The Final Nights

5 days until the party

Chris...Chris...enjoying your privacy. Chris's brother locked him in his room again Chris just curled up in a ball and cried.

As it struck 12:00 am Chris got out of bed and ran to the door. He...he...he heard breathing...loud yet silent breathing. Still Chris held the door shut he knew a nightmare was out there wanting his frontal lobe...to bite it...to tear it to shreds...to destroy it. As Chris's little chest started pounding he opened the door and turned on his flashlight. "AGHHH!" exclaimed Chris. He looked again and nothing was there. Chris still had 2 hours left. Chris just wanted to cry...he wanted to escape from this place...he wanted to be with his friends who he saw get stuffed in animatronic suits...he wanted to see them again.

Hey guys I'm still working on "Mettaton's Daily Life" but I had the urge to make this book