boxes of supplies such as streamers, party hats, plastic cups, and plates including utensils. All of the boxes having the Freddy Fazbear pizza plaza logo. All the animatronic characters smiling.

Although nobody was smiling now. The only one who is is a murderer. He can hear her giggling at her actions. Almost enjoying what she has done. Now she was after him. Her laughing it up was scary enough, what will she do to him after giving her a hard time catching him?

Gregory hid behind the leaning walls of boxes and remained still. But couldn't stop the flow of tears in his eyes or the upcoming sobs. He was alone. Alone where nobody can find him. If they do, they only find what's left. His mother doesn't know where he is. Nor will she ever know what happened.

Nobody would. The walls of boxes began to shift and slightly tilt as the sound of shuffling could be heard. Gregory curled up tighter and tried to remain quiet but couldn't stop crying. He was afraid. She found me! He thought. She had found him and now she's going to gut him alive like she did Christian.

Closing his eyes he had one thought in his head "please don't make it hurt"