Eight Friends at Freddy's 《Book2》

Press Heart to Die

I woke up abruptly, grabbing onto the hand that had grabbed my shoulder in the near pitch black darkness. I was about to scream, thinking it was Arin, but in my panic I saw that he was still in his corner, staring at me. I looked up from my place in the corner, seeing Matt's silhouette standing over me.

"Danny, grab a water gun," he said down to me. He was quiet, making sure to look over his shoulder to check for Austin, or maybe Ian.

"A water gun?"

"Tony found some while snooping around the Prize Counter." I swallowed. "Fill it up in the kitchen and get out quickly. We're gonna hide them under the desk." He checked over his shoulder one last time and Arin stood. "Jordan has a couple already filled and I think he's holding one for you, but I don't know."

I pushed myself up and walked into the large hallway to enter the office, Jordan hunched over at the desk with Tony. Matt took my place at the vent and nodded towards the others by the desk. Everyone was standing around the desk, including Suzy. Mark passed flashlights to Jirard and Tom, the two walking away from the desk and towards the front of the office. Tony stood in the hall and Jirard took his vent, letting out a sigh.

"Hey, babe," Jordan called to me. I looked over and he waved me over. I was there in a flash, eager to take a water gun. It was a Nerf Blaster, but it would do justice. Mark had a super soaker, Jordan the same gun as I, and Suzy and Tom taking decently stronger guns, similar to Mark's, but an off-brand.

"Be very careful with your amount," Mark said quietly. I glanced towards the hallway, seeing Tony freeze up once Ian walked towards him. Ian stopped and stood really close to Tony, glaring at him, or looking him over. It was strange. And then me being me, said under my breath, "I ship it."

Mark looked up at me and Jirard looked back. I quoted Dodger. I did a bad thing. Mark shook his head and Jordan sat back in the chair.

"Danny I have a mission for you," Mark said, despite what I had said. "Go rip the wires out of Sonja's head. I know you're very agile and quiet, so I know I can trust you with the task." I could feel Jordan and Tom's eyes on me, making me still. However, I nodded.

"Gothca. If you can yell out where she is, I can get her easily."

"She should be in the main room for the most of the time anyhow," Suzy said.

"But it's night 3, so be aware of your surroundings," Jordan added. "Austin and Ian could be after you just as much as they are for us."

"He's after Tony right now," Tom said, putting his gun behind his back. Ian looked at Tom and then was suddenly gone, as if we all blinked and he was an illusion. But I was staring right at him, watching him breathe down Tony's neck.

The bells chimed and the lights went out. I put my gun to my side, getting my Assassin on. I slipped off my shoes and socks, leaving them underneath the desk. Then the phone started to ring. Jordan reached for the phone, pressing the speaker button. He sank back in the rolly seat, looking down at me as I squatted down on the balls of my feet, trying to breathe.

"Hello hello! See? I told you you wouldn't have any problems! Even though I'm having a few here," Jake said, in the background shuffling around. "They remade Foxy, ya know? Uh, they lost the first one somehow, so they redesigned him to be more kid-friendly and put her in Kid's Cove. To keep the others entertained, you know... But psychopathic tendencies these days just can't keep these newer animatronic hands busy with other things."

Jirard gasped, Mark covering his mouth. "The staff literally has to put Foxy back together after every shift. So eventually they stopped trying and left her as some 'take apart and put back together' attraction. Now she's just a mess of parts. I think the employees refer to her as just "Dodger." Huh. Funny how that works."

"Lastly, I wanted to ease your mind about any rumors you might have heard lately. You know how these local stories come and go and seldom mean anything. I can personally assure you that, whatever is going on out there, and however tragic it may be, has nothing to do with our establishment. It's just all rumor and speculation..." He hesitated to continue. There was a loud bang on the recording and a cry for help via a very scared and alert Austin. "Okay, well anyway, hang in there and I'll talk to you tomorrow."

The recording ended and Jordan flipped through the cameras. Him taking charge. Now that was sexy. I took in a final breath and ran over to Tom, jumping onto a cabinet and climbing into the high vent. I looked back to Jordan and Mark, seeing Mark give me and thumbs up. I nodded back and turned, making my way through the narrow vent.

"Second one down, Danny!" Mark yelled. I nodded to myself, taking a second to think over my plan. But then other things got in the way.

Whatever Jake had said about Dodger meant that the others would do that to her, ripping her eye out and tearing off her arm and... I had to stop. But I didn't. I thought about Tucker. If they had the audacity to do that to Dodger, then they surely had no problem doing that to him. But... Sonja... Knowing what had happened with Tony, Jirard, Matt, and Tom, she knew what she was doing at some point. To her own boyfriend.

I passed a vent, seeing Joey walking past the doorway, going towards Tony. Dodger was following. I kept on, though, making sure that I saw Sonja's green lights before dropping and rolling into the room. I landed in a kneeling position, aiming my gun at the door as I scaled the tables and slid up behind her. I stood, pressing my gun to her jaw bone before tearing the wires coming from her head and neck out as hard as I could. She screamed, then fell back into me I caught her, setting my gun on the table behind me.

"Got her?" Mark yelled. I didn't say anything, and he must've gotten the memo, or was distracted by Dodger and Joey. I knew it was the latter when Tom and Tony started screaming and yelling, Mark joining in. I kept still.

There had to be more I could do. More wires, anything, but there wasn't anything that I could think of. I picked up Sonja and threw her over my shoulder, picking up my gun on the way out. Joey turned back to face me and Dodger was kicked harshly off of Tom, sliding down the hall. She got up, then turned around and crawled towards me. I aimed my gun and shot, spraying her straight in the face.

I caught her off guard and was able to walk into the office and set down a limp Sonja before Tony was suddenly blocking Joey's fists. I shot Joey in the ear, making him cry out, and he quickly ran out of the office behind Dodger. When he looked back, I saw fear in his eyes, as if he knew what he was doing and was feeling sorry for it. Stupid me assumed it was because of the water.

"You got her!" Jordan exclaimed, shooting up from his seat. "Is she okay?"

"I'm more worried about Tom," I said, seeing him holding his eye. I knelt down next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He looked around with his real eyes, covering the other. He looked around on the floor, patting around and looking behind him.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"She took my eye!" he yelled. "That fucking bitch took my eye!"

"Hey," Jirard yelled.

"Let me see your socket," I said, Just in case if it's damaged." He removed his hand and I looked for a brief second, looking at his other.

"Tom, you're fine-"

"She took. My fucking. Eye, Danny. Gone. She took it. Ran off with it and probably gave it to that fuckwad Austin."

"Hey!" Matt yelled. "Watch it, man!"

"No, really!" Suzy screamed. I turned to look at Matt, but I was grabbed by Arin and hauled into the hallway and almost into the next room before the bells overhead rang. Arin dropped me and walked away. I sat up, looking at Suzy with wide eyes.

"Why are the nights getting shorter?" Jordan asked. "It's been 10 minutes."