Old Problem, New Grudge [FNaF What-If]

Chapter Two; Escape or Death?

    The all too familiar alarm blared in his ears as the animatronic pulled the lever.

                           Three...

    Everything seemed to slow down, time, the alarm, even the animatronic. Michael reached up with his foot and kicked one of the wires holding him in place, his wrist slipped free and instantly he reached for the taser in his pocket, still there from the first night.

                            Two...

    Michael clicked the button on the taser, sending a shock to the animatronic, and admittedly, the taser also electrocuted himself slightly, however the opening was all he needed. The animatronic dropped Michael and with an "Umph" sound, he landed on the ground.

                             One...

   The scooper lunged forward, interacting with nothing, however. It tore through the air at such high-speed Michael knew that would've hurt if it had been him. He got up, slightly dizzy, but with the shake of his head he was back steadily on his own two legs. The Funtime Animatronics, however, were not so lucky. They were nowhere Michael could see; however, he heard them bickering about how to get up.

    Michael ducked into the vent. Without caring anymore, he ran as fast as he could, tearing through Funtime Auditorium, clambering through the vents, until eventually, his eyes saw a sight he was very grateful to see. "The elevator!" He gasped and panted. He began to run to his exit, the only way out that he knew of, when suddenly he felt the cold touch of a metal wire tangle itself around his left ankle.

    He fell forward, his mind instantly racing as the animatronic that had ensnared him scoffed. "Y- You thi-nk yo-u-u co- could esc-ape u-s?" They said, "W-e-e are o-one no-w! We- a-re Ennard!" their voice glitching from Circus Baby to Ballora to Funtime Freddy to Funtime Foxy, clearly an effect of the taser.

    
    No, no, no! Get out! Michael thought as he struggled against the death grip he had been trapped in. Suddenly, he had an idea. It might not be his best idea, but it was his ankle or his life. He looked around, eventually spotting a hammer. Turning to sit and face his attacker, his gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as he slammed down with all his strength on his ankle, forcing back a scream of pain.

    He couldn't bare look at his ankle, he managed to slip it out of the wires, although it was probably all bloody and disfigured, as he got and started hobbling towards the elevator. Ennard began walking hurriedly towards the elevator door, however Michael managed to close the elevator before he could reach, sighing in exhaustion as the elevator returned to the surface. "This place is sooo getting a lawsuit." He laughed at his own stupid remark, limping out of the building after checking out with one goal in mind: to get to the hospital.