“Nnngh…”
Craig grunted. A sharp pain surged through his knees as he tried to get up, but thepain refused his knees to follow. He fell on the ground from failing to stand up, his body freely lying on the checkered floor. It seems that he collapsed during that point he ran in the Main Hall, heading to the Show Stage. He forced his legs to sit up. It felt like losing so much strength and energy as he lifted his body that felt heavy, and his eyes closed tight from trying to forget the pain that striked through his knees and into his arms. It took a few tries to sit up properly but as soon as the pain faded away, he opened his eyes tiredly, seeing only a glimpse of the checkered floor and his legs. ‘Where.. am I?” his vision was still a bit blurry, but as he looked up slowly, his sight returned to normal. He was in the Show Stage. He must have dazed off and collapsed, hitting the ground hard which might have caused the pain. He checked his watch to make sure that he didn’t just sleep for like an hour or so. 4 am. Shit. Did he really just sleep for more than an hour? He was pretty sure that it was still around 2:30 before he left the office. But if that’s so, then why hasn’t Jamy come for him yet? He should be here already after he deals with Fo—
‘Oh no’
He quickly stood up, a worried look on his face as he faced the Main Hall. The notebook wasn’t there. He looked around, looking for any sign of Jamy or the notebook. Nothing. ‘No’ he whispered under his breath. How could he just leave him like that? And for the fuck of everything, with Foxy? He knew what that Fuck Fox was capable of. For the love of the fuck of everything, he caused the Bite of ’87. How could he just cowardly leave his buddy with Foxy?
His eyes widen as images started appearing in his head, images that he never wanted to see. No, please, not to Jamy, not to his buddy, to his brother, just please not to him. His body froze at the sight of all the things he’s seeing in his mind. He can see Jamy’s lifeless body inside of one of the animatronic suits, he can hear him screaming in pain, screaming for help as his skin was being ripped from the metal, and blood spilt everywhere. He can see them in his mind, but never hoped for it to happen.
‘No.. he can’t be..’
He can feel his hands trembling in panic. There is no way. No way in the ever living fuck would he forgive any of the animatronic asswipes if they kill his buddy that was like a brother to him. Just thinking about it made his trembling hands balling into fists, clenching it tight as anger slowly filled him. They must have brought him to the Jack. Without thinking, he approached the Prize Corner which was just a little walk away from the Show Stage. His eyes filled with worry, but hidden beneath his rage and anger. As he approached the big prize box, he hastily opened the lids of the box, almost tearing it off by the strong force he was exerting. The marionette, or so called the Jack, was awoken from his nap. He looked at him in utter confusion. Craig grabbed him by the neck, lifting him up as he shot him a deathly glare.
“WHERE IS JAMY?!?!” he screamed as he tightened his grip. The Jack was so shocked and surprised at the sudden action.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” the little marionette tried to struggle free from Craig’s force.
“DON’T YOU FUCKING LIE TO ME!! YOU KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!! WHERE IS JAMY?!” he grasped his neck even tighter, the guts in his hands being very visible.
“I-I don’t know!” he had no idea what he was talking about. Craig had just noticed that the Jack’s body was smaller and shorter, nothing the same from the very tall, spindly, and terrifying Jack he knows. His grip slowly loosened, until he dropped the little marionette. He stepped back as he stared at the little guy shivering from fear; a sight he rarely sees. He looked inside the prize box again, and there was no sign of Jamy. Without realizing, the camera in the Prize Corner’s light flashed, not the light that functions as a battery flashlight, but the little red one that lights whenever you check on that room. It lit for only a second, but before it could flash again, Craig was already racing down through the Main Hall, heading towards the Parts and Services room. Despite his rage-filled eyes, he was also slowly welling in tears. He didn’t wipe them, and just let them flow freely as he ran.
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