A Deadly Run AU《FNAF》

Chapter 4.

The door creaked open. Heavy and tired footsteps were stepping inside. He quickly notices the flowers on the floor. The vase nowhere, the water in it too. A broom and a mop were carelessly nailed to the wall. This seemed strange to him.

"Someone?"

He asked vaguely, meaningless. And if there was anyone, they weren't dumb to talk. He took a meat knife out of his bag. He looked intently to see if anyone was hiding or stealing anything. Everything seemed to be in place, nothing was taken, but..something was not normal. He felt uneasy, walking down the short hallway to the door that needed to be closed. He put his hand on the doorknob with a sigh. It was open now. He was shocked inside, holding the knife tightly in his hand. He pushed open the door, squeaking.

Quiet and quiet again.

He looked at the room through the door. Carefully and anxiously he stepped into the room.

His gaze suddenly became dizzy. A blow from behind his head. After the back. Something coming through his body, numbing the body. He didn't know what was going on. Everything was happening too fast. His knife had been taken from something, which later put his body on the ground. A dubious, sinister giggle came from somewhere. He barely raised his head. A creature he saw coming out of the armchair. His gaze was blurred, a huge echo in his ears, the numbness spreading. He thought he felt blood. He wasn't sure... The person stepped up to him, lowering himself to his level. He could see him smiling.. wearing a mask.. the mask was smiling at him. White, with scratches, with black tears coming from the eyes, rusty red nose, with open blue eyes looking at him madly, with the black smile on the face. It scares his soul...

The man with the clown mask grabbed the back of his neck. He felt like he had claws, sharp nails.. The tip touched the cold skin, lifting him a little.

"Wait..."

The victim's voice was weak. Still shaken by the adrenaline rush of numbness. The lift is much more brutal now.

"Terrance?... Enn wait!"

A voice the wounded man heard, opening his eyes a little. But it was too sharply echoed. All he could do was identify the purple sweatshirt he was wearing. The new person had taken the one with the mask aside from the 'victim', the victim falling with his head and the rest of his body, and as he lifted down, the one with the sweatshirt and mask was walking away. He could barely hear their conversation. His head was hit by a hot liquid. Blood.. his own blood.. Eyes close with fatigue and heaviness, the blood dripping from the body now a puddle. But he didn't stress that he was going to die. Sleeping.

"What was that, Michael?!"

Ennard looked at him through his mask, which hid his anger. Mike breathed a few times, looking at the body on the floor where the dusty, old carpet was stained with blood.

"Is.. is Terrance."

"Who's Terrance?!"

"My big brother..."

The words had come out in longing and hurt. The clown just looked at him questioningly, still adrenaline-fueled and murderous in. He frowned under his mask, stepping into 'Terrance'.

"Enn- "

"He's dead, Michael." He said as he stopped at the wounded man's head.

"Pardon...?"

"Mike, he's dead. He's dead. Like you."

"Wait.. what?"

"Are you really that dumb or is it because of the emotions and the unstable shock you have?!" He spoke coldly, sharply.