One Night at Freddy's

These Machines

I stared at Bonnie. He blinked back at me. There was a whirring sound that seemed to emit from him. I reached out to close the door, but a large cold paw wrapped around my arm. My face scrunched up with pain.

"Mike . . . help . . . me," I grunted. I threw my head back to look at Mike, but he was just sitting there, staring.

I tried to reach the door with my other hand, but Bonnie grabbed it too, and I was stuck standing with my arms crossed over each other in front of me. The metal paws gripped tighter, tighter, tighter, until there was a muffled snap. I cried out as my right arm seemed to be set on fire from the inside.

"Mike . . . please . . ." I whispered.

The animatronic pulled my arms to either side, stretching my shoulders far past where they should stretch.

"Stop," I tried to tell Bonnie.

He let go of my right arm and I sighed in relief, hoping it would completely let go of me. He started to step back into the hall, still holding my left arm.

"No, don't . . . Mike!" I called. Mike finally responded and he grabbed my other arm and pulled. Bonnie was pulling too, but he was much stronger than Mike, and he pulled me into the hallway.

I let out a shrill scream. Mike stared at me with this absolutely horrified look. Bonnie pulled me down the hall and Mike disappeared from view. My fingernails scraped across the doorframe in a flimsy attempt to break Bonnie's grip.

Bonnie started to run, really fast. I was gliding across the floor behind him. He turned a sharp corner and my side slammed in to the wall. I desperately tried to suck in a breath when the wind was knocked out of me.

We continued through the building, and I couldn't tell where we were going. We turned right, then left, right, right. I tried to remember the order as we ran down one long hall.

Bonnie stopped suddenly. I looked up to see where we were. At the front of the room there was a large stage that may have looked nice . . . 30 years ago. The wood stage was a dull gray color and strips of wood had completely caved into the interior of the stage. Other strips of wood were filled with holes. There was a lot of mold and rotten food, in every visible corner, in between cracks, around the base of the door.

On the small area of the stage that was still intact stood Freddy and Chica.

'These machines... they have a mind of their own, and they won't hesitate to kill you' I remembered what Mike had said about them. So, why was I still alive?