FNAF: The TRAP (formal version)

CHAPTER ONE

The man looked around the overturned table at the creature, his back against the table. The creature was stalking back and forth, its only eye gliding up and down every inch of the room. There was something uncanny about its movements; it was not glitching and spurring like a normal mechanical being, rather smooth and animal like, savage and hunting.

Its grotesque face turned towards the man, and he swiftly pulled back his head. He was not fast enough. He could hear its cobalt wires scratching the concrete floor, moving like a sickly metal octopus. It was coming closer, he could hear distorted laughter, cruel and inhumane, growing steadily louder. He wondered if it would be the last thing he would hear . . .   

The sky was a rich dark blue, almost completely covered by silver clouds, blocking the shining stars that dotted it. Charlie smiled up at them through the car window, drinking in the scene.

Beside her, John put a hand on her shoulder. Charlie turned her head towards him, her cheeks beginning to hurt after smiling for too long. John's eyes were fixed ahead, but then he turned briefly towards her, a wide smile on his face, before looking back ahead.

"We should be there soon" he said, pointing straight ahead. Charlie nodded, barely able to contain her excitement, and then smiled wryly up ahead. Something gathered at the pit of her stomach, a giddy feeling that was un-containable.

Charlie was not sure if the others new yet, and her smile wavered. She had survived, and she knew what she was, John knew what she was, and she could not bring herself to tell the others what she was. Charlie touched the wound on her chest, then pulled her hand back in response to the excruciating stinging she felt in return. A bit of her blood stuck on her fingers, and she wiped them on her jeans absently, leaving dark red stains on them.

She bit her lip and then looked towards John, trying to make sure he had not noticed. It seemed like he had not; his gaze was still fixed on the road. She sighed gratefully, and then turned her head towards the road. She closed her eyes, letting in the memory before they would be forgotten forever:

Charlie opened her eyes, and looked around, exhausted. She was in a dark room, and there was a doorway several feet in front of her. As her vision sharpened, something came into focus, and she felt her blood drain. A long slim blade, bloodstained, was protruding from her chest.

The bitter memory struck her: the endoskeleton, the closet, Elizabeth. Charlie noticed that something was missing. The painted animatronic clown was gone. It had been stabbed with her, Charlie knew, but if she had survived, that meant it had, too.

Charlie twitched, rattling the blade, and the clicking of metal against metal greeted her ears. There was one thought on her mind, I have to get out of here. She began stepping forward, pushing her body across the blade that had run through her chest. Pain bit her the further she went across the blade, and she screamed until her lungs were raw. Charlie could feel blood trickling down her body, it was immensely distracting, but Charlie tried her best to ignore it.

After long minutes of agony, the tip of the blade submerged into her body. Tears began to trickle down her face, and she let out a sound between pointless laughter and suffering. Charlie regained herself. After one more push, she slid off the blade and fell onto the floor.

She let out a shaky laugh, and then she stayed on the floor, letting her body relax after the long torturous escape. She rolled onto her back up at the metal endoskeleton. Its blank stare was fixed forward, lifeless at is should be. Charlie was about to stand, but then she froze; something flickered in the robot's eyes.