Eight Friends at Freddy's 《Book2》

BrutalNights

We stared at Ian and Austin. They weren't themselves, but I knew they were in there somewhere.

"Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Arcade and Pizzeria," Ian said, clapping his hands with disinterest. He seemed to be craving for someone to die already, glaring at Jirard and I. "For the next five nights you'll be under the control of us," he motioned to Austin who waved at us, "and our friends that you'll meet along the way."

He smiled. Jake sniffled. "Mr. Roper here wasn't really aware that we would go crazy and attempt to tear off his mandible," Austin snickered. Jake looked to him, shaking. I wasn't sure I'd I should have felt sorry for Jake or not. After all, everything seemed to point to him doing everything. There was clear tape over his mouth so he couldn't try to speak, but we could see what could be done to us.

"Here are the rules you will be following," Ian blurted, taking our attention away from Austin, the new Golden Freddy. "Each grace period," I heard Jordan sigh, "you will sleep, eat, and use the restroom at your own will. You are not allowed to mess with the animatronics, and you are not allowed to kill yourself. Only someone else."

"If we find you trying to hurt one of the animatronics," Austin butted in, "then we will ensure that you won't make it out of here without a problem." I felt shivers go down my spine, remembering what happened to Jordan, Mark and I before. Tony hung his head.

"You will be placed in the office and you are not allowed to block the vents. You'll start to go crazy in there. Trust Balloon Boy. He tried it earlier." Ian stopped talking to walk towards the stage. "Oh, and Freddy?" Austin nodded. "Make sure Danny doesn't find the broomsticks."

Austin looked at me and his smile twitched. Ian walked towards us and slipped behind us, reblindfolding us. He took my glasses off and put an arm down my shirt so I would have them later and wrapped a cloth around my eyes.

I was lifted to my feet and pulled around some more corners, then set on the floor of the office. My hands were untied and I reached to grab my blindfold, tearing it off. I was quickly hugged by Jordan. He was kneeling beside me, holding onto me.

"Jordan," I smiled, "everything will be fine." He nodded and slowly released his grip on me and sat back, Mark standing fist and looking around. He helped Jirard up as Suzy and Tony grabbed onto the desk and stood.

"I don't want to be here," Suzy whimpered. She was wearing a little black dress with a puffy skirt to it, cat tights, and black pumps. Tony was simply in a black tee shirt and blue jeans. I looked to Mark, his red YouTube shirt making me sick. He was wearing blue jeans, just like Tony, Jirard, and Matt. Matt's shirt was just a simple dark red and Jirard had a Sonic shirt.

Jordan helped me stand and we stood by the wall, looking at everyone. Tom was wearing his own shirt, similar to how I was, and some gym shorts. Everyone, save Jordan and I, we're wearing shoes of one kind or another. We were all doing something when we were taken from our homes or something like that.

Tom took a second to rub his eyes, making sure his glass one was still there. He had interchangeable ones, each different colours and designs. This one was his bright blue one. It matched his shirt nicely. Jirard eventually had to get a glass eye, too, but his was specially designed to match his other one. Tony had a black one that made him look part demon from Supernatural.

"You have twenty minutes before the first night begins," Ian said at the entryway. He held his hands out and snapped his fingers, the lights in the entire restaurant turning on.

The eight of us looked around to each other, Ian suddenly gone. Tom was the first to storm out, but he quickly ran right back in, eyes wide. He looked straight at Jordan and I.

"Jordan," he said, putting up his shaking hands, "there's something wrong with this place and whoever did this because..." Jordan didn't want to wait. He grabbed my hand and we walked out, everyone following. Tom ran ahead and blocked the view of a party room down the hall. Jordan pushed him aside and gripped my hand tightly.

As I clawed at his fingers to let go of my hand before he broke it, Suzy started to scream and cry. I was more focused on Jordan than anything. "This can't be happening," Jordan yelled. He finally let go of my hand and put his hands over his face, letting me finally see.

Sonja was sitting on a table wearing a cute blue dress and red heels, her hair dyed purple and wires coming out of her temple. Tom looked behind us to watch Mark catch a very distraught Suzy before she fell to the floor, screaming.

When I turned around, I understood why. There was Arin smiling devilishly with a yellow shirt and blue jeans, of course with no shoes or socks. Eye makeup was running down his face as if he had been crying and his eyes were glowing yellow. Sonja's started to glow green. Mark picked the shaking Suzy from the floor and walked her back to the office. I tried to comfort Jordan by putting a hand on his shoulder, but he quickly brushed me off and followed Mark.

Tom let out a sigh, looking to our friend. She grinned. I walked on. Tony walked up to join me and we looked into another party room, seeing JonTron wearing a brown suit and bowtie standing against a wall with his arms crossed, his eyes glowing a dim yellow under the brim of his tophat. I heard Jirard sigh from behind me and then him gasp soon after. I turned around and saw him cover his mouth as he saw Dodger slumped against a wall.

She was wearing a white halter dress, her hair dyed pink and her tights a deep black. She had no shoes on, just her bare feet, and her right eye had been gouged out, just like Mangle. Jirard walked down the hallway, kneeling down next to her. She lifted her head to look at him, her other eye a bright blue.

Jirard jumped back and quickly stood, stepping away from her. She started to smile. We had to be quick in making a plan. However, that would prove difficult, for the five of us could still hear Suzy crying from the office.

We continued on, however, despite Matt going back to the office. "I'll see if I can comfort her," he grumbled, leaving us. Jirard followed. It was just Tom, Tony and I. We walked a bit towards Dodger, but Tony stopped us, staring at Joey Graceffa. He had cuts all over his face, a wicked smile plastered on by force, not will, and he was wearing a carbon copy of the Balloon Boy costume from the game. Tony looked at Tom and I, then walked away.

"I think we should head back," Tom said to me. I looked to the stage, barely able to see Austin swinging his legs, and nodded. We needed to make a game plan.