The Tales Of Ceiller's Pizza Farm

Chapter 2

"It's so cold." Daniel pointed out the obvious. "That is because we are in the freezer now!" Wayde explained. "No wonder." He mumbled, sighing quietly. "Ugh, this place smells like a morgue.." Sunny whined. "It's concerning how you know what that smells like." "Shut up, Leon! You know what I meant!" "Hush! We need to be quiet! Barnabus will hear!" "He's on the other side, we're safe." Marst said, pointing to the locked door. Wayde shook her head. "That lock is too frozen to properly function. He will come through soon. We need to hide quickly." She crouched down to the floor, fingertips brushing against the icy flooring. "Where do we hide? There's practically no hiding places." Asked Kennedy who looked around the room to find at least something to help the group out. "We hide behind the shelves and meat bags, silly!" "OPEN THE DOOR!" Barnabus yelled from the other side. "Quickly! Hide!" Wayde scurried off behind a shelf, watching the five go behind their own shelves intently before the door opened with a loud squeak. "I am tired of looking for you! Stop being such COWARDS and come out!" His tail flicked back and forth anxiously, looking around angrily as he threw meat hooks to the side and out of his way. Kennedy held a hand over his mouth as the Bull walked beside his hiding place, silently alerting Sunny whom was across from him to the Animatronic's presence. A quiet clicking sound repeated every few seconds, stopping Barnabus in his tracks. His Brown ears twitched as he listened to the sound, bright Pink eyes fixing on Wayde as she stuck her head out slightly. He suddenly grabbed Kennedy by his strawberry Blonde hair, forcing him up and off the floor. "Let go!" He yelled, grabbing a nearby meat hook and lodging it deep into its shoulder. It screeched like before, letting go of a now partially deaf Kennedy as its hands immediately shot up to its shoulder. He shouted to his friends something he couldn't hear, running out alongside them and leaving Wayde behind in the freezer. Kennedy could only hear the constant ringing in his ears, tears streaming down his face from the unbearable pain. Blood leaked from his ears, dripping onto his clothes and the floor he ran on below him. They ended up back in the party room, taking a moment to catch their breaths and to ask if anyone was okay. But no one really was.

"Sir, please! I haven't seen my Son since last night! He went to go see some friends, but he hasn't come back since!" "Miss Lockhart, calm down. There could be a possibility he spent the night-" "No! He'd call me if he was, but he won't even pick up his phone! Please, just find my Baby!" She cried, Her Sister comforting her as she sobbed loudly. "I'll do what I can. What's his name, Ma'am?" "M-Marst.." "Alright, I'll try and get your Son back." The Man smiled kindly at her, walking back to his car and driving off. "But where am I going to find him?" He asked himself. "Hey Barnes, I got news for ya'." A voice spoke from the small phone sitting on the dashboard. "What'cha got, Kendall?" He asked his best friend. "I just got another report involving two more missing teens who've also been missing since last night." Barnes furrowed his eyebrows. "When'd you get this?" "Like, seven minutes ago. That's not it though. The Mother said her eldest Daughter kept talking about the old building, you know, that creepy Pizzeria? I'm willing to bet that they went there to cause mischief." She explained. "That's probably the case here." "I bet ten bucks that they are." "You're really betting?" "Hey, we haven't bet in a LONG time, you can't blame me." He shook his head with a small smile. "Fine. I'll report in a few." "Rodger that, buddy." Silence filled the car soon after Kendall had stopped talking, the sound of the tires rolling on the concrete road creating a peaceful atmosphere. It didn't take long for him to pull up in front of the old Pizzeria, parking next to the three vacant cars closer to the building. Barnes got out and looked through the car windows, finding nothing but CD's, food wrappers, and old grocery bags. Barnes gasped loudly, clutching his stomach that ached with unbearable pain and dropping to his knees. Another few sharp pains from his sides took his breath away, blood pooling from his body and onto the gravel. He looked down to his stomach, watching with blurry vision as his intestines spilled out of the gaping hole that was created on such a short notice. Barnes didn't have time to react when he felt cold hands wrap around his neck from behind, his lifeless body falling onto the ground as blood sprayed from his head held by the stranger, a permanent horrified expression painted on his face as it was thrown to the ground. The stranger walked over his body over to the small car, pondering for a moment before picking the head up once more and placing it on the passengers seat. They got in the drivers side, taking a moment before turning the car on and driving off away from the Pizzeria.