WyldCard took Shayne and led her through halls and doorways until Shayne stopped at a big, heavy, metal door. WyldCard's glowing eyes illuminated it with an eerie fuchsia tint. It was labeled "Archives". A dark stain colored the floor in front of it, and papers stuck out from under it. Brown stains covered the text on the yellowing pages, making them unintelligible.
"Wh-what is..." Shayne's heart pumped rapidly.
"Ignore that."
"Is...is that...?"
"SHAYNE! IT'S NOT IMPORTANT!"
WyldCard's sudden rise of voice startled Shayne. The animatronic let go of her and looked away.
"Oh. Okay. Uh... WyldCard? The lights-"
WyldCard whipped his head around and stared into Shayne's eyes. His now blaring red eyes gave a horrifying look to him.
"You don't pay attention, do you? You don't realize I am a MONSTER!!! CAN'T YOU SEE?! WHY DO YOU KEEP COMING BACK?!"
Shayne shook her head. "I...I don't know...I..."
"Of course you don't know!!! You never know! You never do anything!!! Not even that day, when I was being ripped to pieces!!!"
"What?!" Tears streamed down her face. She no longer saw WyldCard, but a dark haired boy with gray eyes and a scared look on his face. Blood stained his clothes. To Shayne, he looked oddly familiar...
Shayne backed up slowly. "Stop it WyldCard! You're scaring me!!!"
"Go ahead and cry, Kelly! YOU CAN'T CHANGE THE PAST!!!"
"SHAYNE! SHAYNE! SHAYNE!"
The young woman found herself on WyldCard's lap, on the floor in front of a big, heavy, metal door labeled "Breaker". It was opened, and Shayne saw wires and a big switch inside of it. She also noticed the lights were on as well.
"Shayne! Are you all right? You blacked out as soon as you saw the door. What happened?"
The female night guard was, once again, at a loss for words. Instead, she curled up and buried her face in the pink patch of fur on WyldCard's chest, tears streaming down her face and choking back sobs. WyldCard instinctively put his arms around her, stroking her hair.
In his mind, he saw his last image from when he was human: a brightly colored animatronic pushing away the one trying to save him while he was ripped apart limb from limb.
In his mind, he saw his true love pushed to the side, horror stricken face screaming for help.
In his mind, the mind of twenty year-old Owen Harrison, with dark hair and wide gray eyes, he saw his Kelly Oakley, limp, his Shayne, comatose.
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The Virus
Science FictionWelcome to BlackJack's! Do not touch the animatronic in the back room. It is disabled but infected with a deadly computer virus. Go near it, and you're dead. Repeat, do not touch the animatronic in the back room. Thank you. Have a nice night!
