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❝ You 𝙖𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙 me! 𝘓𝘦𝘧𝘵 me like it was 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜! And 𝘯𝘰𝘸 . . . it's 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 for 𝗠𝗬 𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙴. ❞
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The air was 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 . . . 𝐼𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.
Nothing ever felt right in a place like this. Every night . . . only came more fear. Trying to survive with killer animatronics roaming around . . . It's a 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙴.
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Shivers slid down the spine of the brunette. It was her shift . . . but little did she know it would be her last. Opening the backdoor of the Pizzeria greeted her with a blast of cold air coming from the air conditioning that cooled the place. The smell of greasy pizza and overcooked food filled her senses and caused the girl to instantly scrunch her nose up in disgust. Shutting the door, she locked it with her key and proceeded towards the guard office.
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The soles of her assigned work shoes thumped softly amongst the tiled floor as she walked down the hallway. The time was only 11:30 — oddly enough, the animatronics free roam mode activated at midnight, so she had 30 minutes to spare. She took a small pit stop at the vending machines, so that she could grab some chips and a drink. As the drink hit the bottom of the dispenser with a small clang, Kota felt something nearby. It was like something was . . . 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓. She knew from horror movies to never look behind her, but . . . the office was behind her — and a long ways down the hall to add. Not getting chips, her hand reached into the dispenser fap and quickly pulled out her drink. She cursed to herself silently as she remembered that the flashlight was left on the desk.
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Pressing herself against the machine, she turned quickly to face the office. Seeing that there wasn't anyone, she didn't hesitate as she took off in a sprint down the hall. The thumps of her shoes filled the emptiness of the hallways, her heart rate and breathing rising with every stomp. As she got to the office, she sat down in her chair quicker then anything, as she also placed the drink on the table. She looked around a little before slowly rolling the chair forward, closer to the desk.
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A shiver went up her spine a little at how quiet the place was — it was the worst. Not even the annoying sound of the fan could make things better. Her shift would start soon, meaning more fun for her. With a small sigh, she watched at the clock struck midnight. Let the fun began. Things went decent for the first couple hours — a little hit too decent ... the animatronics hadn't moved all, and the music box didn't seem to even function. This caused massive fear in the girl, her fingers frantically clicking through each camera, until she saw something. But she clicked too fast. By the time she figured there was something on the monitor, it was already gone by the time she switched back.
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Her breath visibly hitched in her throat as her fingers fumbled around with the cameras. Her anxiety was peaked as the cameras began to cut off, one by one, getting closer to the office that she resided in. She cursed the company for not having any ability to close the office off — she was vulnerable from all sides. A clang from the vents grasped her attention as she rapidly clicked the button that illuminated the vent, but to her desperation, the lights refused to come on. At this point she was full on panicing, her chest moving rapidly as she searched for anything — absolutely anything she had that could keep her alive.
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It wasn't long before she could hear the clanging sounds of one of the animatronics coming from the hallways — noticing it was Mangle from the view that consisted of her ear being illuminated by the flashlight the brunette managed to grasp. She pressed the button several times to rid herself from the animatronic fox, but unfortunately she didnt move. What did move however, was Dakota's stomach when she heard the sound of laughing coming from the hallway — a laugh that she hadn't heard in four years, a laugh that would haunt her. She stopped breathing, frozen in her spot as a silhouette emerged in the hallway, the silhouette of a human. Her eyebrows knitted together slightly confused at why the animatronics weren't attacking the figure.
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"𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘵."
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She stopped — stiffened from fear as the voice echoed. It couldn't be ... she was supposed to be 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙. The brunette tried to move, but fear took over. She was completely defenseless. Another laugh came from the hallway, causing the female's stomach to churn as a wave of nausea washed upon her — her face paling. The flashlight slipped from her hands, hitting the desk with a loud clang. She couldn't shake, she couldn't move, she couldn't breath — now seeing the face of someone she would never see again.
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" ... 𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂? ... "
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