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Unsafe area. Entrance to the territory is strictly prohibited.
And a moment, and the walls crushed.
This firm, these ruins are the curse of all.
The head began to spin only more, forcing the whole nature to squeeze on both sides and forcing the heart to beat even faster. I felt that even the thought no longer had any strength, as if the consciousness had overheated from prolonged work and simply began to melt. The eyes are closed, the eyelids seem to be impossibly heavy, as if they have collected at least several tons in themselves. And with each blink, it becomes more difficult to get rid of the pressing lead, the usual vision is blocked by the material of the mask.
Breathing in the surviving walls of the Mega Pizzaplex is hard to sore throat, to wheezing, with no open windows and access to full ventilation. The air here is moist to the point of stickiness in the throat, spoiled and poisoned by burnt plastic, the lungs burn from lack of nitrogen every few minutes. I wanted to cough up bitterness from my chest along with dust, with the smell of burning and old, once flowering plants.
And all around these wires are still around - damned, sticking out of the animatronics, from the walls, torn, sparkling, de-energized, rushing, blocking the view of what was happening in the ruins. Wires, wires, wires, so terrifying that looking at them for too long was terrifying.
Glass crunched underfoot and broken wires splashed with sparks - this robot will no longer move, its eyes will not light up. Who would have thought..
KEEP OUT.
The flickering light fell, as if stagnant a long time ago, from which even with fire or with a flashlight you can’t see anything, lit up next to the surviving signboards and luminescent stripes.
Vision floats a little, the colors are muted. A second later, the eyelids slowly lowered, hiding everything behind them - the look that had lost all meaning, a bright yellow paint on our fingers.
The ruins felt alive, somehow agitated and peaceful, as if nothing had collapsed or there was no fire. Alive not because of people, because of iron - there is a broken, but still functioning Chica, where alternating cries and screams were heard - Roxanne, who is unable to analyze without eyes; where Monty is, there's a trap, pointy crocodile fangs, and another faulty personality chip.
Don't go there, it's too dangerous
Suddenly, someone's silhouette flashed in the shadows next to me, which made me twitch belatedly, pressing my back against the partially crumbling wall. Maybe Monty or Roxy is coming? Hasty, running steps crash into the mind, rattle, echoing from the dimly darkened walls. My head is neatly clouded on the edge of the acrylic material — smooth, cool — and the noise of the static photon only intensifies, which made me jump in shock, afraid to brush off any surviving decoration with an unnecessary movement, sharply closing my fingers on the spray can.
The footsteps of a child's shadow subside, the hall sinks into silence. Occasionally a girl's voice was heard, but at a distance it was impossible to make out a single word. The silence was bathed in pleasant calmness. So viscous, warm, into which the body sinks, healing, relaxing, with the hope of calming the painful pulsations in the temples, but at the same time, reality is again motionless for Pizzaplex.
The yellow paint with fragments of purple and blue one catches my eye... Did Freddy manage to get out? Does Gregory know what is hiding below and against whom they wished to fight with fire?
Against my will, I looked back at the tunnel littered with blocks of concrete. Laughter rumbled in my throat, booming and staccato, and I shook my head as I watched the figure ahead. The opposite wall was a tattered sheet of instructions, a sheet with exactly the same endoskeletons, checkmarks crossed out with a cross, drawn in intricately curved type. Against a faded, muddy background, drawn, long-dry purple lines stood out, visible through the graffiti and the clear outlines of a waving hand, ears. It's me, hello, hello! A creaking, polished scrape of metal was heard under my fingers, the wall almost fell into disrepair - the rabbit was here! It was him.
The hand itself reached out to touch the mixing stains on the wall - "it was just a gliTcH" - but I did not know how painfully the girl’s heart contracted and skipped a beat... however, her fingers resisted the contact and trembled when she almost touched the letters and, as if burned, pulled her hand away, quickly moving on.
It was just a mistake which is impossible to depict with spray paint or keep in mind for a long time: glitches and shadows are too changeable for that.
A moment later I got up and my face looked evil and hateful again.
"It's you," I whisper confidently, feeling my lips curl into a candied smile. "Gregory."
The face of a boy in a blue T-shirt, darkened with dirt, touched by immense fatigue, raises an eyebrow and, as if not on the record, measures me with an anxious look. Broken screens, monitors, panels crackled everywhere, and the emergency indicators of the server room blinked painfully yellow, completely out of order. A soft click, a hum - and the video on the screen goes out, hissing, interrupted by white noise for the last time.
"It's you, don't try to deny it," I repeat, placing my hand on the screen enthusiastically. "She came for you."
Did the management know that, due to someone else's negligence, Pizzaplex was almost buried under the rubble?... Did they know that I was resting on radfish clean blood?
Destroy this building.
Without a doubt, of course, the only thing left for him to do after escaping (if you can call it that) from death was to mock himself, despite my attempts to stay still in order to calm the burning anger in his chest. Well, now we both seem to hate childcare facilities and flashback nightmares even more. It seems like it would be nice to take a lesson in humility from yourself...
A little to start over.
Unfortunately, this is not a game of a weary, sick mind.
Strange urges flared up inside, not to think too long, but to go look for the creeping outside savior before others found her. Was this impulse mine? How far can His faculties manifest their own will when the systems are still inactive, and could I hear my previous self... losing control of myself?
Help me.
I just sighed heavily and with some sad note, stretched out my hand with a palm covered with large stitches - the details of my own thin brush are drawn by my accustomed vision, and the pain again touched my temples and the picture with a blunt blow, except for this endless obscure darkness around, why I just put my hand back behind the mask with a wry smile, picking it up from the patterned dirty tablecloth and chattering my teeth exhaustedly, clutching my head with increasing anxiety.
I will never be her.
"This is not enough. Not enough, not enough, let me get out of here!" My voice interrupted with an echo, unnaturally-monstrously played on the keys, distorted, which made me stop, ceasing to laugh.
Liar.
The pain is here at the same time, but at the same time it is not there, a strange feeling of irresistible aggression disappears in peace, tears leave wet paths and drip from my chin - why am I crying? I closed my eyes and howled, hitting my head against the wall - if only this suffocating, cramped, this sticky rotting presence would not touch me, would not take control back without someone else's thought, desire and word. Through a panicky guess, I opened my eyes and casually adjusted the bow with my free hand, drawing another illegible inscription - as if lost in time, in space.
Vanny.
Hands stretch forward in search of a saving light - warm, warm, bright glow from the eyes of Freddy Fazbear, who survived the failure, or Gregory's equivalent, carefree support - oh, poor thing, mental flexibility, reliability and hatred - or from my psy.. from someone who else could support.
Like memories of a happy life that didn't really belong to me. How to get out of your nightmare in confusion and a whirlwind of anger?
Laughter escaped as soon as I crossed out the inscription in beautiful, history-cursed purple.
Save me... I'M SORRY
I didn't turn around, I quickly walked towards the destroyed security office, not driving bad thoughts away. I wanted to act hastily and feel that at least I could influence something in this destroyed, beautiful building ...
But I didn’t manage to go half way, when an alarmed shrill voice was heard from somewhere in the corridor.
"Gregory? Gregory, I already thought I couldn't find you!" Hiding in the twilight froze for a couple of seconds, but then stepped into the light, squinting. "Gregory... is... the.. the rabbit?"
The meeting was unexpected, no, NO, she shouldn't have noticed so early.
I sincerely smiled at her and, not paying attention to the glow of the LEDs and the mask hiding my emotions, clapped my hands, as if congratulating her on the meeting.
NO!
"You... who are you?” She staggered back, more comfortably intercepting the rebar for impact.
I stared at her, who was looking back at me with concern, fear, and a hint of confusion.
There are traces of dried blood on the floor, red and incredible
“Maybe a friend of your friend, Cass?" I suggested with a coquettish sneer, bowing my head to my shoulder, mockingly affectionately and with touchingly carnivorous irony.
The girl with puffy chestnut ponytails and multi-coloured beads in her bracelet, she's probably a little older than Gregory, but admirably brave enough to come here alone. Without weapons... What's going on in your head, Cassie? I took a closer look at her, slowing down and then completely stopping. Doubts arose and, it seemed, looking at her, a growing sense of deja vu was overcome by a heaviness in my chest, as if I was not sure that I had the courage to hold the knife, but the grip was so weak that the heroine could touch it lightly - and the blade would ring fell.
"I'm sorry! I– I don't know how to help you and what's happening to me!".
She took a short step forward, looking at me with that all-understanding and searching look, and then carefully took my icy palms in her hands, conciliantly whispering that the rabbit mask means nothing that she paints the nails in green and notices my two sides. No, it wasn't like that, I have seen my own eyes: the girl pressed her lips and vulnerable increased the distance, not understanding if she sees in front of her live person or one more animatronic, without recognizing the threat.
The girl took off and dived into the opening of the surviving ventilation, and would not see any of my actions and disappearing in the dark under my voice breaking in despair.
"I do not control myself, you must believe me!" My voice got louder, the cold, cruel smirk returned, only a darker voice filled the silence. Voiced, it is almost physically like darkness. "I would apologize, Cassie, but you can't leave".
Clicks and rattles rushed through the corridors and reached my ears. I promised myself not to linger in one place for a second longer than necessary and recoiled hostilely from the unseeing, mangled bot that was knocked to the floor. Looking around, maybe the girl just like Gregory met them - scary and incomprehensible metal monsters, grinning ugly and angry? Vanessa certainly don't have to be afraid of them unlike you, Cassie.
“Save me, Cassie,” Familiar voice whispers a wary, frightened way. “Come and find me, please. I can't get out!"
Come find me.
Perhaps the girl who was superfluous to this building did not know why she was here and why, to say nothing of all those contradictions that were warm in her soul.
There is no worse pain than knowing that you have been divided so that you are no longer found.
There is no worse pain than realizing this joke.
Perhaps I could not understand what I was now. No matter how I thought about it, I no longer saw the connection between that spacious and majestic complex, in which euphoria turned out to be deep in doubt, and his creations, which now seemed to be unnecessary material defeats only by the wrong hands.... No, no, no, Vanny, you can't believe in myself. He wouldn't betray you, turn off your headset, order you back...
"Gregory... Greg, can you hear me?"I heard her call.
Returning to the Pizzaplex for a helping hand was a mistake of total proportion, but Cass probably realized the mistake late, when Gregory panickedly withdrew his hand and predictably asked her friend to escape from the Pizzaplex in retreat. Because the madness won't go away. "As before" - will not be. And in a different way, in the old way - the name of the little genius "Gregory" will no longer sound. When all that remains of him is likewise embodied in an arcade machine of midnight sorrow, in a beautiful castle and an unsightly set of rules, the two of them will realize that they did not have fun with us in vain.
Thanks to you, my name sounded differently. I'm here. I hear you calling me.
Vanessa's name sounded like silence
There are two sides of me– Don't listen to my evil one.
"Are you having fun, Vanny?" In other people's eyes, dead and cold, one could read only growing irritation and genuine interest. I could feel His touch on the skin of my palm for a few seconds, my fingers still felt like they were clenched in an almost weightless handshake before they were doused with a powerful electric discharge.
A discharge that destroyed the colorful gamut of our lives.
"They won't be able to surprise you." Of course, just like you said as always.
"What are you writing, do you want to break our promises?". No, it's all her speaking through me.
“You have a spark of malice, a uniqueness. Something that others can't do." No.
“You will have more and more opportunities to cheer everyone up, Vanny. If you don't let me down." ENOUGH!
Everything went wrong a long time ago.
Because the feeling I experienced time after time was hard to describe. It was blood on the tip of the tongue, shameless self-loathing, past and laughing. It was impotence, tears pooling in eyes reddened from insomnia, a rapid heartbeat at the thought "this will not happen again." That's right, Vanny, don't do that again. Everyone will remember Vanessa as a nonentity with sadness in her emotions, screaming with impotence and painting purple over her pleas for mercy with a shaking hand. I'm already dead after running through the fire.
Are you having fun being here, my friend?
LEAVE! RUN AWAY!
Gregory would never have thought about how the need is felt, the clear desire to burn everything around, how interesting and funny it is to look at the world illuminated and transformed without a flashlight, and then - not that, the desire not to hide one's essence, to listen, to let go, to laugh. And the whole comparison is already with the forgotten and abandoned Mega Pizzaplex, and everything seems completely different, with tears trying to calm down the cramp in the body and coming to the conclusion that the brave Cass does not understand what it means to have fun.
You don't like that my eyes glow? You don't like the graffiti I tried to paint fOr yOu?
If He gets out of hell, so do I.
Burn these walls forever!
Can't stop fighting . Even after everything that's happened, even standing behind the curtain, my soul rushes to the stage to help. Despite everything. When the voice says "kill"... when anger doesn't give me the right to be myself. Old friends don't return to a broken world, Gregory. I could play cards with fate - paint can on the walls - and I hope she sees through every warning..
But individually, you will destroy His desires with sheer rage.
A sob escaped from my chest, a flash of pain shot through my head, causing me to scream through tears, and the empty spray can was thrown in a hunted, desperate rage onto the rubble-strewn floor. Rage, splitting the mind in half, burned fatigue and apathy in the heart, the desire to hiss and injure my fingers from my own knife.
The hallucinatory illusion of bright purple sparks confused my vision with glare, turned my head incandescently, I forcibly threw her smiling mask against the wall next, suppressing the illusion through the sapphire prism of clouded lenses.
Pain stung an inch south of the solar plexus.
Not funny.
There's no hiding from the nightmarish skinny shadows, I thought I was a princess
It's not fun - the holistic landmarks are split, broken, falling into the irradiant tenacious darkness of my own "Me".
I slowly straightened my tangled hair, stopping with a blank look somewhere to the side and grinning. She won't notice it, neither Vanessa nor Gregory will. The main thing I see this one when I shake the can and leave the outline of a purple heart on the glass.
Welcome to fallen lovely kingdom..
You will regret not agreeing to play with me, you both.
“I made you more significant, I made you stronger…” I smiled mischievously, turning around at the door, shuddering and peering into my own green eyes in a barely noticeable reflection. Burning with poisonous hatred and pure contempt in the transparent callous in the discolored pupils. "Don't leave, you're a beast, you're a monster... the same as we are."
G r e g o r y.
Where does your friend go, Gregory? How far have you gone, Cassie?