It Started With Six.

CH. 03.5: Death's Meeting with Death

|| Perspective: 1st person, Death||

This place was interesting. I couldn't believe it was right behind my house, or at least within a hiking distance. The realism of the place was so cool. I was fascinated immediately, despite the other's clear discomfort. I can't lie, it was a bit freaky. I mean, why would someone take the time to put so much detail into a place that would never be functional? It didn't make much sense, but it was cool none the less.

"Battery operated... that's a interesting choice." I listened to Cole remark as he removed the batteries from the balloon boy statue. That was creepy, I'll admit. Rora seemed so disgusted by it; if I didn't find it odd as well I would have laughed. I walked away from that conversation though, exploring further deep into the building. The eeriness of it all was weirdly comforting, in an extremely odd way.

Once I found the office, I called them over immediately. I knew they'd find it interesting, and I expected one of them to mess around with the Freddy mask. I wanted to keep going, though, keep exploring every bit of the place. So much effort had been put in for me to not look at it all. I chose to walk off without telling the others, knowing Arie would lecture me about sticking together and Chilly would insist on going with me. They were occupied with the office, a little wandering wouldn't hurt.

I found myself in parts and services, a room that I knew would be a jackpot. There was so much in here. Animatronic parts, scraps of metal, even fabric for the recreation of the masks. The fabric was actually really soft, despite what I expected from decade old products.

"Jesus Christ!" I gasped after turning around, dropping the fabric and parts in my hand. It didn't make enough noise to alert the others, thankfully. I shook my fear off, taking a deep breath as I stared at what was in front of me. The toy animatronic recreations were one thing, but seeing the withered animatronics in front of me... that was another kind of creepy. Creepy enough that I wanted to get out, immediately. 

My heart rate sped up as I watched the Chica animatronic twitch slightly.

"I'm hallucinating... I'm fucking hallucinating..." I whispered, but I wasn't. I watched as each mechanical joint twitches, creaked, and eventually moved. It started with the arms, jerking to life in the way I'd expect the undead to move. Then the legs, standing up shakily before popping into place. I was backing up into the shelves, my chest heaving as my breath sped up. There was no way this was happening. This wasn't supposed to be real. This was just supposed to be a fun exploration.

I nearly sunk to the ground as her head jerked to life. Creaking metal, scraping together as if it was fighting the obvious rust within it. I flinched as the spring locks snapped into place, wishing I could become a mouse as her eyes lit up. That glow was so unsettling, I felt like vomiting on the spot. And then she stepped forward.

"Please... please... what the hell..." I whispered, shaking and trying to back up further as if I wasn't already pressed against the shelves. She kept stomping forward, moving like she hadn't moved in years. It sounded as if her endoskeleton was about to give out, but it didn't.

"This isn't real... this isn't fucking real..." I whispered shakily, squeezing my eyes shut and praying I woke up from this nightmare. I should have asked Rora for a fucking prayer if I knew this would happen.

The creaking suddenly stopped. There was no scraping, no rustling, just silence. I could hear my friends talking in the office, just a few feet down the hall.

"It's over. It wasn't real. You're going insane." I thought to myself, opening my eyes again to leave. Only to find Chica, a shell of her former self, face to face with me. Close enough  that I could still smell blood on the rusted metal.

I could only scream.