Underneath the Mask: A Five Nights at Freddys Story

Chapter seven

"So the good news is, nose not broken!" Roxy said as we entered the small resturaunt.

"Well at least one thing good happened tonight!" Zander grinned.

"Yeah." Kyle muttered quietly.

I knew something going on.

"Cool, Zander, Roxy hold our table, I think I dropped my keys in the parking lot. Kyle, help?" I said smiled, looking clumsy.

"Ok, sure." Kyle raised his eye brows expression flooding back into him.

We exited the resturaunt. I glanced around and before he said anything, i slammed him onti the side of the resturaunts wall.

"Wha-" Kyle yelled.

"What's wrong?" I asked, raising one eye brow, my arms pressing him backwards onto the wall.

"What do y-you mean?" He swallowed.

"Don't play dumb with me." I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not playing dumb!" He exclaimed.

I groaned. I didn't know what made me do it. The perfect momment maybe? Anyways I leaned in and kissed him.
Our lips met and I quickly just got it over with. When I pulled away his eyes were dusty.

"Now tell me, what's wrong?" This time I asked more softly pulling my arms down.

"It's just-" Kyle sighed, rubbed his cheek.

"Every day I remember these things, the horrifying day!" Kyle explained.

Even I could see it.

It was a Friday. A big birthday party. Kyle's dad, invited us to help carrying balloons and such.

"I wanna see them Daddy I wanna see them!" Kyle whined.

"No son. I told you those things aren't toys. They will hurt you!" His father yelled.

Kyle shut up about going to see the robots. So we just met up with Zander Roxy and the twins and went to the arcade, bored. Suddenly we saw a large group of children run up to Magle a robot fox that was laughing muttering,

"It's ok Kiddos! Every matie with her a turn to play!"

They must have been playing a game becuase Mangle was twitching. It was abnormal. Her voice box was glitching too.

"What's going on Kyle?" I asked him.

He had just shrugged.

"Mummy? What's the fox doing?" Asked the birthday boy.

Then something happened. It was fast. It was a blur too. The foxs head opened, it's jaw extended, the teeth sharper then knives showing and a jaws big enough to rip the head off this kid had lurched forwards but someone dove through the crowd, pushing aside the kid. Kyle's dad. His head being ripped into. I had heard screaming. I turned away from Kyle's father and the fox that latched onto him. I looked around for the little boy. The birthday boy was gone and hasn't been found sense.