Thanks for the suggestion. I'm writing this in MATH CLASS! Wow, shows how much I like math. This will definitely not be finished during school and I'll finish it at home :D Well, now I'm writing it like two months after, and I'm in Spanish class. Good thing I have STEM next, and I only have 18 minutes left in Spanish class, so if this isn't very long. Sorry, AND I'M ALSO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IN 2 MONTHS, HOLY CRAP!
You flicked the flashlight on into the hall, and Liam hissed before you saw who it was, leaving you startled to where the flashlight jumped out of her hands and onto the floor with a shatter. You winced as it hit the floor and turned your gaze over to Liam slowly who stared at you with shock. You chuckled nervously and put slipped the mask over your head. Liam continued to stare at you. You turned away but still felt his gaze burning into the side of your head. He knew you were screwed, and you knew you were screwed. Panic was feeling your limbs and your hands were slowly becoming shakier as time wore on. Liam had turned back to the hallway, all hope was lost, you could just tell that was what he was thinking. You turned to look at Liam again, but he was gone. What? How was he gone? Your thoughts rushed to any conclusions. Now you weren't screwed, you were doomed. Not a good doomed, a bad doom. A doomed fate, that this will be the last night you spend in this forsaken place.
You stood up and grabbed the fan off the desk, and yanked it out of its socket, the blades on the fan slowly stopped turning. If you were going to die, you would die with arms swinging. You raised the blade next to your head, prepared to swing at anything that came within arms' reach. The fan was heavier than it looked, it kept on pulling your arms down to try and slow you down, but you refused. After a few minutes your arms burned from holding the fan, but you would not let your guard down. If this was the end, then arms do not matter anymore. You tempted a thought of sitting down in the chair, then slowly started sitting down, when an ear-splitting crack sounded through the whole building and you jumped for your seat and raised the fan back up to an offensive position. You had let your guard down for just a little bit and it had left to something getting closer. No more, this will not happen. Only, you looked at the clock. 3 more hours... The ear-splitting crack happened again, but louder this time and you looked sharply down the hallway. Then only moved your eyes to examine the vents slowly, then turning your gaze back to the hallway you felt a smack against your head and the world turned black as you collapsed to the ground and the fan dropped out of your hands.
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The Puppet With a Mask. Marionette x Reader
RomanceFIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S TWO! You've been working at this place for a while, but the music box finally starts to kick up. You question it, but you still wound it up. Then as the nights went on, it seemed the mysterious thing in the box, had a sudden...
