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some writing !!

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TW: MENTIONS OF DEATH, MURDER, BLOOD, SLAUGHTER, DARK THEMES

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Reader POV: Marcus Simmons, a 23 year old employee working at a run down pizzeria.

Beware of the darkness.

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You hate your job. The kids smell, nobody shows up for work except for you, the pizza smells like death, and worst of all, the supply closet is just straight up terrifying. You remember the stories former employees have told you. The supply closet is supposedly ‘cursed’. Every time someone goes in there, they either never come back out, or they die the next day.

But, of course, shift day is coming up, meaning a random employee will be chosen to go into the supply closet for six hours, to watch after it, most likely never to be seen again. You shake your head, sighing.

You hope you’re not the unlucky employee this year. You can still hear screams coming from that god-forsaken closet.

Shift day is tomorrow, you remind yourself. You shudder, then find yourself wondering what is in the supply closet. Most of the former employees you’ve met have told you about it, but not what’s in it. All they’ve told you is, take a flashlight. Don’t move. Don’t make eye contact with it. Don’t make eye contact with WHAT, though? But whenever you ask that, they walk away, muttering something like ‘Motion Activated’. You scoff. All of that sounds like complete nonsense. Ridiculous, ridiculous nonsense. You clock out of work, grabbing your car keys out of your locker on the way out. Your rickety, dusty, dirt-brown car is sitting in the parking lot, a street light shining on its dirtiness. You walk over to your car grudgingly, pressing the button on the keys multiple times to unlock it. You get inside of your car, wrinkling your nose at the wet dog smell that whooshes up your nose. You insert your keys into the ignition, and the car roars in response. You shake your head. Somehow, you just know that tomorrow someone close to you is going to be sent into the supply closet. You worry about that thought the entire drive home to your apartment.

The following morning, when you clock into work, it seems more… cluttered than usual. There’s a lot more pizza smells drifting through the air, as well as laughter and talking. It’s almost impossible to keep from smiling. You glance around for your friends, Gray and Roy, and there they are, standing in front of a table, joking with a group of guys and girls. You find yourself wondering if Gray or Roy will be shoved into the supply closet later. You shudder. That would be terrible. You can’t imagine living without either of your friends. You snap out of that thought when Roy, having seen you, drags you into the group. You smile, pretending to squirm and kick around, but Roy only tosses his head, laughing, and drops you to the floor. “Jerkwad!” You yell to him, but he’s no longer in sight. The only thing in sight is, the supply closet. You jump back in horror, eyes darting frantically around the pizzeria. Everything seems to be going in slow motion. You watch as your boss pulls a card out of a hat, laughing at some of the employees as they attempt to flirt with women and get rejected, grabs a flashlight off of his desk, and looks directly at you, his glasses reflecting the moonlight. You hadn’t realized how quickly time had passed. You look at him pleadingly, but he only drops the flashlight, sending it rolling towards you. You begin to sweat as it finally sinks in. Your boss flips the card over. Sure enough, it says ‘MARCUS SIMMONS’.

Which means you have no choice. You have to go into the supply closet now. To discover what really is inside of the closet. Most likely, certain death. You pick up the flashlight, hands shaking. You turn around, and notice nobody is looking at you. Some people are shaking slightly, others are clenching their teeth. They’re just as afraid as I am. You stand up, holding the flashlight. All of your senses are alert. As you walk closer and closer to the door of the supply closet, you hear your heartbeat drumming in your head. The whole scene is unnerving. It’s not just the dark hallway, but the door itself. Everything about it is terrifying. It’s a simple, steel door on the outside, with a white sign that says ‘EMPLOYEES ONLY’ on it, but that’s just the outside. The inside holds more secrets known to man. And you’re about to find out just what the secrets are. You lift your free hand up, shakily placing your palm on the doorknob. The steel is cold, which makes it even more terrifying because you’re pretty sure the heater is on. “Simmons!” Gray’s voice calls. You tense, still horrified by the scene. You feel his comforting presence coming up behind you. “Good luck, man,” he whispers, putting a warm hand on your shoulder. You sniffle, quickly discovering you’ve been crying. “Thanks,” you croak softly. “For- for being my friend.” A lump forms in your throat. He laughs weakly, and lets go of your shoulder. A tear trickles down your face, but you can’t stop it. Gray’s presence has left. It’s time to face certain death. You turn the doorknob, and step into your fate.

The first thing you see in the closet is darkness. You press the button on your flashlight to turn it on. As you walk further into the closet, you feel something big dart past you. A dog, or a cat, you hope. The door latches closed behind you, making you jump. You shake your head, blinking. All right, maybe it won’t be so terrifying if I analyze my surroundings. As you point the flashlight around, you learn three things. For one, this is not an ordinary closet. It’s very big. Second, it’s REALLY, REALLY BIG. Third, it basically radiates evil. As if called upon, an eerie, childlike giggle erupts from the darkness, sending goosebumps up your arms.

You point your flashlight in the direction of the noise. “Hello?” You call, your voice echoing off the walls. A small beeping noise follows, and you hear your voice again. “Hello?” Only, it didn’t come from you that time. A broken tape recorder, maybe?

You walk toward the noise silently, your breath coming out ragged. After a couple minutes of looking, you’re about to give up, when your flashlight reveals something. A tall figure. About as tall as you, and you’re one of the tallest employees in Mack’s Pizzeria.

You bound over to it, getting excited. “Hello! Excuse me, sir, ma’am!” You tilt the flashlight down slightly as you run, and discover something odd.

You come to a stop a couple inches in front of the figure, studying it. You realize, with a jolt, that this isn’t a human at all. It’s an animatronic.

And not in great condition either. It has multiple patches of fur missing, revealing parts of its endoskeleton, along with lots of black oil smudges and splatters all over the body. You tip up the flashlight to see it clearer, finding out this animatronic is a wolf. A pale, pastel blue wolf, apparently. In fact, it has all sorts of strange colors, including a pale purple nose, one golden tooth, and a pale pink underbelly as well as a cobalt blue bowtie with magenta lightning bolts on it. But the face is the strangest part. On its pale blue face, are a set of eyes, unsurprisingly. Yet the colors of the eyes catch you off guard.

The scleras are black, and dripping black liquid onto the animatronic’s face. Its irises are a pale yellow, with strange pupils the same color as its nose. The animatronic is so bright and is wearing so much jewelry it almost gives you a headache. You blink a couple times, and resume surveying it. You move your flashlight to look at it closer. It’s almost cute, in a way. You walk around it, hoping to find a control panel of some sort. Even simply learning its name would be fascinating. If you’d named it, you would’ve called it something cool, like Shark, to fit the blue. Crouching, you run your fingers through the animatronic’s blue fur, stumbling on surprisingly very soft fur. “I like my name,” a voice mutters, loud and clear, echoing through the closet. You jump. Is someone else in here with you?

“Who- Who said that?” You reply, despite the prickling sensation crawling up your neck. The same beeping noise as before follows, and your voice is repeated.

“Who- Who said that?” You shiver. The ‘voice’ is so loud it’s like it’s right next to you. You hear a creaking noise in the dark, like an old door being pulled open. You flinch, glancing down and noticing you turned off your flashlight. You press the button to turn it back on, and point it at the animatronic again. You catch something. The animatronic’s mouth that was once closed in a mischievous grin, is now open, revealing sharp, hooked white teeth. And it’s looking at you.

“My name is Maxx,” the voice snaps. “Not Shark.”

A huffing noise comes from the animatronic. “And I AM right next to you.” The animatronic seems to be glaring at you. You shine the light from the flashlight onto its eyes, trying to get a better look. Maxx’s eyes snap shut. Its mouth opens wider before snarling, “STOP THAT!” You didn’t realize animatronics had attitudes. You jump back, tripping and falling onto what feels like paint cans, because now your back hurts and your shirt is wet. Maxx opens its eyes again, illuminating the space. “Quit calling me an it,” the animatronic growls. “I’m MAXX, and A MALE. I AM A LIVING BEING.” You gasp. “You- can..” You trail off, too stunned to speak. Maxx smirks menacingly.

“Yes, I can read your mind. I know your every move. He leans into your face, and you get a whiff of old gasoline and a burnt smell. “I can slaughter you before you even start to think of an escape plan. Isn’t that fun?” You squint against the bright light. “What do you want from me?” You ask cautiously. A beep, and your question is repeated to you. “What do you want from me?” Maxx grins and steps back, swishing his tail. “Your life.”

You’re back in darkness again. Awesome. Also, you dropped the flashlight. Less awesome, because a pair of glowing white eyes are watching you from the shadows, getting closer the more you move. Maxx gets closer. Your heart is pounding, drumming in your ears. You’re sitting on the cold, wooden floor, trying to find that darn flashlight without moving too much. On a positive note, you figured out what those people meant by ‘Motion Activated’. And now, you’re going to die if you don’t find that flashlight. Or stop moving, for that matter. You learned fairly quickly that it’s a lot harder to find something without moving, and when you can’t see squat.

Right. The flashlight. Find the flashlight. You reach out blindly, and the ground trembles as the animatronic gets closer. You whip your head in the direction of the light, earning another thud. Your eyes widen. He’s a lot closer than you realized. You reach out frantically, grabbing everything that touches your hands and attempting to turn them on, with no success.

Sweat drips down your neck. Maxx is right behind you. You flip your head around, and Maxx smiles a creepy, unhinged grin, grabbing your shoulders roughly, throwing you to the floor and pinning you down with his feet, smiling wider at the sounds of bones crunching.

You howl in pain, and Maxx’s ears flatten against his head, tail lashing. The tip of his tail opens, revealing a long stake, which he plunges into your heart repeatedly. You gasp in pain, and barely even have time to think before he begins tearing apart your flesh. Blood flies into the air, staining the animatronic’s upper torso red.

You watch in horror as the animatronic tears your muscles off of your bones with a nauseating scrrrripp. Blood bubbles out of the multiple wounds. You’re in so much pain, You can’t- You don’t-

“Game Over..”