It's Just A Game [Dan and Phil]

Chapter 7

When Paris awoke and her vision cleared, all she could see was darkness. Darkness everywhere. She couldn't move, either. She felt around the room. Her hands weren't tied, which was an advantage, but her legs were bound to the floor with chains and a large metal ball. She wasn't going to get anywhere.

She tried to sit up but rammed into a wall. Or was it a wall? Was it...a mirror? The wall reflected the room she was in, but she didn't see her own reflection. The only thing it could be was a window.

She formed a fist with her scarred hand and knocked lightly. She heard something move. Paris quickly scooted away, expecting it to be an animatronic, but what she saw blew her mind.

"D-Dan?!" She exclaimed, and made her way back over to the window.

"Paris..." She heard a muffled voice say her name.

It was still dark, but she could still make out Dan pressing his hand against the window. He leaned in closer, his breath fogging the glass. Paris watched as his eyes overflowed with tears.

She, too, put her hand on the glass, over Dan's. His hand was much bigger than hers. She giggled. Dan's head leaned on the window now, as well, and Paris copied his movement. He started to smile.

"Paris...Paris, I..." Dan started, but stopped in the middle of his sentence. He now avoided eye context with her, and his shy smile disappeared.

She tilted her head to the side to express confusion. What was wrong?

"Paris...I'm sorry I did this to you. If I hadn't escaped, if I had just sucked it up, you could be safe."

Paris was shocked by his words. "Yes, Dan, but you'd also be dead!" She raised her voice. Now her eyes burned, but she wasn't going to cry again.
Be strong, Paris.

"So what?! You'd have Phil! He would have taken great care of you! But now you're not going to have anyone because we're both goners now. Goners!" Dan ranted. "I'm so sorry..."

Silence now joined the room, joined with the frigid darkness. Paris shivered.

"Dan..." She said. She wanted to console him, but she knew there was nothing she could say. He was probably right. And now Phil would be left alone.

"Don't be sorry, Dan. At least...at least we have each other...for now."

Suddenly Dan was wracked in sobs, he curled over into a ball, and removed his hand from Paris's. A single tear slid down her cheek. Be strong, Paris.

She had nothing else to say to help, her words had apparently made it worse. They were waiting to die. But Chica had said they couldn't be killed without being tortured. Well this was the definition of torture. Being so close to him but yet so far. Watching him break down but not being able to help.

Suddenly she was no longer sad. All she felt was anger. Her body trembled and she stared down at the chains below her. They would keep her here until the animatronics would come to end her.

Paris narrowed her eyes and grabbed the chain. She pulled it and the metal ball moved. Was it really light? There was hope!

She wrapped her hands around the ball and tried to lift it. She probably looked really stupid. It probably weighed several tons...but then how come simply pulling the chain moved it? Was she underestimating her own strength? After all, her hands were scarred and bruised.

Paris suddenly sprouted and idea. She crawled away from Dan and pulled the chain once more. The ball budged slightly. So her plan could work.

She mustered up all her courage and strength and yanked on the chain with all her might. The giant metal ball went flying at the glass and the sound seemed to echo across the whole world.

Dan looked up and crawled over to Paris. His hands were shaking as he reached them out through the open space they now had. Paris grabbed his hands. They were freezing cold. She bent over and planted a kiss on them. Dan grinned and grabbed her waist. Paris was pulled over to the other side and was in Dan's arms within a second.

They embraced each other in what they thought were their final moments. They didn't ever let go, either. At least not until they heard footsteps pounding on the ground so hard that the floor vibrated beneath them.

They looked up at each other and nodded. Dan tugged on his chain. The ball moved. So when the door opened, and Chica came into the room, she was a pile of metal before she could say a word.
*****
There was that noise again! What was going on?! Phil started to panic. The first time it was glass shattering and a bone-chilling thud. This time there was no glass.

Phil had ventured back upstairs to find Paris, but to no avail. She wasn't anywhere. Phil knew she had likely been taken as well.

Phil had also gone into Dan's room. The room was an actual pigsty. A bloody pigsty. Phil's heart sunk. It wasn't like this when Dan has been taken. This was Paris's blood.

Phil warily walked over and inspected the bloody dresser.

Down the rabbit hole...

Huh? That could only mean one thing. They were underground. But...there was no basement. Could it be that these crazed robots had dug their own hole?

Phil was so confused. His stomach growled and his eyelids were growing heavy, but he couldn't stop to rest or eat, this was a dire situation that needed to be tended to immediately. Or else...

Phil knew that both Dan and Paris had been knocked out before taken, so they didn't know where they were. Paris might have had an idea because of the message that drew her blood. But Dan had no clue. If he wasn't dead by now, he was most likely turning insane.

There had to be more clues somewhere. Where else would the animatronics go? They had been in Dan's room, so logic says that they should have also been in Phil's. But to be honest, Phil really did not feel up to going in there is its anything like his friend's.

Paris's room? The guest room. That was his next stop. But he didn't quite know what to expect. Foxy had been dealt with by Paris, but now that she wasn't there, Phil was alone and weak and if anything like that happens again, Phil was a dead man. But he needed to be strong. Just like his younger comrade.

Phil started to wonder about her, but he was no longer worried. He had faith in Paris. If anyone else tried anything, they would have to go through her, and that didn't go to well for Foxy.

Phil's thoughts began to wander even further on his way to the guest room. He wondered if Dan would pull anything near the likes of Paris. Phil began to think about Dan. But not like he thought of his other friends. He'd done this a couple of times but Phil had simply brushed it off. Phil saw Dan's face. His smoldering brown eyes. His dimples. His smile...

No. This isn't right. And besides, he might not make it. Hopefully Paris would protect him. Thinking of her again, Phil grinned. There was no way anything would bring her down. As he reached the guest room door, he took a deep breath. Paris was a Christian. She taught him how to pray and talk to the Lord. After a quick prayer for his friends' safety. Phil found himself thinking aloud.

"Be strong, Paris."