FNaF One-Shots

Abandoned Pizzaplex (2)

TWs: Swearing, Panic Attack

  They grab your wrists and pull you with them, tripping on the ground and pulling you on top of them. The elevator screeches get louder. Devon's eyes widen and they place a hand on the back of your head and duck you into their shoulder, shielding as much of you as they can. The elevator crashes, sending metal shrapnel flying to the walls. You hug Devon and they hug you back with one arm, not moving the other from your head.

  When they finally move their hand, you pull your arms from them and climb off of them. Kyra jumps off of the platform and hugs you, blinking tears out of her eyes. Devon sits up and stands against the wall, waiting for Kyra to let go.

  Kyra steps back and glares at you. After a moment, she raises a hand and slaps you. Directly across the face.

  "Hey- what was that for?!" You yell at her and she frowns, saying "Why would you push Devon away?! Always save yourself first, you dumb idiot! You're so lucky Devon grabbed your wrists!" You notice the platform above has grown quiet.

  "I'm never going to save myself first! And what if Devon had died?! What about their parents, or their brothers and sisters!?" 

  Kyra glares at you coldly. She opens her mouth to speak, closes it, and opens it again, finally speaking, "What about you? What about your family?" Your mouth hangs open in the cluttered air, and if it could, your tongue would've spilled out onto the pavement for its lack of words to speak. You had an answer but weren't willing to open that can of worms after a near-death experience.

  Blainely, Jess, and Chase climb down the ladder. Blainely stares at the ground with a sort of blank stare, going in and out of focus like a camera lens. Jess looks around the room, staring at anything or anyone other than you or Devon. Chase stares at your face, not quite meeting your eyes.

  "Maybe we should just go home? I don't think anyone is in a mood to keep going, and we need to make sure no one was hurt," Jess explains, snapping Blainely out of her stare. Blainely looks at Jess and states, "We can't. The elevator is blocking the way out." 

  Your fear pushes harder at your walls, finally cracking after you had worked so hard to fortify them. They crumble at the edges, letting out little pitter-patters as bits hit the ground. The numbness at your fingertips begins spreading up through your fingertips. You work your vision back into focus, not quite able to focus on what you hear.

  ". . . forward?"

  "What if we . . ."

  ". . . can't stay here . . ."

  Your body trembles, knocking you off your center. You stumble backward a step or two before steadying yourself. You lift your hands to your vision. They shake and shiver. You shove your hands in your pockets before realizing that your arms are also shaking a little. You pull your hoodie sleeves down and shove your hands back into your pockets. Your eyes well up tears and you let out a slow, shaky breath.

  "You first, then Chase, then Kyra . . ."

  Metal creaks, piercing your ears with high screeches. Your eyes briefly go back into focus and you see Chase going up the ladder. A pain in your chest causes your legs to tremble, hands reaching out to steady yourself against the wall.

  "Y/n?"

  You shut your eyes, sliding down the wall. You curl your knees to your chest and bury your head in your knees. The numbness in your arms only grows. Your head is pounding. You're crying, letting out short breaths in an attempt to muffle your cries.

  ". . ."

  "Y/n. Y/n, look at me."

  You don't look up. What would they think? You're weak. You're so weak. You never should've come here. An elevator falls and this is what happens? You're crying and shaking because of a fucking elevator? How pathetic.