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: GET'S THIS SPOT! LEAVE A HEART IF YOU'RE THE FIRST!! They ventured farther into the building. The floor wasn’t so clean the farther they went in. The red paint on the walls had melted and faded from the years of neglect. It streamed down the wall, almost like blood. Jeremy touched the paint nervously, as if he were afraid. “The feeling just keeps getting worse. . .” They turned, then reached a large, open space full of empty tables. Allan walked into the clearing. “Hm. That looks like a stage to me, if I’ve ever seen one.” In the room, there was a stage. On the stage, there stood three figures. Damian walked up towards the stage. “Woah. . .” The one in the middle was the bear they found a mask for. He stood tall, about six feet tall. His fur was almost gray, and the top of his head had a huge gaping hole. He only had one arm, for the other had rusted off of its bolts. Wires were now exposed where the arm once was. Damian glanced down, spotting a top hat. “Ha,” he said, picking it up and putting it on. “I’m totally keeping this.” Allan walked up to the bear. "Hm.” he mumbled. The animatronic creeped him out, almost to the point of leaving. He eyed it up and down. The bear, after over a decade, still had an unnerving grin on its face. His eyes went to the corners of its mouth. One of its eyes had popped out its socket, and now it just dangled on its cheek. It seemed as though it had rosy cheeks at one point. Claire walked up to what appeared like a rabbit. “This one’s cool.” she said, running her hand down its guitar. The rabbit, or what was once a rabbit, had the unnerving grin, as well as the rosy cheeks. The ears it once had were broken, with one ear shorter than the other. The other part of the ear sat lazily on the floor. The other ear was not that far from breaking. Half of it hung on by a bolt that was nearly rusted off. One hand had an exposed metal frame, and the fingertips were as sharp as knives. . . Jeremy walked up to the chicken. “This one’s hot.” he said reluctantly. Armi chuckled. “Always with the hot ones with you. . .” Jeremy spun around, red as a beet. “What? It’s just an opinion!” Wade laughed and walked up from behind. The chicken had no beak, which was strange. It’s bib, Which appeared like it said “LET'S PARTY!” was torn in half. The chicken was a pale yellow, and Jeremy imagined it in its true color. Allan stepped away from the bear and walked to the middle of the room. “Guys, I think we should take one of these. Get it working again.” They all spun around. “WHAT?!” Damian gasped. He jumped down from the stage, and almost knocked Allan down. “You’re crazy! Do you have any idea what the risks are-” Armi walked up from behind. “I could probably fix it, the algorithm, I mean. The rest,” he said, pointing towards the animatronics, “the rest I’m not too sure.” Allan nodded, then smiled. “Great. All we have to do is-” “Hello?” They all stopped moving. Allan gulped and felt cold sweat. The sweat of fear. Claire jumped down from the stage, along with Jeremy and Wade. “What was that?” Jeremy whispered to Allan, who still hadn’t moved since he heard the noise. Jeremy tapped Allan. “Dude.” Allan stayed still, not answering. “Hi.” Damian’s eye twitched. “I think we should go.” Allan was frozen. But then, he heard something. A tiny, gentle laugh. Allan snapped back into reality. “Stop laughing.” They all looked at him, confused. “No one laughed,” Damian said, giving Allan a bit of a shove. “We’re leaving.” “Hi.” Allan felt a tiny hand touch his lower back. He inhaled sharply. “Guys,” They all turned around. “Yeah?” Armi said, trying to take the chicken animatronic off the stage. “Jeez! This thing weighs a TON!” Wade and Jeremy rushed in to help. “GUYS!” Allan yelled. “WHAT?!” Armi yelled back. Allan felt the hand traveling down his leg. “There’s something in here.”
Damian gasped. “Allan, RUN!”
