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Larson looked around the house. The man next to him was dressed kind of weird, but maybe he just had a weird job.
“Where’s Vanessa?” he asked.
“She’s out with friends,” Lewis said. Lewis said he was her roommate.
Larson really wished he had a search warrant.
Larson felt something enter the room, an ominous presence.
“Do you live with anyone else?” Larson asked.
“No, just us.”
Larson felt the presence move towards him. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck. He felt goosebumps all over his arms.
“Run, rabbit. Run, rabbit. Run, run, run.” Larson heard.
“Do you hear that?”
“No.”
Larson was ninety percent convinced that Lewis was a cultist.
“Run, rabbit. Run, rabbit. Run, run, run.”
Larson tried to move towards the sound. He felt something on his shoulder, a hand. His wound from Afton’s Amalgamation burned with pain.
“Bang, bang, bang, bang, goes the farmer’s gun.”
Larson tried to move, but he felt something digging in his brain, manipulating him to stay in place.
“Run, rabbit. Run, rabbit. Run, run, run.”
“What’s going on!” Larson cried.
“Sorry, officer. But he wants you.”
Lewis was definitely a cultist.
“Run, rabbit. Run, rabbit. Run, run... run.” That last word sounded extra demonic. An image of a plush, bunny costume with a purple vest and bow tie.
The thing let go of Larson and he ran. Unfortunately, he ran straight into a stool. He knocked it over and stumbled to get up, worried Lewis and that thing, and/or the bunny would get him.
He ran forward, disoriented. He ran straight into the dining room table, the force of hitting it banging his head on the wood. Blood trickled from his forehead as he slowly fell unconscious. All he could feel was the pain on his shoulder, and the feeling of someone in his mind.
“Is he dead?” Lewis asked.
“No, just asleep.”
Michael thrashed against his restraints. Vanny put a knife to his neck. “Stop fighting it. You don’t want me to hurt you.”
Michael tried to speak.
“If I take this off, don’t scream.”
Vanny took the gag off.
“Did you kill those kids?” Michael asked.
Vanny smiled and nodded.
“You’re a monster,” he said.
“Understandable,” she smiled. “So, you're single?”
Michael nodded.
“So, are you interested?”
Vanny laid on her side on a table, in a ‘paint me like one of your French girls’ pose.
“No.”
“Darn it.”
She sat up. She looked over at a small box, the one with his earring.
“You want this back?”
“Yes! Give me!”
Vanny looked at it. “I mean, you look fine without it.”
“I’m a grape!” Michael said.
“Well, it’s a nice shade of purple.”
“That doesn’t make me feel better. No offense, but you're psychotic.”
“Well, I wasn’t always like this. And I think even then I would still say that.”
“No you wouldn’t. You need to be insane or desperate to think a corpse is cute.”
“I’m both.”
Michael rolled his eyes. “I’m still not interested.”
It’s for the best, Michael thought. I shouldn’t burden others with my existence.
“You’re a good person. Mr. Afton was right.”
“What does he want with me?”
Vanny thought for a moment. She walked forward and whispered in his ear.
“Organs. Remnant. Agony. Bodies.”
“That wasn’t helpful,” Michael said, now even more worried for his safety.
“That’s all he’ll let me say.” She giggled.
“Bloody hell,” Michael muttered.
“You know, your accent comes out a lot more when you're nervous.”
“I’ve heard that. It also comes out when I’m scared, tired, stressed, drunk, etc.”
“It’s cute.”
“Would you stop trying to flirt with me?”
Vanny nodded.
Glitchtrap and Lewis headed down the stairs. Lewis had officer Larson strung over his shoulder.
“Is he dead?” Michael asked.
“No,” his father answered. “Just unconscious. Now,” he looked back at Mike. “Let’s get this party started.”
Michael stifled back a cry for help, knowing no one was there to answer. He just wanted to go home.
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