Underneath the Mask: A Five Nights at Freddys Story

Chapter ten

"Use the trash can! Your taller than I am!" I whispered back, scrambling out of the way as Kyle pulled himself up onto the vent.

We smiled at each other, not really feeling it but contiued are path.

"Are you sure this isn't gonna lead us, straight into a heater or something?" Kyle asked nervously.

"Sense when has there been a heater here?" I joked.

He smirked. The vent wasn't light. We used the flashlight as a beam to guide the way.
After about 15 minutes we arrived at another grate.

"How are we supposed to get through this?" Kyle sighed.

I winked, pulled out a Bobby-pin from my hair and worked my way on clearing the rust around the nails.

"Gotcha!" I said more to myself when the grate fell forwards, slamming onto the floor making a loud,
Clang!

"Shhh!" Kyle hissed.

"Whatever. We're in." I bit my lip, pushing myself face first out of the vent onto the floor.

"You ok?" He muttered from the darkness above.

"Yeah. Come on down." I mumbled back.

I felt a thump next to me and I felt around for his shoulder. I found his knee.

"What did you do, leap?" I giggled.

We stood up, dusting ourselves off, and turning the flashlight on.
The beam shimmered across the kitchen floor. It was checkered.

"What is that smell?" Kyle plugged his nose.

"What ever it is, I don't wanna know." I gulped.

"Come on, let's look around." Kyle switched the topic.

"For what?" I said as I made my way over to the counter, covered with spoons, forks and cook books.

"Anything strange. Evidence, you know?" Kyle called back to me.

He used his own police light to shine it over the stove and meat cooler.

"Hey, wait a second...." I said looking up from the counter to the vent we were just in.

There was a giggle. High pitched.

"Hello? Hi!"

The voice crept over to me. It chilled my bones. We both fell silent. A boy stood there. Hiding in the shadows. Holding balloons, his mouth open. He had glistening blue eyes and long eyelashes.

"Kyle, what is that?" I tried to tell him as quiet as possible.

Suddenly my light flickered.

"What?" I muttered to myself, I palmed it.

It turned off. Kyle's flicked once, twice then flicked off. Uh oh. That's when something happened. It felt like a sword dug into my ankle, it ripped through my flesh, knocking me off my feet. This iron-something was still digging through my leg and the pulled me across the floor.

"KYLE!!" I screamed, blood rushing down my leg, tears running down my face.

Pain was like fear, it slowly crept up until you were engulfed in it.

"WHAT? WHAT'S WRONG!??" He yelled back.

I could tell his voice was losing its flare. That's when it hit me. It wasn't a sword that had was impaled through my ankle. It was a hook.

"FOXY!!!" I Screamed with all my voice until it cut out.

I must be dead. I have to be. Please let me be dead!