Warning: This chapter contains some heavy swearing.
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1984.
"Hey dude, check it out!"
A mysterious, red door. None of the boys had ever seen this particular door in their entire time hanging out at the pizzeria, nor did they recall it being there in the first place.
"Ooh, Mike, seems like your songs are coming to life!" Both Jeremy and Anissa snickered, pointing at the object of interest.
"Tch. What's so special about it?" Wilson leant against the wall, folding his arms. "We should just head back and win more tickets for the huge foxy plush."
"Oh, don't be such a dickhead, Wilson." Mike pulled up his foxy mask, rolling his eyes. "Besides, you're forgetting that my dad owns this joint. I bet it's full of animatronics and sui— AAAAAH!"
"BRO!"
"HOLY SHIT!"
Thud! There was sure to be a bruise on his knee after that fall.
"Ugh... what the fuck?" He groggily stood up, rubbing his knee. "You guys didn't need to push me—"
Mike snapped his head around to find no one there, and... no red door? He scratched his head, gaze sliding from one side of the mysterious room to the other.
"Uh... hello? Guys?"
The teen's anxiety began to climb upwards, the fear of being trapped in an unfamiliar place crossing his mind.
"The fuck is it so red in here?"
Everything in the room was indeed red, as if a huge red light hovered over it. Mike felt like he was in Hell, feeling sweat trickle down the side of his head as the temperature skyrocketed to ninety degrees.
Mike kept walking, walking, and walking. In the blink of an eye he found himself surrounded by his reflections, old and dusty mirrors with a frame of intricate designs and carvings.
"What..."
WHACK!
"OW! WHAT THE FU—"
A faint laughter reaches his ears. He slowly looks up to see...
Himself?
But this couldn't be him, could it?
He couldn't be the teenage boy with tattered and torn clothes, a charred Foxy mask, and a strange red eye?
Could he?
The faker walked out of the mirror with a sadistic grin, his right arm tucked in his pocket.
Mike had his own fair share of his encounters with vengeful spirits and demon, thus with the evil vibes he was receiving from this particular faker, he had a premonition that he might not make it out alive.
"HA HA HA HA!"
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LURKING WITH THIS DISTANT TETHER,
FEELING WHEN IT TUGS BACK!
LIVE THE LIFE, ONE OF ANOTHER,
TILL THE WEATHER FADES TO BLACK!
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