It's Just A Game [Dan and Phil]

Chapter 5

Phil faceplanted on top of Dan with blushing cheeks and scrambled down the stairs. The only sounds audible were the clanging of Foxy's metal feet and Dan, Paris and Phil's heavy breathing. Phil's heart pounded fiercely in his chest. He broke out in a cold sweat and began to go light-headed. The clanging got louder and louder until the panic forced his legs to give out again. As he tumbled to the floor there was a sudden unbearable pressure on his back, gluing him to the cold wood.

Why is he only bothering me? Phil thought. 

He craned his neck to see that Paris and Dan were just standing there watching, not doing anything at all. Phil wanted to scream at them and order them to assist him but his chest began to burn and his throat started to throb. His vision blurred and he thought that it was the end. He prepared to take his last struggling breath before his inevitable fate.

But then the pressure was lifted, and suddenly he could breathe.

Afraid and confused, Phil turned over to see something he didn't expect to see. Dan was nowhere to be seen but Paris was on top of Foxy. She sat on his head, punching and kicking the robot, who obviously was made of metal. Was she even in pain?  Phil questioned. Truth be told, Paris couldn't feel a thing, too much adrenaline was pumping through her. 

It didn't look like this method was helping anything when Paris looked up at Phil and her look of rage transformed into one of sadness and sympathy. Phil began to wonder what exactly she was thinking. 

Suddenly a horrible snapping sound was heard. Sparks flew everywhere and a screech echoed across the house. Before Phil could even turn around to see what was going on, Foxy's head rolled across the floor, still spitting sparks.

Phil's jaw dropped and Foxy's dead metal body collapsed, Paris on top. She lay sprawled across the floor staring at her hands. Phil hobbled over to her.

"You're capable of more than you think." Phil said, leveling with his young friend. She looked up at him and rested her head on his chest.

"I don't even know what came over me, Phil. I just saw you there struggling...and I didn't want to watch it anymore."

Phil smiled at her and helped her off of the ground. They both looked around and suddenly thought the same thing, had that same sinking feeling in their stomachs.

"W-where's Dan...?" Paris asked, her brown eyes widening. 

Phil shrugged, pretending to look calm to keep Paris calm. In reality, however, he was literally shaking like a leaf.

"I don't know, but there's only one way to find out."

*****

The room spun wildly. The last thing Dan remembered seeing was his best friend about to be attacked by Foxy. As he bounded forward to help, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and then he ended up here...wherever "here" was. 

He blinked a couple of times and could finally see. He had a relentless headache and he didn't quite recognize where he was. All Dan saw was gray. Gray walls, grey floor, gray ceiling. It almost looked metal. There was a small lamp hanging from the ceiling. Dust cascaded down around him, making his nose itch. He was supposed to be in his house wasn't he? Unless whoever knocked him out dragged him somewhere else.

As this terrifying thought processed in his mind, the panic began to set in.

How are Paris and Phil supposed to find me now? Are they okay? Where are they? Where am I???

These questions were torturing Dan, and an image appeared in his mind of his friends. He was okay. But Paris and Phil were dead. It was a gory scene. There were blood and organs and the animatronics surrounded their corpses.

Dan shoved these images out of his mind as a shiver went down his spine. He needed to come up with a plan if he ever wanted to get out of here and see his friends again, because for all he knew, they could really end up dead like that.

He looked around at his surroundings. He was tied to a chair, his hands tied again behind him. His ankles were not tied, though, so there as one positive. There were no windows, and seemingly no door. There had to be some sort of door otherwise he wouldn't have been able to be kidnapped like this. 

Dan looked closely around him but didn't see anything too suspicious. Before doing anything else he realized he would have to get out of the chair first. But how?

There was nothing around the room so unfortunately he couldn't pull some spy move and free himself with a glass shard or bobby pin. The animatronics had made sure this couldn't be done. He'd have to do this himself.

He took a deep breath, hoping this could loosen some of the rope. As he exhaled he could feel a significant difference. But he knew nothing about untying knots. Dan thought about this some more and decided to take advantage of the fact that his legs were free. He could move the chair around the room. It was a long shot but there was a chance that if he was able to ram the chair into the walls around him that it could fall apart and he'd be free.

His hands were tied behind him so he'd have to go from the side to avoid injury. Dan turned his chair to the side and shuffled to his right. To his absolute horror, his nonathletic unfit legs failed him and he, along with the chair, tipped over. 

Tears of frustration fought their way into his eyes. Now how am I supposed to get back up?!  Dan was on his side now, extremely uncomfortable. He'd never made it anywhere near the wall. He sighed and started to think of another plan. 

After more careful thought, Dan came to a conclusion. I may still be able to break the chair. My legs are free so I can scoot my way over and ram the wall while still on the floor. He thought there was an even lesser chance of this plan working, but he didn't have any better ideas, and time was of the essence. 

Executing this plan took more energy out of him than he'd originally anticipated. Before long he found himself panting and out of breath. It had also occurred to him that the noise he was making trying to break the chair would get the attention of the robots, or whoever had captured him. Thinking of this sent a horrible chill down his spine. 

Eventually Dan grew tired. He had no idea how long he had been doing this, two legs had broken off of the wooden chair, which didn't necessarily help him escape. His side was cramping, his headache had only gotten worse, and worst of all:

His stomach was starting to growl.

He started to think that he would never get out of that horrible place, and he was losing hope. Losing hope that he was strong enough to survive until 6 am if he even escaped. Losing hope that the kidnapper would ever feed him. But mostly he was losing hope that Paris and Phil would ever find him. If they were even alive.

Dan was giving up. But what he didn't know was that his friends weren't. And they would stop at nothing to find him. Even if it would cost them their lives.