MasterOfTheBeast2001

“I’m..back!” The moment you heard that deep and hoarse voice, you were filled with even more dread. More than you previously felt during your previous encounters with the animatronics. Because this one was Springtrap–or rather Afton himself. You knew he was long gone..so who in their right mind thought it’d be a good idea to scan the code of the infamous child murderer into their delivery service? Maybe it was accidental. Maybe it was just for laughs..but you weren’t laughing now. With a huff you looked around, shining the flashlight for any blips of static. Though it was obvious this wasn’t going to

Meilin P.O.V.    Meilin stumbled and fell.     Cursing the dense undergrowth, she struggled to get up. Fingers reached out to her, their owner frantically telling her to hurry. She grabbed on to the hand, the next second finding herself running next to Rollan.     But he was crumbling to dust.     She yelled for Conor and Abeke, but turning her head, she could see them desiccating, too. Soon there would be no one left but her. Her and the Devourer’s army, whose feet pounded like thunder behind her.     Despair settled in her chest, burdening her, slowing her feet down.     In her moment of weakness, Gerathon struck.         Massi