FNAF: Security Breach

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"Bring him to me alive? Understand? I don't want anyone to think you are a loser. Right?" "N-no. Of course, I'll bring him alive. I won't lose. I never lose!" A loud stomp could be heard outside of the photo booth. "Lovely~ Now, get to searching. We don't exactly have all night, Roxanne." An audible growl was heard as the loud stomps walked away. "Everything is coming together. You'll soon be able to rise again." He peeked out the curtain to see her swoon to the side. Her ears drooped to the side. "Oh, the many things I will accomplish tonight~ Oh wait, apologies master, what we'll master. Or what you'll master, m-master." 

He watched as she stammered and glitched out as she skipped somewhere else and was soon out of sight. "Roxy?" He said in a hoarse whisper. What did she do to her? He couldn't imagine the amount of pain she was in. "I hope she's ok." He crept back into the booth and contemplated what he should do.

Should he go on with Roxy's plan to head to their rooms?

Or head somewhere else? But where can he go? He doesn't know the layout of the entire building. He probably gets lost again. He sat there for who knows how long. He was becoming more scared by the minute. Tears sprang in his eyes. "Momma, I want my momma." He sobbed.
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(A/N: I kind of think that Vanny and Vanessa are different people even though it's confusingly canon they are the same. So bear with me.)

She leaned her back as far as she could. Reaching her arms tied behind her back as far as she could. "Gah! C'mon just a bit further! Ugh!" She collapsed. "Stupid bunny! Stupid job! Stupid argh!" She kicked her tied legs forward, hitting the empty supply boxes. Only to kick up dust. "Fuck!"

She lay on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. Taking in heavy breaths. It was cold in that room. Why was it cold? She needed to get out of there and fast. "Think Van, think. What can you do? You are tied up by some freakshow rabbit and locked up in a room with murdered bodies."

She then noticed a piece of broken shrapnel sticking out of one of the metal racks. The problem was it was near Miguel's dead body. "Shit." Murmured under her breath.

If that piece of broken metal was the best option she had to get loose. That meant she had to lean very closely to Miguel. "What the hell did they do to you? What the hell is even going on in this place?" She scoots on her bottom and turns herself to lean her arms back.  

"Just a little more..." She dragged her fingers along the floor to the wheels that held up the shelves. Her movements ceased. Her fingers grazed Miguel's cold, wet ones. She thought back to when he would joke with her and have small conversations when she wasn't too busy or better yet, as he put it, "Moody Van". "I'll get her. I promise." She whispered. "I'll make her pay." She shuffled closer to the shelves. Having a bit of difficulty as it was dark in the room. The light overhead was, however, dimmed out.

A few inches closer she was able to cut her hand as she reached for it to pull herself up. The warm feeling of blood along with the stinging sensation of the metal. Grimacing but she kept holding onto it to pull herself and to cut her bonds.  

"You got this. You got this." She repeated to herself. "You'll get out of this. And you'll make that bunny pay!"  Vanessa's arm soon started aching as her arms were moved backward and forward. "C'mon cut, cut, cut, cut...yes!"

She reached her arms forward to pull her bonds on her legs. As soon as she got up she heard a shrilling scream.