𝑳𝑰𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵
Working at a large and controversial PizzaPlex associated with Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria that was torn years ago seemed like a bright idea to (Y/N), a feisty airhead who was currently collecting dust in her wallet.
A lover of...
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'HOWDID I GET HERE', SHE ASKED HERSELF...
Her heart beating heavily against her ribcage like a trapped bull. Sweat littered her forehead, falling from her face in droplets as she crouched and looked down at the patterned carpet flooring.
Large gasps for air left her chapped lips with effort, mixed in with broken sobs. It was dark, almost pitch black on the fourth floor, with barely any signs of light.
Except for the two red LED eyes swimming around the open areas of the Plex, hunting the female-like prey. They illuminated the floors below, confirming her fear, He was looking for her; They both were.
She couldn't be found. She didn't want to be and she would rather die than feel their hands on her again. To feel the life-like metal against her body.
(Y/N) attempted to stand but her legs shook and buckled from under her, her body wanted to give up but her mind fought against it. She shouldn't have come back. Self-loathing, she dragged on. Crawling on all fours slowly, the female was determined to reach safety in Bonnie Bowl for the night.
Her head was pounding, her ears ringing with the screams of terror and pulverization of so many people, both strangers and loved ones. Deaths still ongoing without justice, souls now haunting this fear-inducing mysterious world, the world of the pizzaplex and the restaurants that came and went before it.
A false sense of security overcame the protagonist when she came closer to the door, almost in proximity to the sensors that lifted the door.
And when she finally made it, her blood ran cold as the door not only opened but opened with many loud creaks.
It didn't matter how terrified (Y/N) was at the moment or how much her legs shook, she stood up and ran, booking it behind the Bonnie Bowl counter and sliding herself down to hide, knowing she had been caught.
Her animatronic lover had hoisted himself onto her floor with ease and now stood outside the closed Bonnie Bowl door, his messy blue and white hair framing his face to perfect his blood-red eyes, completely black, scary to most if not for the bloody heart-shaped pupils that shook (Y/N) to her core. She wasn't fooled. Not anymore. And she knew by then that those weren't for anybody else but herself. She didn't want it to be her.
His monotone expression shifted into a bone-chilling smirk. Placing his hands on his hips, over his low-riding jester pants, he took a step further, tripping the same censor the female had tripped moments earlier. He was hot on your heels, and he knew it.
Sauntering forward, tongue darting out to lick his humanoid lips, a soft sigh was left in its wake.
Once the door had creaked open, (Y/N) froze and her breathing stopped in an attempt to not be noticed by the unhinged male whose eyes now lit up the almost pitch-black bowling room.
