WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS DESCRIPTIVE SCENES OF BLOOD AND GORE. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 10 YEARS OF AGE. OR IF YOU DON'T LIKE HORROR. FIRST TO READ: @TidalRogue (so, pls follow him) “Well, that couldn't have gone worse.” he said, using his sleeve to clean his face off. Allan limped towards Jeremy’s bike. He examined the chain, which was broken and twisted. “Yep. Great job. Only snapped the chain on your bike.” Jeremy whipped around. What?! How am I going to get back then?” Allan shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.” Jeremy slumped over and sighed. “Great.” Allan frowned and grumbled something under his breath. “Hmm?” Jeremy hummed. Allan shook his head. “Nothing.” Just then, another bike pulled up and Armi stepped off. “So what’s the deal? Why are we out in this sort of weather? Hmm?” It didn’t take long for Allan to figure out that Armi was in a mood. “Now that everyone is here, we’ll go. We had to wait-” Armi waved him off. “Eh. As long as we get somewhere warm.” Allan felt the sudden urge to push Armi off of his high horse, but he contained himself. “Alright. Let’s go.” They all got on their bikes, everyone but Jeremy. “Wait! What about me?” They all stood there in silence. Allan growled. “Fine. You can ride with me. But don’t do anything weird.” Jeremy smiled and thanked him. He got on the back of Allan’s bike, and Allan slumped over. Armi and Damian were already off, Claire stayed behind. Allan just happened to look up and see Claire smiling at him. Allan quickly looked back down, and blushed. “You’ll be fine.” she said, slipping her helmet back on. She took off leaving Allan and Jeremy behind. Jeremy leaned in behind Allan. “I think she likes you.” Allan turned and glared at Jeremy. “I told you to not do anything weird.” They reached the woods in a matter of minutes. The woods were dark, but the snow made it seem pleasant. Though, all the snow did was cover up something sinister. . . Allan pulled to a stop. He was the last one to make it. And there stood an old, ruined building. The snow covered the front of the building, but nothing drew the strangeness away of the giant open field. He could hardly see the building; the snow was almost a blizzard. He jumped off, Jeremy following suit. “I guess they're already inside by now!” Allan yelled over the roaring snow. Jeremy nodded. “I think so too!” They took a running start towards the building. Allan glanced down just in time to see a sign: WELCOME TO FREDDY FAZBEAR’S PIZZA! A MAGICAL PLACE FOR- The rest of the sign was covered up with snow, and Allan didn’t have the time to bend down and pick it up. He and Jeremy made it to the front doors, which were opened by Armi. “Get in!” he yelled. They jumped in, and Armi slammed the door. The hall was pitch black. Strangely the inside of the building was the exact opposite of the outside. Inside was warm, the air stale. The darkness was almost eerie. . . “Whew! It really kicked it up a notch out there didn’t it?” Damian asked, unzipping his jacket. Claire nodded, unzipping her jacket as well. “Yeah. It looks like we might be stuck here for a while.” Just then, they heard whistling coming from behind them. Jeremy glanced around nervously. “Who’s that?” Allan shrugged his shoulders, backing up towards the door. “I don’t know. . .” Then, out of the shadows, stepped Wade. “You guys just got here?” he asked, looking them up and down. They all stared at him. “Ahem.” Allan coughed. “When did you get here?” Damian questioned. Wade shrugged his shoulders and leaned against the wall. “About thirty minutes. I realized after I got here that my clock was off.” Allan walked forward. “Ah.” He then coughed and sneezed. “You okay?” Damian asked, tapping him on the shoulder. Allan waved him off. “I’m fine,” he said nasally. “Well,” he said, spinning to face his friends. “Welcome to Freddy’s.” They walked down the anonymous hallway; Allan led the group. The hallway was dark, and stuffy. The checkered tile was somewhat clean, almost intact over the past decade. Jeremy reached up and touched the smooth wall. “This is creepy. . .” The light above them flickered, filling the hallway with a bright white light. They all froze, waiting for the light to settle on staying off. “I can’t believe I was the only one to decide to bring a flashlight,” Allan said, eyeing the walls. Damian chuckled. As they walked, the hallway echoed their steps, almost rhythmically. The air was stale, but somehow. . . full of life. The group continued walking, until they reached a room. “Hm?” Allan shined the light upwards. On the door, there was a sign: PARTS AND SERVICE
Allan looked at Damian, who shook his head in refusal. “Dude, don’t do it.” Allan chuckled, then sneezed again. “Why? Are you scared?” Allan teased. Damian grinded his teeth, then sighed angrily. “No.” Allan twisted his mouth in a funny position. “Well, I’m going in.” Armi nodded. “Me too.” Jeremy and Wade nodded simultaneously. “Us too.” Allan glanced over at Claire, who seemed cautious. “You coming?” Claire snapped back into reality. “Uh. . . I don’t know. I agree with Damian.” Allan coughed and sneezed once more, the sound traveling down the hallway. “Okay. You guys stay here, I guess. Damian and Claire fidgeted with their jackets, feeling uneasy. “No, we’ll come.” Damian said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Allan smirked. “Cool.” He opened the door, its hinges snapping and groaning from the sudden movement. Allan shone the light into the room. The room had no roof, for the ceiling had caved in under the weight of the snow. There were shelves and boxes of various rusted parts and forgotten tools. There were wires, gears, bolts, screws, and other mechanical components that were buried under the rubble. There were also some snow-covered and ruined costumes and masks of the old animatronics, such as a bear, a rabbit, and some sort of a fox. Allan scanned the room with his flashlight, looking for anything interesting or useful. But alas, he found nothing. “Must’ve been a pretty busy place. . .” Claire said, picking up a mask of the bear. She wiped the mixture of snow and dust off of its face. “I like this one. I’m keeping it.” Allan laughed, picking up a robot-skeleton arm with a hook attached to the end of it. “This looks cool.” He examined it, eyeing it from all angles. “I wonder what it went to. . .” Damian stood by the door all this time, glancing all at his friends. “This isn’t right, guys.” Armi looked up from the box he was searching in. “What do you mean? It’s all useless anyways.” Wade nodded. “Yeah. Its not like anyone is going to use this stuff.” Claire glanced towards Damian. They locked eyes. “Guys, I think we should leave this room, and, y’know move to another.” Allan brought his head out of a box. “Hm. Fine. Come on, guys. Fun’s over.” Armi, Wade, and Jeremy all drooped their heads. “Man. . .'' Allan stood by the door with Damian, as the others walked out of the room. “Y’know. . .'' Allan said, sticking the arm into his pack, glared back into the room suspiciously. “This place is starting to give me the creeps.” Damian nodded in agreement. “Yeah. . .” When Jeremy left the room, Damian and Allan went to shut the door, but the hinges could not bear the weight of the door anymore. The hinges snapped, making a loud metallic noise. The door fell, landing onto the pile of wires. Allan inhaled sharply, the scent of something decaying entering his nose. He coughed violently, nauseated. “Hey! You alright, man?” Damian said, catching Allan before he fell. “Yeah,” he said, trying not to breathe. “I’m fine. . .” The rest of the group gathered back at Parts and Service. “What was that noise?” Claire asked. Allan looked up. He directed his gaze to her backpack, where he could see the mask of the bear in it. Damian coughed, then explained.” We went to shut the door, but the hinges broke. Then Allan almost died on us.” Claire widened her eyes. “WHAT?!” Damian roared in laughter, almost falling. “I’m just kidding. He just had a coughing fit.” Claire relaxed. Allan saw the concern in her eyes, but he decided not to point it out. He didn’t want to worry her more than she already was. “I’m fine, I’m fine!” He said, standing up wobbly. Damian caught him just before he fell. Armi walked up and examined Allan. “What are you doing?” Allan asked as Armi snatched the flashlight from his grasp. “Looking at you.” Armi was through, checking his eyes, and his pulse. “You’re not too hot, are you?” Allan blinked, feeling his consciousness coming back. “I’m fine, I said.” Damian felt his forehead. “You’ve got a fever.” Wade appeared from the left. “And you're as white as paper.” Claire appeared from between Damian and Armi. “We’re going home. Now.” Allan managed to escape from Damian’s hold. “Guys! I’m Fine! If I was sick, I wouldn’t have come tonight!” They all backed off of him. Claire wrinkled her nose, then sighed. “Okay. We believe you. But if you act sick in any way-” “You’ll take me home.” Allan interrupted. “I know already.”
