Path to Another World -FNAF FANFICTION-

Part 2

Craig heaved a sigh. He doesn’t like the idea of recoding the Toy Gang because he knows it’s going to be dangerous, but then again, Jamy has escaped from them a lot more times than he could imagine and saved him when he was near death. It isn’t too bad if he wants to recode them, right? I mean, he’s not the kind of guy to just give up. If he wants to fix the glitch for the sake of safety, then so be it. It’s a good thing anyway, that he wants to do something that could at least make the job easier. But of course, the process would be difficult, at least that was to be expected anyway. But even though, who knows what the result might be? It could either be death while trying to recode their systems, or death by making a mistake in the end. No. Craig shook his head to try and forget about the negative results. Focus on the positives, Jamy can do it, and he will do it. Craig checked his watch; 11:55 pm - 5 minutes ‘till the glitch starts and everything goes haywire. The notebook, which was just sitting on the table, was left open. He was still confused about it. What were those codes for? What does he mean about the path? Jamy doesn’t seem like he’s interested in it at all. Well, at least it doesn’t look like he’s showing any signs of interest. He tossed and juggled the flashlight up and down as Craig looked over the tablet, looking at the rooms and making sure everyone is in place. They were both silent at the moment. 5 minutes of silence. They didn’t talk or even speak up a word. Craig continued to look over the tablet while Jamy replaced the batteries of the flashlight, realizing that the old batteries was already drained out. Somehow, Craig had the feeling of finishing his shift fast. He couldn’t wait any longer, he checked his watch again, hoping that it has already struck 12:00 am, midnight. And it already did. It was already 12 am when he checked his watch. He can hear the clutters of metal which was a sign that the Old Gang has already started to move. When Jamy flashed the hallway, Foxy was to be expected to appear first, and of course, he did. Foxy, the swiftest and probably the most annoying one of all. Always first, always last. Always there no matter what. The sight of Foxy made Craig twitch a little, which surprised himself. Why the heck would he twitch? He was used to Foxy, so what made him twitch? Ah, yes, because the ol’ pirate fox reminded him of his nightmare. Jamy was also surprised when Craig twitched. Craig shook his head as he tried to focus on the job. Getting distracted is one thing you need to avoid when working at Freddy’s, that is if you want to live.

2 am

Craig hasn’t been doing good for the past hour, and Jamy’s getting worried. He was worried about Craig and at the same time, getting caught by one of the animatronics. Just 30 minutes ago, Craig dazed off and almost fainted. He kept asking him if he was okay, but he wouldn’t answer. He was feeling a bit dizzy and sleepy, he was having a hard time to focus. It was clear to him that he was having a headache. Jamy was getting very worried about Craig, if he ever faint then he’d be damned. It’s gonna be hard to avoid the furry asswipes and protect him at the same time if he ever faints in the middle of his shift. “Craig, don’t you fucking dare faint or I will kill you” Jamy shot him a worried look as Craig rubbed his head tiredly but forcefully and wound the music box. As Jamy flashed the hallway, Foxy was there again. “Goshdarn it, Foxy. Go away for fuck’s sake” Jamy mumbled. Jamy couldn’t handle it anymore, Foxy was being such an asswipe. He wasn’t leaving and there’s no sign that he’ll leave any moment now. “Craig! Fuck, wind that damned music box, will ya?!” he is aware that Craig is having a headache, but that music box is just about to faint and he isn’t do anything about it. He needs to wind that music box before it faints. There’s only a matter of time before the Jack comes if that music box faints to its extent.

Craig was just about to wind the music box again, but then pain struck him sharply as he grunted in pain and he pressed his palms on his head. His head was starting to hurt really badly. Craig somehow couldn’t hear what Jamy was saying. All he could hear was a sharp, high-pitched, eerie sound that felt like knives in his ears. He let out a whimper as he dropped the tablet. Both of his hands were now clasping his head very tightly, trying to ease the painful eerie sound that felt like being stabbed in the head. He groaned in anguish. It felt like riding a roller coaster of agony that was looping all over again.