Eight Friends at Freddy's 《Book2》

It's Frightening, Really

I got back to the office to see that Jirard had taken Suzy and let Mark take the tablet. I looked to Matt who was glaring angrily at the fan and sitting on the floor beside Jirard. Suzy was slowly falling asleep, which wasn't at all in the right timing.

"Danny," Jordan called. I looked over at him, seeing he had a flashlight in his hand. He was digging through the drawers if the desk. He tossed the flashlight to me, then pulled a couple more out.

"One for the hall, two for the two vents," Tony spoke up. Jordan and I looked to him and I smiled.

"Looks like you're learning a thing or two," I said to him. He rolled his eyes and raised his hand for Jordan to toss him one.

"I just want to get the hell outta here." Jordan and I nodded. Tony caught his torch and we looked to Mark.

"So, I'll cover the cameras," Mark started to plan out, "Tony and Danny on vents, Matt on theory duty, and Tom with the music box."

"What do I do?" Tom asked.

"Find the prize corner and sit there, winding up the music box to keep the baby asleep." Tom gave Mark a puzzled look.

"The Marionette puppet who gives the little kids toys in exchange for tickets," I explained. "It'll be someone that no one wants to see mutilated, I'm sure of it, so keep it wound-up."

"Do I have to sit next to the thing? Can't I just do it remotely?" Tom asked, Mark looking at the tablet all over.

"You can," Jordan said, pulling a small box from a drawer and tossing it to him. "I guess you tap it or something. It has the puppet face on it, so we can only guess."

Tom nodded and the lights started to go out. Mark sat in the office chair, Suzy letting out small whimpers with each one. Jirard held onto her, comforting her as best he could. I sat near the right vent as Jordan stood next to the opening, closest to me, and Tony sat across the office from me.

Tom walked to the front of the desk and sat, setting the little cube in front of him, tap-ready. I looked to Jordan, concerned for Tom. I had forgotten he never made it past the first game.

"Get ready, you guys," Mark said. The lights in the office flickered and the phone began to ring. I heard Tom start to keep a steady beat on the box.

"Uh, hello? Hello, hello?" I instantly sat up. It couldn't be. "Uh, hello and welcome to your new summer job at the new and improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizza," Jake said through a recorded tape.

"Now that's messed up," Tony said from his post. I could hear his voice echo through the vents a little.

The recording continued on. "I want you to forget anything you may have heard about the old location, you know. Uh, some people still have a somewhat negative impression of the company. Uh... that old restaurant was kind of left to rot for quite a while, but I want to reassure you, Fazbear Entertainment is committed to family fun and above all, safety."

"I'm so fucking sick of this," Mark grumbled. He picked up the phone and slammed it down, scaring Suzy.

"Heads up, everyone," Jordan called. Mark started flipping through feeds, but he wasn't saying much. After a while, he cleared his throat and grabbed Jordan's attention.

"Sonja's coming. Prepare to click your flashlight," Mark said. He went to push up his glasses by habit, but was met with sweat and a stray hair.

Jordan looked down the hall and we watched as our friend stepped from the room. Her green eyes locked onto Jordan's and he stood still in fear. Tony and I aimed our flashlights at her. Jordan hesitated to raise his flashlight, clicking it on and aiming at her face.

I cringed to watch her turn her face and yell out, hearing the cries of fear come from Sonja, but the cries of anger come from Toy Bonnie. She stumbled back and tripped on her heels, falling to her butt and scooting away. She crawled into the other room, Jordan looking down at me.

"It don't want to be here," he whimpered. I nodded.

"Got a plan, yet, Matt?" Mark asked the theorist. I didn't hear anything, but I did watch Sonja run from her room down the hall and around the corner. Jordan wasn't watching. Thankfully I was the only one.

"Danny! Arin is coming for you!" Mark shouted. I peered into the large vent to see Arin turning his head to look at me. He smiled and reached for me, but I quickly blinded him. He shouted and seemed to want to curse as he crawled out.

I looked to Mark who was staring at a single feed. "Mark?" I asked. Still looking at the feed, Mark walked over to me with the tablet and showed me Arin sitting against the wall, rubbing his eyes and blinking to look around.

He walked around, showing everyone, but keeping it from Suzy who was nearly passed out. She looked too tired to care, having been sunken into Jirard's side.

After Mark returned to his seat, we all seemed like we were losing our minds. Matt stood and was walking around the desk to the beat Tom was keeping, Jordan was swaying from one foot to the other, Tony was staring blankly into the vent on his side, and Mark was trying to keep in his tears.

I knew he was wanting to cry. He was showing off his better side, showing his strength so Suzy knew everything was going to be okay, but I knew him well enough that he wanted to break. He looked as red-faced in sadness as he did in his 8 Million Subscribers video.

I looked back down the hall, Sonja's green eyes glowing, staring at me. Her head was tilted as she stared at me in wonder. I stared right back, noticing something Mark had failed to, or Matt. Sonja was the only one with wires in her head.

The bells rang and the lights flickered, Tom letting out a heavy sigh and sitting up. He stretched out his hands as Jordan helped Tony to his feet, then me. I was about to ask Tom how he was holding up when Jordan started to cling onto me, not wanting to let go of me in his arms. His hug kept me close, and he rested his head on my shoulder.

"Fuck. This. Shit," a very pissed and tired Tom hissed. "I never signed up for the first game, nor the second, and now I have to go through this all over again, except I'm awake again, and I only want to kill myself, not everyone else."

"Knock it off, Tom," Jirard said. "None of us first round guards knew what we were doing and we still don't. We died last time and if you think we can handle this without you, then fine. I want out of here and if I have to leave without you, great. One less person to care about."

He was helping Suzy up as he spoke, making sure she wouldn't fall asleep nor fall on the floor in tears again.

"Ya know what, Jirard?" Tom asked, turning to him. "You can go and screw yourself. I took a bullet for you last time and if you want to treat me like this, go right ahead! You're no better than Michael Stevens!"

"Fuck you, Tom!" Jirard yelled.

"Hey, hey hey!" Matt shouted, getting them to stop talking. They only glared at each other. "We're all making it out of here, just like last time. Okay?"

Jirard and Tom rolled their eyes at each other and Jordan looked to Tom as he angrily walked out of the office, shaking his head. The lights down the halls turned on as he walked, making it easier to see everything, including Sonja standing there and frowning.