Your work shoes click on the dusty dining floor as you navigate your way to the old kitchen. As the bloody footprints fade into a different creature's, the banging becomes louder. Now it sounds more like the clacking of pans. You grow more uneasy, but decide to carry on. If there are rebellious teens, then you'd have to get them out.
You approach a step-up that leads to a bloody, black and white floor. The tiles are warring down and slowly being painted with more thick blood. As you hop over a pool of water-diluted, red liquid, you grasp a glance of something yellow moving. That must be the teen, you think as you lift up your brighter, handheld flashlight. "Hey, kid! You can't be here!" You yell in an attempt to get back to the night's tasks that await you.
Instead, the yellow flashes again, this time closer. A wave of Italian spices comes across your senses. Someone's baking pizza. The next think you know, all you taste and smell is blood. Your blood. Darkness washes over your body as you feel metal hands carry you away with ease.
The last thing you see is four different animatronics surrounding you in a suit. A fifth teleports in and dumps a bucket of water on you. "You should have been smarter than that," they all say at once as you feel metal start to shift and creak. After seconds, you feel it start to impale your organs. Then, nothing and no one.
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FanfictionYou walk into the dusty building. The midnight moon stops lighting up the room almost too quickly There are visible footprints; to be expected in such an old building. Something isn't right about them, though. - Disclaimer: there are triggers in her...
