Trapped

Chapter 7

  As Nate hid, his fear grew. The aninimatronics were bound to find him, and they would kill him. Although he had begun to suspect that this was a dream, The cuts on his arms from Bonnie said otherwise.

  "Was it you, or was it me? Is this a nightmare or just a dream? I've lost my mind, I've lost myself. Am I at home, or am I in hell?" Nate sang silently, tears running down his face. Though it had only been 25 minutes that he had been in that closet, he felt as if he had been in there for hours.

  'Only a little longer,' Nate thought. Only 30 minutes left, and night 5 would end, right?

  If that was correct, Nate was going to have to find the person who brought him here.

  He continued singing to him self until 6:00 A.M., and then checked outside the closet. Sure enough, the animatronics were gone.

  But how was Nate going to get out? It wasn't like a the door would just magically be there. And Nate had no clue where he was, so it's not like he could just walk home. Even if he knew where he was, he had injured his foot when he had kicked Bonnie.

  'I'm going to die here' Nate thought grimly to himself, as he collapsed once more, weeping silently once again.