Night 10
" Why did Tortuga even show me this old tapes?!" I say kinda, maybe a little too loudly...... ok way too loudly. I... I really shouldn't have yelled, which was made apparent by one of my animatronic friends coming in. " Uhh. you ok David?" Said Charlie. Alright let me explain, Charlie is a little cat who's been, well... how to say it? He's not been repaired in a while, and is very 'reserved'. Oddly even though he's supposed to deal kids he only really talks to me, and to be quite honest I'm not sure why.
" Yeah I'm fine buddy, how about you?" I say trying to not sound frustrated or confused. "Oh Ok. I'm do'in ok apart from the lack of repairs. But I do have to mention that uh... well my left leg keeps glitching. It's making it hard to walk." while he's talking I notice a little black spark of electricity come from him. " Well that's just terrible. I'll see what I can do about getting Nora to fix you." I say with a fake smile. I'm pretty sure he's buying it. After another conversation and more black sparks I eventually get him to leave my office. I take out the tape I just watched and pack up. Next night I come just to have Tortuga track me down and make me watch more tapes... again.
|A large unknown figure passes in front of the camera. There are the sounds of fast paced footsteps and muffled screams that echo the hall. A young girl maybe at the age of five at the oldest ducks under a pile of presents, while a boy around the age of ten ducks under the table. An echoed female voice yells something indistinguishable as two girls similar to the boy run out of the hall. One of which, is carrying a small pocket knife, that seems to have small amounts of blood dribbling down it.They both hide under the stage by going through a broken side panel.
There's the sound of someone limping coming from the hall. The camera view switches to the hall way. Standing there is a girl maybe eighteen, she also has a long braid of chocolate brown hair. One of her arms is wrapped around her side where blood is slowly dripping down her pants leg. That of her other is holding a metal squirt bottle marked with a skull and, a pair of golden daggers. Suddenly her left leg gives out, she then falls to the ground. The girl seems to mutter something under her breathe. While leaning against the wall she begins to pull herself up.
Her foot slips a few times in the puddle of blood beneath her. As she rises once more the view changes back to the previous room. One of the girls under the stage comes out and up to the camera, with a pained look she holds up a newspaper, the only visible part saying "December 8 2029". The tape cuts out and switches to a different time.
The stage now has three foxes. The fox to the far left has the colors of ice, The center fox is deep blue, and The final fox has black and purple wings also, it's fur seems to be covered in small whitish pinkish splotches. The hallway has now been replaced with a small counter, next to said counter is a door marked employees only. The camera switches to display the inside of the "employees only" room. The room is nearly pitch black minus a two sets of glowing, nearly colorless, animatronic eyes.
The camera switches once again this time to a small possibly fire resistant room, The room doesn't have an easily seen door either. The room is also very dark as it is being lit by a single dim lightbulb. The floor of the room seems to be either stained red or has a red carpet. At the very edge of the light it seems like something is quietly moving. The light sound of metal scraping metal starts up. Just then what looks like a green shoe with red marks or, possibly animatronic paw partially stained red, either way it slides slightly into view| just before the tape cuts out and refuses to play anymore footage.
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