Everything burned. My vision turned orange in a matter of seconds. I tried to run but could only manage a pathetic limp. As Henry's solemn voice blasted through the vents I could hardly crawl. Through the orange glow I could just make out a silhouette of a man wearing a security hat. He turned in his office chair. His head lowered. He turned back around. "Connection terminated"
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The gates | Henry Emily x William Afton |
Ficción GeneralA short fnaf Helliam story
