Eight Friends at Freddy's 《Book2》

Peanut Butter Killer

"It's all done for," Austin laughed. Everything was pitch black and the flashlights weren't working. Mark and Jordan went silent. I felt Jordan try and grab at me but Joey pulled him through the vent. I went to scream and grab at him, but I couldn't scream and I ended up grabbing at a wall. I shut my eyes and clawed at the wall, opening my eyes to see I was trapped in a box. I felt around the box and pushed at the top, jumping once I felt it give.

"They're all dead, for good this time."

I sat up and lifted the box, peering out to see Joey, not Balloon Boy, backing away from the stage. Jordan was on stage, smiling at him. He was Balloon Boy. Sonja screamed and cried and grabbed onto Tucker once they saw me. I looked at myself, wearing all black. My eyes hurt and my face burned. I felt my face, my eyes completely gone. Austin laughed.

"No one is able to save them any longer."

Mark turned his head, holding up a little cupcake. Austin walked over ot him, meaning his must've been Chica.

"This little cupcake is all of you at once," Austin said down to the line of people in front of the stage. Jake covered his face. Mark squished his little cupcake.

I shut the box and covered my ears, but Austin was loud enough to be heard.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU ALL!" he screamed, making me scream. I opened my eyes and as back in the office, the lights on and everyone looking around. They looked mortified. We all had the nightmare. I looked into the vent, not seeing Jordan. He wasn't in the office, either. I stood up and looked around, grabbing my glasses off of the desk and shoving them onto my face.

"What's wrong?" Tom asked. Mark stood up and stared at Jon who was staring at him.

"Joey, he.. he took Jordan."

I ran out of the office in my bare feet not even caring about the pain in my leg from where Suzy clawed and grabbed me. I had to find Jordan. I checked the first room where the vent led to and there was no one there, and there wasn't anyone in the other rooms, save for Dodger and Jake in the back room and restroom.

I walked briskly into the main room and saw Austin still in his seat. No Joey. No Jordan. I hopped onto the stage and grabbed Austin's neck, rage making my face red and my body warm.

"Where did Joey take Jordan?"

"Balloon Boy took Mr. Fitzgerald away for good."

"His name isn't Jeremy Fitzgerald! His name is Jordan maron!"

"You're one to talk," Austin said with a laugh, as if mocking me, making me think there was more to what he said. Thus, I instigated.

"Really? Who am I, Austin? Who am I?" He turned his head and I adjusted my grip, turning his jaw to face me. He glared at me. "Golden Freddy, who am I?" I asked in a calmer voice. He smiled.

"You. Tell. Me." I stepped back and he began to laugh. I took another step back.

"Am I supposed to be Mike Schmidt?" I asked, feeling the edge of the stage. Austin nodded. I huffed and shook my head.

"I'm Daniel-Chase PopTart."

Step forward.

"I am a baker and a film producer."

Step forward.

"I have been subjected to hell for who knows how long and I'm fucking SICK of the amount of sequels of this fucking game!"

I stopped walking. Austin looked a bit scared. He smiled and Jordan fell from back behind the curtain, falling onto his face. He crawled away from the curtain and looked up at me, Joey walking forward and laughing. I stood there, filled with determination.

"The ironic part is that despite hating the sequels, I still managed to beat all of the modes. In turn, I beat you."

Joey quickly grabbed Austin's head and with one quick turn, snapped it. Austin's head hung and Joey stood there, smiling. I wasn't moved. I was pissed. I turned around and looked around the dining area, seeing most of the others had come out and witnessed what had just happened.

Jordan stood and I grabbed onto him, feeling myself begin to cry. We clung onto each other and I looked at Joey. Tony jumped onto stage and stealthily walked behind Joey, going to grab his wires. He was stopped, however, by Joey grabbing him and pulling him to the ground hard. Joey turned right around and smiled at me.

"Rip his wires out!" Tom yelled. Tony stood back up and Jordan and I backed up, nearing the edge of the stage. Tony grabbed Joey's wires and was suddenly shocked, sending him to the floor after jolting about. I gasped, stepping back, sending us over the edge of the stage and onto the floor. We landed hard, but my growing anger was enough to numb my pain. I stood and hopped back onto the stage and stared at Joey.

"He isn't saveable!" Tom yelled.

"Of course he is," I said, but then Joey did the unthinkable: he ripped his own wires out. He laughed and stood there, still content as Balloon Boy. He wasn't saveable; Tom was right.

"Leave us alone!" Mark screamed. I looked down to see Tom and Sonja helping Jordan up.

"Someone get Jon!" I heard Matt yell. I looked over to see him struggling to get into the main room, the pain taking him over. I looked back to Joey. He ran at me and pushed me off the stage, making me fall into Mark and Sonja, but I quickly got right back up and grabbed Joey's feet, pulling him off.

Joey hit the ground and I felt a hand on my shoulder, everyone gasping. I saw yellow lights and smelled the rot of a body. Freddy.