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Chapter 12

"Guys-..." Jeremy voice cracked.

"GUYS-". He screamed as the others began to stir awake.

"What the fuck you want now Jer." Mochi woken up rubbing her eyes.

"I wouldn't suggest cussing me out right now. We've got a bigger problem." Just as Jeremy said that, the metal shelf began to vibrate. The vibrations got worse, and loud thuds could be heard getting closer. Suddenly the thudding stopped, and a large black shadow was cast onto them. 

"Do I have permission to cuss whatever that is?"

"Permission granted. Proceed."

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT-"

Whatever was casting the shadow began to lower itself down, loud creaks and clanks sounded about it. Finally it lowered itself to their eye-level, it's large black eyes glared at them in fury.

"...I think we know your answer..." 

"NO SHIT JAKE."

"DO WE RUN OR NAH?"

"RUN, WE HAVE A BETTER CHANCE THAT WAY!" Jeremy screamed, grabbing their backpacks and jumping off the shelf. The others quickly followed suit, running after him as a huge red Freddie came lunging after them. Strangely there were no zombies lurking around, just them and the very angry animatronic. Not that any of them thought this as they ran.

Jeremy was originally in the lead, before Mochi overtook him and started leading the group to another shelf. Jake lagged behind the group.

"GUYS, I-I, D-DON'T THINK W-WE CAN K-KEEP R-RUNNING!" Jeremy shouted. He too was beginning to lag behind.

"THAT'S CUZ YOU GUYS HAVE BAD STAMINA!" Mochi shouted back. "BUT ANYWAYS, I DID THINK OF YOU SLOWPOKES. HELP ME PUSH THE SHELF ON THAT ANGRY BITCH. IT MIGHT BE ABLE TO STOP HIM!"

"OR ANGER HIM M-MORE?" Jake pointed out, huffing and puffing as his energy reserve started to run dry.

"IT'S OUR BEST CHANCE THO!" Ori pointed out. They soon reached the metal shelf and started to push it.

"We need to time this shit properly!" Jeremy said.

"Yeah we know sherlock. On the count of three we throw this thing forward like it's hot! In 3, 2, 1!!" Mochi cried. All four of them pushed as hard as they could. Jeremy and Jake's prayers could be heard being loudly muttered as the shelf fell. Their prayers were answered, the shelf fell with a loud WHAM onto the animatronic, cutting it's torse, head, and legs to pieces. Loud sputters and beeps began to emit from the animatronic.

"GUYS RUN, I THINK IT'S GONNA B-"

BOOM!

They were blasted away as the animatronic exploded. Jake fell on his head, knocking him unconscious immediately.  Jeremy landed flat on his back, while Mochi and Ori rolled onto the floor. Mochi, who was the nearest to the animatronic, was also unconscious from the blast. Ori and Jeremy quickly got up and started picking Jake and Mochi up. Jeremy plonked Jake onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes whilst Ori picked Mochi up bridal style. They quickly made their way to a nearby shelf, climbed up, and started tending to their wounds. Mochi was badly burnt on the shoulder, whilst Jake's head was bleeding profusely. 

"Shit we don't have any first aid kits and shit." Ori said.

"I always come prepared. I have a first aid kit in my backpack." Jeremy replied as he began rummaging in his bag. Ori looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

"What the heck made you pack a first aid kit on your birthday?" She asked. Jeremy shrugged.

"I'm really paranoid. Always read news of bombings and shit. So I always have one with me in a backpack."

"That's like next level paranoia tho." 

"Yeah I know. But hey it is useful isn't it?" Jeremy said as he opened the kit. They made quick work with Jake and Mochi's wounds.

"What if they don't wake up?" Ori said. Jeremy stayed quiet as Ori said exactly what had been on his mind.

"We may have to make a base here and just live here until they wake up. Or we carry them to the exit, if there is any." Jeremy finally said. Ori sighed.

"I don't wanna stay here forever, nor do I want to carry these two all the way."

"But it may be our best chance. And theirs. I'm not sure if their injuries will worsen or not, and if they do they may need real medical treatment that isn't available here."

"Yeah your right. But maybe we should rest here for one day?"

Jeremy nodded. "Ok."

They remained silent. Both didn't feel comfortable sleeping after what had happened. 

"Hey your arm..." 

"Hm?"

"You've got a cut on your arm."

Ori turned her arm and looked at the cut. It was long and deep enough that it drew blood/

"Just a scratch."

"Don't give me that B.S. Let me help you with that."

Jeremy scooted closer and began patching the wound.

"Thanks."

"Of course!"

"How come you don't have any injuries?"

"Well, I have to admit I was a little selfish. I suspected the Freddy was going to explode, and already was moving away from it, so I wasn't really as affected by the explosion." 

"Ohh."

"Anyways, I think we should go to bed."

"Uh huh."

"Night."

"Night."