The Final Act (FNAF)

Chapter 5

"Ash." He could vaguely hear Sabrina calling his name.
He slowly blinked awake. The cold concrete floor of the security office was digging into his spine. His eyes adjusting to the dim lighting, he propped himself up on his elbows.
"Dude, you totally just wiped out." Lance gaped at him, nervously.
Scowling, Ash shook Katie and Sabrina off if him and stumbled to his feet. "I'm fine."
"You're pale." Sabrina commented, reaching up to brush his hair out if his eyes.
"I promise. I'm okay." Ash tried to reassure her, even though he wasn't so sure himself.
"Maybe we should leave. This place is giving me the creeps." Katie shuddered dramatically.
"Come on! We still have so much to see!" Lance attempted to persuade them.
"Lance, you're brother is sick and we just found out four children were brutally murdered here!" Sabrina muttered, fiercely. "It's time to leave."
As much as Ash wanted to protest, he knew it was no use. Sabrina was strong-willed and did whatever she pleased. There was no begging her to let him stay.
"I agree." Katie backed her up immediately, glaring at Lance the whole time.
They left the horror stimulator with heavy hearts, thinking about the news they had just discovered.

"How was your day, boys?" Their mother carved into a piece of chicken ravenously.
"It was fine." Lance answered coolly. Ash nodded his agreement, to his mother's delight. Their father was finishing up work at Fazbear's Fright that night, preparing for the opening.
He and Lance had discussed mentioning the murders to their father, but they didn't want to spoil his pride or make him change his mind about opening the horror attraction. They figured it was best to keep it a secret, although Ash couldn't keep his mind off of it. Something was pulling him towards the building.. He felt like he needed to finish something. But what?
"Ash? Did you hear me?"
Startled, he looked up. Lance and his mother were looking at him expectantly. "Uh.. No. I'm sorry." He shuffled his feet, embarrassed.
Lance rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink, as his mother fussed over how tired he seemed.
"I asked if you were still thinking about journalism." His mother repeated, pointedly, but fondly.
"I think so." He stabbed at his food, uninterested. He suddenly wasn't sure, he didn't want to report about children's murders.. He shivered, frowning.
He needed to go back to Fazbear's Fright.