A small box filled with an assortment of tea bags sat precariously on the dusty surface of the mahogany table in the old, frigid study. A few empty packages were scattered along side the box. Accompanying the box was a stack of old books, hard cover and full of thick yellowish pages. A soft, ethereal chuckle echoed from the corners of the study as another cup of tea poured itself from a steaming kettle, which somehow stayed hot in spite of the cold air. With one book finished, the slender fingers of a gloved hand set the finished tome down on the table and picked up another, bringing it into the seat along with the refilled teacup. The faint smell of earl grey wafted out from under the study door and into the hall.
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The prize corner was quiet, save for the melody that lightly chimed from the music box. There was a subtle shuffling in the room. The rattle of nuts and bolts accompanied by metallic steps grew closer the to prize counter. A screw rolled across the ground, coming to a halt at Alex's feet. The seconds tensely ticked by. Finally the tension broke as Foxy's head popped out from behind the counter, looking down on the hiding Alex with an open maw. The second set of metal jaws were visible through his fangs. His rusted hook began to reach out, but then stopped. The loud sound of Josué's reassuring voice echoed through the pizzeria. Then everything went dark.
With all the lights out, it was almost impossible to see. A black silhouette still hung over Alex in the darkness for a moment. Then, instead of a maw coming down on his head or a hook clawing at his flesh, there was the sound of running. Ferocious, swift footed running. The heavy metal steps clapped against the ground fading away from Alex and vanishing into the hallway.
Darkness surrounded the janitor as the power outage reached the hallways in which he walked. Turning his flashlight on, Salvador's vision became confined to the circle of light at the end of its beam. Something rattled. Then a shuffling sound. Then the sound of footsteps. Then Foxy. The flashlight flickered, managing to catch the tail end of the fox as he swiftly charged across Salvador's path from one doorway into another, both arms reaching forward.
Something rattled in the hallway near the guard's office. As Josué's eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness, he could see something coming through the doorway. It was a small screw, rolling across the ground,
stopping at his feet...
With all the lights out, it was almost impossible to see. A black silhouette still hung over Alex in the darkness for a moment. Then, instead of a maw coming down on his head or a hook clawing at his flesh, there was the sound of running. Ferocious, swift footed running. The heavy metal steps clapped against the ground fading away from Alex and vanishing into the hallway.
Darkness surrounded the janitor as the power outage reached the hallways in which he walked. Turning his flashlight on, Salvador's vision became confined to the circle of light at the end of its beam. Something rattled. Then a shuffling sound. Then the sound of footsteps. Then Foxy. The flashlight flickered, managing to catch the tail end of the fox as he swiftly charged across Salvador's path from one doorway into another, both arms reaching forward.
Something rattled in the hallway near the guard's office. As Josué's eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness, he could see something coming through the doorway. It was a small screw, rolling across the ground,
stopping at his feet...
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I was waitin for these guys to post but...should I just go ahead? Or is this still a thing?
I was waitin for these guys to post but...should I just go ahead? Or is this still a thing?
Still here. Juggling work hours. Also creative inspiration.
With a carefully inspecting eye, the captain began to look over each feature of the small carving. It was about nine inches tall and was crafted from petrified wood that had darkened and become rough over the centuries. Standing upon the circular platform, a humanoid figure with demon features stood, knees slightly bent, holding out four arms tipped with talons. A set of bat like wings were folding on it's back, tattered at the ends, though it was unclear if this was part of the figure or due to ware and tear. A pair of ram like horns curled out from the figures head, growing out just above what appeared to be four eyes and a toothy sneer.
The proportions of the statue were comparable to a goblin,having a slightly big head and small wings. Engraved along the circumference of the platform on which the figure stood was a series of ancient symbols of an unknown language or origin. It didn't seem comparable to any hieroglyphics or manuscript from history. As a whole, the statue was an anomaly. It was either really well made or simply someone piece of junk. Perhaps an ancient writers paperweight or maybe something for warding off bad spirits. Or some other superstitions mumbo jumbo.
As the captain spent more time gazing upon the statue, drawing out its features and pondering its origins, a subtle influence fell over him. It was like a day dream, with images and shapes briefly fluttering through his mind, similar to the symbols on the idol. Jumbled whispers hissed through his subconscious until something shot up from behind his table. A monstrous claw reached up, covered in blood and ash, quickly slamming down and gripping the captains hand.
The shock snapped him out of the daydream, the demonic hand having never existed. The room was quiet and the idol was still, setting on the table where the captain had placed it. Though the feeling of another hand taking a hold of his was only an illusion, somehow, along with the drawing he made of the statue, there were the symbols he saw in his mind, feverishly sketched across the paper, as if he had done it in his sleep.
The proportions of the statue were comparable to a goblin,having a slightly big head and small wings. Engraved along the circumference of the platform on which the figure stood was a series of ancient symbols of an unknown language or origin. It didn't seem comparable to any hieroglyphics or manuscript from history. As a whole, the statue was an anomaly. It was either really well made or simply someone piece of junk. Perhaps an ancient writers paperweight or maybe something for warding off bad spirits. Or some other superstitions mumbo jumbo.
As the captain spent more time gazing upon the statue, drawing out its features and pondering its origins, a subtle influence fell over him. It was like a day dream, with images and shapes briefly fluttering through his mind, similar to the symbols on the idol. Jumbled whispers hissed through his subconscious until something shot up from behind his table. A monstrous claw reached up, covered in blood and ash, quickly slamming down and gripping the captains hand.
The shock snapped him out of the daydream, the demonic hand having never existed. The room was quiet and the idol was still, setting on the table where the captain had placed it. Though the feeling of another hand taking a hold of his was only an illusion, somehow, along with the drawing he made of the statue, there were the symbols he saw in his mind, feverishly sketched across the paper, as if he had done it in his sleep.
Still here. Just waiting for events to unfold before suddenly bursting in.
Shuffling footsteps echoed through the corridor as a group of guards filed into the dining hall to contain 221. "Get Wraith under control!" Shouted one as they took up formation around the burning humanoid bouncing off the ceilings and tables. Food and shattered plates were sent flying into air like confetti, bouncing off riot shields and helmets. It was only a matter of moments before the guards managed to surround 221. With a signal and a nod from one to another, a small device was brought to light in one of the guards palms fitted with a few knobs and buttons. The blinking light barely visible on 221's collar seemed to be synchronized with lights on the device, and began blinking rapidly as a knob was adjusted. A bolt of energy surged from the collar through 221's body, arcing through the flames, and just like that the fire diminished leaving a dazed and nude man stumbling between the tables.
There was a loud ringing in 221's ears and a haze of blur across his vision as he grasped his head and collapsed to one knee. Rubbing his head, he looked up and saw dark shapes in the white blur of white, encroaching on him. The ringing began to fade and he could hear muffled voices shouting and repeating. After a few more moments, the jumble began to become clear. "-and put your hands over your head! Once again! Wraith! Lay on the ground, face down, and put your hands over your head! This is your final warning!" 221 shook the haze away and the dark silhouettes became the squad of guards armed with riot shields and taser shotguns. It had been quite a while since he last saw this display but he knew what it meant and calmly obeyed, his expression once again blank. With 221 rendered docile once again, the guards quickly and cautiously moved in, pulling his arms to his back and tying a series of super resilient zip ties. Pulling him to his feet and wrapping a sheet around him, the guards quickly escorted 221 to the infirmary to be examined and clothed.
There was a loud ringing in 221's ears and a haze of blur across his vision as he grasped his head and collapsed to one knee. Rubbing his head, he looked up and saw dark shapes in the white blur of white, encroaching on him. The ringing began to fade and he could hear muffled voices shouting and repeating. After a few more moments, the jumble began to become clear. "-and put your hands over your head! Once again! Wraith! Lay on the ground, face down, and put your hands over your head! This is your final warning!" 221 shook the haze away and the dark silhouettes became the squad of guards armed with riot shields and taser shotguns. It had been quite a while since he last saw this display but he knew what it meant and calmly obeyed, his expression once again blank. With 221 rendered docile once again, the guards quickly and cautiously moved in, pulling his arms to his back and tying a series of super resilient zip ties. Pulling him to his feet and wrapping a sheet around him, the guards quickly escorted 221 to the infirmary to be examined and clothed.
Sorry for the absence!
sorry sorry been busy! Oh just noticed the tagging thing. Got it.
Static briefly flickered over the feed of the camera viewing the hall to the prize corner as the animatronic Fox quickly shifted. Little bits of fur and rust scrapped off Foxy's side as he heaved himself out of the vent and he stood upright, standing motionlessly. With his eye patch raised, A vacant gaze was passed over to Toy Bonnie, exchanging glances, before he turned and moved down the hall toward the prize corner doorway. Just as Foxy came into view, the flickering light that dimly lit the corridor shut off, leaving anything beyond the door pitch black. The only thing visible in the hall were 4 white orbs.
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