Miserable.
That's the word that best describes the feelings of the four remaining guys. They were all bunched up against the back wall of the security office, thinking through everything that has happened, every little detail was stuck into their minds like glue.
Tyler had his hands on his eyes while he was overthinking Lui's death in his head. It's just rewinding itself to when he touched Lui's hand for the last time until the bunny took his life away with his bare hands.
Brock had his knees pulled up against his chest with his head laying on top of his knees. Marcel's painful face was stuck in his mind and it's haunting him. Though Brock was drowning in his eyes filled with his tears that are full of regret.
Jonathan was leaning his head against the cold wall of the security office. All of his friends were mostly gone. He had Evan, Tyler and Brock. . .all of his friends have died trying their best to survive and what has he been doing? Sleeping, watching camera's, and shutting doors.
Evan on the other hand wasn't taking this very well, he was pulling at his hair physically and cursing himself that this was all his fault. He thinks that if it wasn't for him disrespecting a game creator than he wouldn't have suffered through his friends death's.
"I see you are all in a great mood." The creator's voice leaks through the phone and none of the guys say a word.
"Come on. . .You guys were doing great! What's with the long faces?" The creator soon starts laughing and the guys stick to their spots. They couldn't budge, they were motionless.
"Alright, you guys are actually starting to make me feel bad. . .0.5% of my body feels guilt." He bursts out laughing and soon the guys all glare at the phone. One by one, they all started to stand up with balled fists. They all walk towards the phone and stare at it.
"Woah, you guys don't look too good. . .Wanna get checked? By Freddy?" He continues to joke around and laugh at his stupid words. The guys had enough with his bullshit.
"Just shut up for one. . .fucking. . .moment." Tyler says and the creator soon grows silent at Tyler's voice. Tyler rubs his irritated eyes and sighs.
"Can't you see what your putting us through? Watching our friends die isn't easy, why won't you understand that?" Tyler's words hit the creator, hard. He did know how it feels when he lost friends, which is the reason he built this game. . .with the help of his friends.
"I understand completely, but I don't care about you or your friends, you all disrespected me and my game. You should know by now that this is what you deserve!" The creator's voice echoes throughout the whole pizzeria, bouncing off each dark corner.
"You are one sick fuck!" Jonathan bursts out and the guys all look at him, knowing that he might've triggered the creator. To their luck, clanking was heard through the halls and the animatronics were blocking the entrances leaving the four men trapped.
"Please! Let us rest. . .we are tired and we need are energy for the final night." Evan says and the animatronics went back to their place. They all sighed in relief.
"Alright. . .but I will let you off with a warning." The guys were tired of trying to stay alive and tired from trying to save their friends but no luck came to that.
"Enjoy, your 'Final Night'. . ." Was the last thing the creator said before leaving. The guys all sat down and the room was soon filled a growling stomach. They forgot that they haven't eaten at all. This is a video game so going to the kitchen is hopeless.
"Fuck man. . .I wish I had fooood. . ." Jonathan says and the guys chuckle though they all felt the same way. Tyler though remembered that he had something in his pocket.
"Oh my god! I forgot I had this!" He pulls out a granola bar and the guys all stare at the sudden view of food.
"Don't worry, I will share it. . ." Tyler gives each of them a piece of the granola bar and they all savoured the food they had. It wasn't much but it will give them enough energy for the next night.
"Thanks Tyler, you saved us." Evan says but Tyler's face soon goes damp.
"I wasn't able to save Lui. . .or Craig. . ." His voice cracks at the end and the guys pat him on the back.
"Tyler, the last night is coming in 2 minutes, after that we will all go home to our original lives." Evan says and Tyler looks at him with hope. They all were glad that the fifth night is finally here, they will play again, continue on their channels and live freely with their families.
This is the night that will bring everything back. . .the last night, or is it?
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Five Nights Of Regret (VanossCrew Fanfiction)
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