~{Entangled}~ (FNaF)

Chapter XXIII: Unhinged

(Date: September 20th 2003)

>Micheal's POV<

   I sit up in bed, yawning. I look over at the clock, and it's 3 a.m. What the hell-..? Is my sleep schedule just THAT f-cked up-? I sigh, and get up, putting my change of clothes on for the day. I guess I could start making breakfast for Ennard-

   I walk downstairs to the kitchen, and start cooking, when I hear scratching in the vents. "Ennard, I'm making breakfast, okay??" I yell up. There's no response. Must not be a "morning person" anymore- I laugh a bit. "Come down when you want, Mr. SleepyHead!" I continue to cook. The scratching in the vents goes away.

25 minutes later. . .(3:25 a.m.)

   I glance up at the vents again. Ennard hasn't come down yet. "Hey, Ennard-? Aren't you hungry, or something-?" Still no response. I sigh. Just then, I hear something fall in the basement. I glance over at the basement door, and then back at the vents. Ennard hates the basement, I know that much.

   I go over and open the basement door. "Ennard???" The lights are off. I hesitantly start walking down the stairs, and flip the light switch. Nothing. I groan and grab my flash light, and shine the light around. Nothing out of the ordinary really.

   "Are you trying to pull a prank on me?? Cause if you are, it isn't funny-.." Out of no where, I hear glass break to my right. I point my flash light over reflexively, and there's nothing, but the broken jar that had fallen off the shelf. Ain't no way in hell that I'm going to go clean that up right now... I start backing up towards the stairs.

   And that's when I see it. There's a form near the red back up light (in case it's an emergency power outage), that is contorted on all fours. "What the f-ck- ENNARD-" No response, but I'm sure it's him. I'm too startled to shine my light over. "STOP ACTING LIKE YOU'RE POSSESSED GOD DAMN IT-"

   At that, he starts crawling on the ceiling, then at me. "F-CK NO-" I run upstairs and close and lock the door behind me. I hear the basement vent open. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. I go to the one room in the house that doesn't have a vent, windows, or really anything at all, and lock the door behind myself.

   I have the light turned off. I can hear movement outside the room a couple times. The broken whirling of an inner fan that is in animatronics to keep them from overheating too badly. The sound of the wires against the hard wood floor. And then there's the contrast of that when he turns into his human form.

   He is panting softly, like he is slightly out of breath, but as though will never be able to catch it. The sound of his feet hitting the hard wooden floor. What the hell is going on..? Why is he acting like this.? I quietly back up from the doorway, and sit on the bed.

   I'll just wait this out-..

Chapter XXIII: Completed