The Two of Us

Rust

Due to the fact that the long hallways and dusty ass rooms of the 'employees only' area had no windows, we found ourselves in pretty intense darkness as we entered them.

But of course, we did have Leslie's phone light.

And Blair's. She pulled hers out too.

The first room we found was only a few feet away from the door we came through. Leslie kicked that door open too, by the way.

In there, we found the animatronics. They were spread out across the space somewhat carelessly. 

"Jackpot, my dudes."

We all started heading into the room. Admittedly, it was pretty creepy with all of the animatronics untouched by light just kinda looking vaguely like humans shrouded in darkness.

We were only about four feet in before Freddy screeched and grabbed onto Leslie. "WH-WH-WHAT THE HECK JUST BRUSHED MY ARM!?"

Leslie shined her phone light towards where Freddy was just standing. There was a beat-up chicken animatronic laying on a table. Both of the arms were hanging over the side of the table, positioned in a way that made it look like it was t-posing. Freddy probably brushed against the wires jutting out of where its hands used to be. "It's just a chicken, ya chicken."

"OH..." Freddy loosened his grip on Leslie but didn't let go of her. Not even once she kept walking.

"You don't have to keep holding onto me, you know."

"OH, I DON'T MIND."

"Alright then. I'm going over here."

They then disappeared around a corner together, leaving just me and Blair.

Just the two of us.

She looked at me. "Want to check out what's behind that door over there?" She pointed to a dinged-up door on the opposite side of the room.

"Sure, why not?" I shrugged.

We had to traverse a sea of animatronic parts and boxes to reach it. I nearly tripped about five times because I was a clumsy fuck. Blair laughed at me every single time before asking if I was okay.

I did actually manage to make it through in one piece surprisingly.

Can you guess what we found behind the door?

If you guessed more animatronics and boxes, you'd be correct.

The most interesting one was probably the big ass clown robot that was slumped over in the corner. It was probably about seven feet standing and had hollow-looking eye sockets.

"She's kinda cute," Blair commented offhandedly.

"What? No, that thing is creepy. Its got no eyes and major perma-smile. And it's a clown. I hate clowns."

"You hate clowns?" Blair asked, sounding surprised.

"Yeah, why do you sound all shocked?"

"I don't know." She shrugged. "Something about that just feels really ironic."

She then proceeded to shine her phone light directly onto the robot. 

"And she does have eyes, it just looks like she doesn't because of the lighting." She paused for a moment. "She kinda looks like you, actually."

I gasped in feigned offense, "Ouch, why would you try to insult me like that? Damn."

She rolled her eyes playfully. "I'm not insulting you. I called her cute a minute ago, didn't I?"

I felt heat rise to my face. "Whatever, I'm getting out of here before that thing tries to rip our faces off or something. I bet it's just pretending to be shut down."

"Oh yes, I'm sure she is. And she's been waiting over 30 years in this room for us to come in so that she can kill us."

"You never know!"

"Yeah, alright." Blair laughed. As she walked past me out of the room, she tugged the strings of my sweatshirt so that my hood -- which I had put on earlier -- pretty much closed over my face.

"Oh, so now you're trying to temporarily blind me to leave me open to attack as you make your escape? I see how it is. Well, I don't see anything actually."

That got another laugh. "You caught me. It was nice knowing you, Tenner. But someone has to be sacrificed and that someone won't be me."

"Not if manage to get away before you." I blindly bumped into the doorframe twice. "Ah, shit. Nevermind, you'll get away before me."

I finally pulled my damn hood off as Freddy and Leslie reappeared.

"Hey, find anything interesting?" Blair asked.

"Not really, dude. We went through some door and Fred heard a few noises. Now he thinks there's a ghost in here. Or a murderer," Leslie answered nonchalantly.

I raised an eyebrow. "That constitutes as nothing to you?"

"Yeah, I mean there are tons of random sounds of here. And I doubt any of them are 'cause of ghosts."

'Fair enough.'

'Still could've been people noises, though.'

"IT W-W-WAS A GHOST!" Freddy said defensively. He had finally let go of Leslie, by the way. But he was still stood really close to her.

"Whatever you say, man."

"I'M SERIOUS!"

Nobody took Freddy seriously. 

But as we exited the room, we were greeted by something unexpected.

It was...

I don't know, some random guy behind us.

Probably could've made that sound more dramatic, but whatever.

He let out a loud, velociraptor-like screech as he popped up behind us.

We all screamed.

Leslie shined her light in the direction of the figure.

She rolled her eyes as soon as she saw his face.

"Real funny, Mr. Emily."

"Sorry, kiddo. Couldn't resist."

The man stepped closer. He was a thin guy with brown hair, a beard, glasses, and a red flannel on.

"Wait, you know this guy?" I asked.

"Yeah, this is my neighbor. He's the dude that owns this place," Leslie explained.

Everyone let out an 'ohhh' in realization.

"Did you just come here to scare the crap out of us?"

Mr. Emily shook his head. "No, I was looking for something. But I ran into your sibling and their rabbit puppet suggested that I scare you."

Fallon and Bon-Bon popped out from around a corner.

"Should've seen your faces. Hilarious. Y'all are pansies." Bon-Bon laughed.

Leslie sent the small puppet a glare. "You may laugh now, but I'll get my revenge later."

"Oh wow, I'm so scared," Bon-Bon replied with heavy sarcasm.

"I would be," Fallon said. "One time I ate Leslie's sandwich, and for a week and a half after I found a hotdog hidden in all of my meals. And in my drinks. I don't even know how she managed to do it, to be honest. It was like witchcraft or something."

"Witchcraft, smitchcraft. I can handle whatever she throws."

Leslie and Bon-Bon started arguing as we said goodbye to Mr. Emily and left the building.

The argument ended with Leslie throwing Bon-Bon across the parking lot like a football.

After that, we went and got pizza at a place that was significantly less dusty and abandoned.