Game on

Level 9. Dropped in

Sneaking down the hallway, we managed to sneak by the animatronic things that hunted us, and were halfway down to the office,when we heard laughter. Peering around the corner, we saw the office, and the chair,which had its back to us. "Come on." Ivan whispered, showing me his watch. "We have five minutes. The longer we stay here, the more exposed we are." Nodding, I curled my hands around the metal bar, and took a step around the corner.

Halfway down the hall,I heard those mechanical footsteps of our pursuers,and we took off,heading right for the office. Somewhere, I must have had a untied shoe,because I lost my grip on the metal bar, and tripped,sliding five feet before slamming against the desk. Fighting through the haze, I looked up to see that it was Toy Chicka, standing over me,her eyes burning with malicious glee. "Fuck off,you KFC reject!" Ivan yelled,smacking her with a metal chair. All that did was make her grab me,and hold me up by my throat, choking me. I heard the twang of the chair as it hit Chicka's back, but I knew this time, I really would die to this Sesame Street reject. As I slowly faded out, I heard the one sound that signified the one thing I was afraid of.

Golden Freddy...

I heard his garbled roar surround me, and I felt myself fall to the floor,coughing and rubbing my throat. Looking up, I saw Toy Chicka fleeing down the main corridor. Slowly rising, I turned around to come to see the chair swivel around, revealing the occupant.

"What's good,boys?" Victor Orem joked, putting his feet up on the desk. I felt my knees wobble from the relief of who I saw, cracking a weary smile. "Victor. You crazy SOB... how the hell did you get here?" Victor shrugged, eating a slice of pizza. "Got a call, saw this place on my screen, and I jumped on in. You gotta say, it looks a lot better up close." He pushed himself up, rising from the chair. "So... what are we dealing with now?" Victor asked, stuffing the crust in his mouth. "Jackbox type of spirit?" Ivan shook his head. "Just a ordinary Revenant spirit. This one likes games." Victor chuckled, showing his usual devil may care attitude off. "So do I. You guys close to beating this fool?" We both nodded, then Ivan checked his watch. "We got two minutes left." No sooner did those words leave his lips, than the entire building suddenly resonate with a loud noise, almost as if it was coming alive. "Shit! Glitch must have activated all of the bots!" I yelled, backing up. I rushed behind the desk to a door,which opened to a safe room. "Get in! If we hide here, we can make it!" Victor and Ivan both rushed inside, leaving me to enter last,and slam the door shut behind me. Panting,I sat there,leaning against the door.

"Maybe they aren't here yet?" Ivan hoped out loud. The door bulged and boomed,almost knocking me off of it. "Wishful thinking, Cabrera!" Victor said, throwing his weight against the door. Ivan pitched in as well, throwing his small, but muscular frame into the door. "Come on out,kiddies!" The voice of Toy Chicka said, and here fingers curled around the edge of the door. "We just want to play!" I shoved my weight against the door harder, sweating from the effort. "No, you want to play with my internal organs! I'd rather you not!" I yelled back, shutting the door,and cutting off the mechanical digits at the joints.

Picking one up while pushing against the door,Victor laughed. "There's something I quite can't put my finger on that doesn't feel right!" He laughed over the sound of metal scratching metal. "Shut the hell up!" Ivan yelled, eyes on his watch. "We have a minute left, and now is not the time for bad finger puns!" I opened my mouth to yell at them both, but then the door flew open, knocking us all into the back wall. We all looked up,to see a purple man step in the room. "Hey,kids. How about we play a nice game?" I noticed that he wore the same uniform as us,and groaned. "Guys... its him. Its the FNAF killer!" I looked around, only to find myself alone. "Oh,man. Glitch is gonna love hearing that you died here." Purple Guy gloated, pulling a very nasty looking knife, with a black,hooked blade at its end. He picked me up by the front of my shirt, and laughed. "Any last words, kid?" I smiled, faintly hearing the chimes that rang out at the end of each night. "Yea. Two." I wriggled out of his grip, and fell to the floor, sinking quickly into the ground. "Game over." I raised my right hand in the one finger salute as I disappeared into the blackness again, hearing not only Purple guy's scream of rage, but I think I heard Glitch roar out in protest at my narrow escape.