Finding The Five || FNAF Movie

21 || Kid's Cove

"Mhm," Jonah hums.

We come to a halt in front of the access door. Like before, the building looms over us. A trap waiting to spring with predators on the hunt just inside.

"Jonah and I are making a break for Kid's Cove. We have to beat the Puppet there and lock ourselves in. You guys get to the office as soon as you can. There's no door, so you'll have to use the private rooms for cover. If the Puppet appears, Abby still has command over it. Don't panic, we've got this," I say, trying once again to boost morale and prepare us for what will likely be the worst hour or two of our entire lives. "Jonah and I might be a while."

"We'll hold down the fort," Mike confirms.

"Board the vents up with tables and furniture," I remind him, turning to look at the man to make sure my words are received. He nods, and his eyes find mine as he does.

In the second we spend standing still with our gazes locked, I feel a hint of safety. A smidge of relief. A spark of hope. Nothing too life changing, but definitely comforting. It's a feeling I wish I had not only now, but more often in general.

Stay safe, please.

"Ready?" I ask, turning to Jonah. I take my hands out of my pockets and turn on my flashlight, holding it tight. Jonah stares straight ahead, blue eyes wide and sparkling with tears as he pants in fear through his mouth. His shoulders are tense, and his hands shake, but he nods.

I've never seen him so scared, or so willing to do physical and emotional labor. I hope and pray it isn't for nothing.

We can't do this without him.

I reach forward and grab the doorknob. The metal is cold against my hand, and the energy buzzing on the other side sends an extra shock of shivers down my spine.

"Josie," Mike says gently, and I inhale as deep as I can.

A slight twist of my wrist is all it takes to open the door. I pull back on it gently, letting it slowly slip out of my grasp. As soon as my hand isn't wrapped around the handle, Jonah's fingers interlock with mine. There is no moment of hesitation, no final words, no last goodbye. We break into a full sprint across the game room and leave the rest of the group behind at the door.

We hold our breaths, we run on our toes, we keep our eyes on the door we're aiming for. I even point the flashlight straight down to keep it as subtle as I can.

In the seconds it takes to run across the room, I snag several memories like I did in our escape yesterday. In some of them, the Puppet is out of the box and watching where we're running. The lifeless look in its black eyes somehow makes eye contact with me a few times. Anxiety sparks with every first step under its gaze, but each memory quickly peels away, and the empty prize counter area reveals itself again. The box's top is still on, and part of me can feel the Puppet inside.

I try to convince myself that it's a coincidence and that the Puppet couldn't possibly know we're here.

Not yet.

But I can't shake the feeling that the memories are trying to warn me. About what, I don't know, but I've committed to this plan and I'm not abandoning it.

Not yet.

When we reach the Kid's Cove door, I practically run into it while trying to free my hand from Jonah's and twist the doorknob. Once I manage to open it, I step inside and guide Jonah in as I immediately pull it shut behind us. As soon as it's closed, I lock it and step back, taking a few deep breaths to clear my mind. After a moment, I turn around and point my flashlight into the room before us.