Chapter 9 - Acrophobia

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"How many people do you think are here?" Jay asked me. We were walking along the paths once again, looking for anyone else that Vanny had taken as well. I had told him what happened to me, being chained up underneath a tent in what was called Bonnie's Friendly Animal Exhibit, and that I had fought a Bonnie built to be an iron maiden. How, afterwards, I encountered Vanny on a screen who told me there were others and I made it my goal to find everyone.

"I'm assuming it's the five of us," I admitted. Jay, Mai, Tyler, and Isaac were my closest friends. Not to mention how the number five could be seen as... nostalgic for Vanny.

"I can't believe it," Jay said. "This is what it was like?"

"Uhm..." I mumbled, "it was a little different. It was actually kinda fun my first few days."

"Really? Why?" Jay asked.

"I got to be with all the animatronics, for one," I said. They were friendly at first. I ate junk food, got to play games with them, and found some interesting pieces of Fazbear Entertainment's history. I didn't remember the exact moment where it turned into something horrendous. Maybe it was when I saw my mom's corpse and realized the danger I was in. Maybe it was when I'd almost been scooped. Maybe it was when I got my concussion and was barely able to walk.

"Hm. Must've been nice with big bodyguards," Jay commented. I awkwardly shuffled. Even with bodyguards, people died. I'd never be able to live with myself if anything happened to my friends.

"How's your arm?" I asked. We still hadn't found a way to dislodge the cage from him.

"Numb," he replied, lifting it up a bit. I guess numbness was better than excruciating pain.

"We'll find some way to get rid of it, I promise," I pledged. Jay just shrugged. He didn't seem to think we could figure it out on our own.

"Where do you think the others are?" Jay asked me.

"I don't know, it's not like Vanny gave me any clues," I admitted. "I found you completely by accident."

Jay sighed, a little distraught. "I hope they're okay," he said quietly.

"Yeah, me too," I murmured.

An uncomfortable silence arose between us. I rubbed my arm and stared down at the ground as we walked. Why did this have to happen? I was just getting used to normal life. I was right there! Why didn't God want me to be happy? It's like a semblance of joy was dangling in front of me, and when I reached out, He took it away. Why did He always take it away?

No, I couldn't blame God for this. I didn't truly believe in God, anyways. I just wanted to use somebody as a scapegoat, but I guess I really only had myself to blame. Vanny told me that I'd seen her soon. I should've known what that meant.

Jay started lightly hitting my arm, trying to get my attention. He made me lose my train of thought and I turned to him. "What?" I said.

"Look!" he shouted, and he pointed up towards a building a little bit in the distance. It was somewhat tall, and we could see the staircase that surrounded it. There were railings entering and exiting the overhang of the building, which told me the staircase was most likely used as a line for some kind of roller coaster. The fact that there was a roller coaster wasn't what was exciting Jay, though. No...

The lights were on.

They lit up the walls, showing a painting of Roxy in one of the carts. There were other buildings and rides around, but they didn't have lights to see them. Something was up with this coaster.

We carefully approached the entrance. It had an arch that wrote, Roxy's Rowdy Coaster. I guess she upgraded from raceway to roller coaster.

Jay and I started walking through the long queue line for the roller coaster. Walls of the tall staircase were littered in decorations of pizza slices, and it led into a round tunnel. It was clear the inside wasn't completely finished, and there were monitors displayed at every turn, which I assumed would play a video explaining whatever the storyline was of this certain ride. There was a low railing splitting the middle of the queue, too, presumably for some kind of fast pass. I tried not to think about it. We just had to find our friends.

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