Five Nights at GameGrumps -#Wattys2015-

Chapter Ten: You Can Never Leave {Night Five}

My heart is pounding against my chest, any harder and it may just burst out. I have a ton of questions circling and spiralling around my mind; did Jon really die? Was that blood on the walls? What happened to Holly? I know the possible answer to two of those questions but the last one still puzzled me. What if Holly was, dare I say it, dead? Then what would happen? I would have to suffer through this night myself with no help and no one to talk to apart from myself. I'll admit that it was nice to have Jon in here with me but after finding out that it was him that killed the Grumps... I wouldn't have been able to stay in the same room as him. Not because I'm scared that he would kill me, I just can't stand liars. He lied to me straight to my face and that still bugs me, more than it should. I have bigger problems to deal with yet I'm worrying over a liar?

I'm not sure as to why I stayed here all night and day, I don't think I could manage walking home just to come back here though. It was silent here and it was strange. I'm used to the loud bangs, the screams, the scratching. During the day it's like a completely different place. The air is still and the building is silent, there's no scratching; only silence. It was peaceful and I suppose that I preferred it to the noisy surroundings over at my apartment but no matter what, I still wouldn't live here. Not that I would have a choice anyway, the place is getting torn down tomorrow. I wonder if the Grumps know that though? Do they know that they're gonna die? Again? I feel bad for them, I wish there was a way for me to help them out but I'm only one person. Plus once the authorities find out about Jon, they'll tear this place down for sure.

It's nearly twelve and I feel a mixture of sadness, happiness and anger burning inside me. I'm happy that this will all be over soon but in all honesty, my life will never be the same. After everything that I've seen over this week, I will never be the same man that I was when I first stepped foot inside this place. It's changed me but not for the best, for the worst. I wish that I had never read that news article on this place, I wish that I had never taken this stupid job, I wish that I could just go home and live out my boring and normal life, just like everyone else on this godforsaken earth. Every time I enter this place, I'm never guaranteed all my limbs at the end of the night; forget that, I'm never guaranteed that I'm even going to live until the end of the night.

It's approaching twelve now and my palms are sweaty. I continuously wipe my hands against my shirt but it doesn't make a difference so I give up. I look down at my watch and watch as the seconds and minutes hands slowly approach twelve, only a few seconds left now. Five, four, three, two, one... Shit.

As soon as it hit twelve, the feeling of sheer terror was erased when I heard the phone ring. I quickly jump over to it and answer it. I hear an all too familiar voice at the end of the other line and a wave of relief washes over me.

"Hello Mark," Holly speaks; but something's off. She didn't sound as cheery as she had been normally throughout the other nights; it sounded as if she was being forced to speak.

"I can't speak for long but I want to prolong this conversation because once I hit the end button, they'll kill me." Holly says. I hear the sheer terror in her voice though she masked it well, I manage to hear through it. "They found me and if you're not careful then they'll find you too. I just hope you are safe though because I don't want anyone to die because of this tragedy."

"When the night is up and if you're still alive, I want you to pack your stuff and go find someone. You know who I'm talking about, right? I'm talking about... Kevin." Holly whispers Kevin's name lowly, I guess that she didn't want anyone to hear that. "I left you his address in the book you found the other night, please look closely at the newspaper clippings. Tonight will be the toughest, I can't hide that."

"Please make sure that you survive the night though. I'm counting on you, you're our last hope Mark. I need to go now... I'm sorry that I couldn't be of more help to you. At least... At least I get to meet my friends again, that's the only plus side to this. I guess this is goodbye now. I'm sorry." I hear a loud gunshot and the line goes dead. I stare down at the table and slowly put the phone back in its cradle, unable to comprehend what just happened. I guess I answered my first question then.

"Come out Mark. Come play." Barry taunts as he sits outside of the door, just waiting for the moment that I let my guard down. I moved some of the office furniture in front of the door just in case of the event that the door gave way because it's been close to giving in a few times. It stays silent for a few seconds then boom! I turn around in my chair to see a metal fist pound through the door and then retract back. I stare at the gaping hole in the door and gulp as I wait for what was yet to come. I watch as a metal head pokes through the hole in the door and stares at me with its cold dead eyes, I couldn't help but stare back.

"You're alive... Th-That has to b-be fixed. No-no one can leave al-alive." Barry says in his broken voice. I feel my body begin to shut down as I frantically try to find the best way out of the predicament I find myself in but the only thing that springs to mind is run. There's nowhere to run though, I think to myself, except for one way. I raise my head up again and look at the door that Barry was trying to get through. I need to run through there.

I prep myself for the possible suicide attempt I was about to go through, was this really the only way out? There's no way to hold off until the morning though in this office, if I stay here then I'm basically fresh meat. I have to run as fast as I can and I need to break my way through the remaining bits of the door. Three, two... I get myself into the prime running position and quietly whisper "one" to myself and I begin running against my body's will. I crash through the door while using the couch as a boost up and smash through Barry's defences. I see him raise a claw up to me but it was too late for me to stop and I feel the metal rip through my flesh. I've no time to stop and fix myself so I have to keep running. I have to find somewhere safer.

I hear the dreaded footsteps behind me and that's when I know that I'm being followed. I then hear another set of heavy footsteps and I panic internally; I know that Barry is following me but who else could be there? I have no time to turn around and check so I push the thought to the back of my mind and I throw myself into the closest room to me. I quickly scramble to my feet and lock the door and press my back against it to give it extra support. At this point I didn't want to give in, I wanted to make it until six am and make sure that Holly didn't die in vain.

I check my watch just like I had been doing ever since I ran into this room. The time read four-fifty nine am and I was counting down the minutes until my freedom. It finally hit five am after what seemed like years and I now only have to survive for another hour until I can leave. This place will get torn down and everyone still inside it will perish along with it. They might be building apartments on this soil but who would want to buy a place where numerous murders occurred? No-one in their right mind anyway.

Barry and the other Grump left a while ago and at this point, I've only got the other to take care of. I left my stuff in the Game Room so I didn't have my flashlight, my notebook or my monitor. I only had my watch and myself now. I had forgotten about my flesh wound until it began to hurt again so I pull up my shirt and inspect how deep the wound was. It was pretty deep but the bleeding had somewhat stopping and the only thing I had to stop it from bleeding was my hand so I press my hand against it and try to stay silent as I feel a searing pain shoot up my left side as I touch the wound. I immediately regret my decision but I didn't have long left now.

Five fifty five am. It's so close, I can taste the freedom, the fresh air. I should probably go home and fix myself up and sleep but this nightmare will be over. In five minutes, I can go home.

Five. Everything is silent, peaceful. Four. I hear silent laughter but I brush it off as my imagination. Three. I hear footsteps down the hall and I feel the panic begin to come back to. Two. I can hear them talking silently as they approach the door. One. I can hear what they're saying now.

"Welcome to the Grump Office. Y-You can ne-never leave on-once you enter."

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