Eight Friends at Freddy's 《Book2》

Not So Grump

As I sprayed Jordan playfully to keep his mind awake, the night was terror. Joey would appear and disappear, Jon would stand there and grab at Jirard, and Austin would scream and cry, the noises echoing throughout the entire restaurant.

And then there was Tucker. Every minute one of us would get attacked by him in some way. He would mess with our heads and no one else would be able to see him. He found our weaknesses and fed on them, like a sick mutt feeding on rotten food for the pure enjoyment of being fed on an empty stomach.

First it was Mark. He sat and screamed, what I could only assume images of Slenderman and the monsters from amnesia chasing after him. He kept jolting around and looking panicked at everyone, but once he finally calmed down, he sat there and cried.

Second: Tony. As soon as Tucker got to him, he dropped his gun and spun around, looking like he was about to murder someone in the office. "Where is he?!" he screamed. We all scooted away. "Where? Where is Cole?" His voice seemed like he was starting to cry. He lost his son. He calmed down after a while and Mark took his spot. We dedicated the desk chair as the cool-down spot for crying after Tucker's attacks.

Third: Me. I didn't expect it, honestly. I was just sitting and all of the sudden I was face to face with Ross O'Donovan, his hands around my neck. I avoided him constantly at the office since he made me so uncomfortable. I had an awful nightmare about him beating the shit out of me and due to it's realism, such as the attack Tucker was forcing upon me, I was petrified. I was clawing at Ross and trying to scream, my body jolted as soon as it was over. I coughed and cried out, grabbing at my throat. Jordan was hugging me.

He was next, evidently. He grabbed onto my shirt as he started his nightmare and Jon grabbed at Jirard again. Jirard kicked him off and Jordan started to cry, but not really. He was trying to scream, but knew it wasn't real. He sat there, eyes wide, staring at the wall. Joey giggled and Matt and Mark shot their guns down the hall, Mark sniffling.

Jordan relaxed. "I was falling. In lava, into the void, into the depths of the ocean,a dn I had so many items on me and they were all being destroyed every time I fell," he told me. "Why do they do that to me? Last time it was the creepers and this time it's with falling off of things."

"Tucker can't hurt you," I said reassuringly to him, even kissing him to ensure he knew it. He didn't seem to want to let go of me, just in case, I assume.

Fifth: Jirard. As he stood menacingly at the door with his half-empty water gun, he slowly started to back away from the door. He aimed his gun, looked back at Mark, and shot Mark in the face. Mark spat and sputtered, wiping the water from his face. Jirard walked over to him and grabbed his hair, aiming the guns' tip right up his nose. Mark grabbed at the gun but Jirard was insistent on shooting the water up his nose.

"Jirard!" Matt yelled, dropping his own gun to pull him back. Jirard suddenly was aware of what he was doing, backing away and right into Jon's hands. He screamed and bashed Jon in the face with his elbow, sending the animatronic back into the wall. Jon leapt at Jirard and it took both Matt and Mark to get him off with the water guns and pure force.

"Oh god," Jirard cried, "Mark! I'm so sorry! I was him again, I was Freddy again!"

"Don't worry about it, Jirard," Mark said, shaken. "It's not like you were actually going to kill me."

"That's how it was the last time, dude..."

We were all quiet, Tony staring at Jirard. And he thought his nightmare was scary.

Sixth to be attacked was none other than the sweetheart herself, Suzy. As soon as Tucker got to her, she scarted screaming. This was when shit got real. Now Tucker knew what was going to work. Suzy shot up from her place on the floor and woke Arin in doing so. He started to panic as to where he was as he watched Suzy stand there and scream at no one in particular. She clawed at me and Jordan, actually grabbing hold of my jeans and pulling me out from under myself.

My back hit the floor and Jordan was quick to pull me back, but Tom was there first, lifting Suzy by the waist off of the ground and making her kick and scream. I sat up just as he kicked, her heel landing in my cheek. I was sent back into the floor and Jordan sat me up, checking for anything bleeding. Good thing I didn't have my glasses on or else she would have most certainly broken them.

Suzy kept thrashing until she grabbed onto Tom's arms. SHe screamed at the top of her lungs, looking directly at Jordan, and her scream slowly faded into her crying. She went limp in Tom's arms and he set her down, helping her over to Arin who looked just as scared of her as Mark I was of Ross.

Arin held onto Suzy as she began to realize he was awake and we watched as Matt slowly started to grab at his head, looking around. He didn't know where he was, as if everything was starting all over again. At that time, it didn't help that Joey was climbing in the vents. Matt looked at the vents, to me and Jordan, then to Tony on the other side of the room. He screamed and aimed his gun and everyone, then at Sonja and Arin.

"Where am I?" He looked at Jirard. "Where are we?" He looked at his cuts and huffed with a cry. "What the hell happened? It burns!"

"Matt, calm down," Mark said, raising a hand to him. Matt aimed his gun at him and shot, spraying Mark in the face once more. Mark wiped the water off and coughed, glaring at him. "Wake up, Matt, you're dreaming. It's alright, MatPat. C'mon buddy..."

Matt looked around once more and sighed, confused. He stood up straight and looked at Tom. "Was that really all he had?"

Tom shrugged, instantly dropping to the floor. We jumped, Jordan and I, going to catch him. It was too late, for he sat up and with slack jaw, groaned at Jordan and I. He was in Minecraft, too, but actually as his character. He looked to Sonja and groaned, then looked at Matt, grabbing his leg. Tom bit Matt's jeans and made him scream, but once Matt kicked Tom off, the woke up and wiped his mouth, blood visible. Matt fell to the floor and grabbed at his leg, crying.

"Why'd you bite Matt? He already's got enough wounds!" Tony yelled. Tom spat blood out o his mouth and shook his head, crawling back to the desk.

"Who has the box?" I asked. No answer. "Who the fuck has the remote for the music box?"

"It's lost," Tom said, aiming his gun down the hall. Jordan flashed his light down the vent and Joey screamed at him. "It's no use anyways, it's the last night and they're all dead anyways!"

"Jon is still saveable!" Mark yelled.

"Fuck Jon, he's dead!"

"Arin was dead! Sonja was dead!" Mark said, standing up. Tom aimed his water gun at him. Mark took a step towards him but Tom sprayed him. Mark stayed still, wiping his face. He took off his shirt and dried his face, then dropped it to the floor, right into the spot where Jake bled out.

"I've been sprayed in the face for the last time," Mark hissed, grabbing Tom's gun from him. He ended up pulling on the gun so hard that Tom fell forward into Mark, making him even more mad.

"Mark, stop!" Arin yelled. "Save Jon with the anger, not kill whoever that is!"

"Tom, Syndicate," he introduced himself. Arin waved lightly at him, unsure of what else to do other than hold Suzy. Mark ushed Tom back and walked right into the darkness, Matt flashing his light at his back. I looked to Jordan.

"It's not worth it!" Austin screamed from the stage. "You've already lost so many!" Everyone looked around at each and Matt and Jirard jumped back once Mark slid into the office, landing against the desk. The desk scooted back and Mark cried out, grabbing his neck as he sat up. He looked down the hall and scrambled to back up, Jon walking right in.

"Ah!" Jordan screamed, being pulled into the vent. I grabbed him and pulled him back, starting to panic. Jordan cried out as Joey wrapped his arms around Jordan's chest, nearly getting him through the vent before I heard Mark scream.