EXIT of HELL | BFB Fanfic [DISCONTINUED]

-Busted-

Narrator's POV-

It was another day in the classroom, Four hadn't shown up for months, or that's what it seems like it's been that long according to the clock hung up on the wall. Clock's small necklace got busted, so he threw it away in the trash for it to rot. It's hard to identify him, but it's easier once you rememeber his messy hairstyle and blue freckles. Liy was sitting at her desk, humming to herself. She seemed content and happy, a rare feeling nowadays. Nobody knew her intent, except one. David and Liy arranged a deal to break into that room, and share whatever's in the room. It could be money, pencils, papers, even BFDI. They just had to get the damn door down to see. Shouldn't be too hard. The problem was that the door was metal, and there was no signs of metal. Only a keycard reader. This gave Liy a small idea. She decided to bring a chair along just to test how strong the door was before figuring out the perfect plan. She got up, quietly grabbing a chair and holding it up in a hugging position to bring it over to the door. The door was frightening and she could hear the voices behind the door again. It... was much more familiar than she remebered. It was as if she met them. She ignored that.

She stared at the door, beginning to lift up the chair and hit the door with it. The chair was fairly tough, but broke on impact with the door making a small hole. "What the.." The voices said, as they clearly had noticed it. Liy decided to quickly run away and craft her plan. It was easy and quick, but she needed to enlist the help of her close friend.

She quietly looked over to David, "I have a plan, come on!" She had a grin as she took out her hand. David reluctantly accepted, placing his hand on hers as her gripped firmed to bring the duo at the door. As they arrived, a even bigger hole seemed to form. "Okay.. Uhh- Are you strong enough?" Liy asked, looking at David. He was investigating the hole. "Huh? Hmm, lemme try." Since he was clearly strong, he practically made a massive hole.

Liy's POV-

They're... there. The murderers. The ones who were successfully caught. I was in horrid, just watching them. Was this the detention room? I looked over to the table, with 7 organized trays and a large pile of paper rising nearly to the roof of the room. Tuey were planning something. I couldn't understand what, but I quickly grabbed David and got out of there.

What have we done.

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oh no theyre free
maybe that promise wont last for long..