Trapped in a dream

Trapped in a dream

What I would think night guarding at Freddy fazbears diner would be like.( I don't know what this categorie would be in.) please tell me how I'm doing in the comments

published on January 26, 20179 reads 3 readers 0 not completed
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Chapter 5.

The room

"I am one of them..." I snapped my eyes open flinging my eyes around realizing this wasn't my  bedroom. The room was metal with a tiny iron fan gently blowing stale air in one direction. On a metal desk about 3 feet in front of me was a camera system. The cameras fizzled, not really finding anything to look at. I gently sat up looking straight forward and warily glared at all the unanimate objects surrounding me. I tested my fingers, softly tapping them on the metal table. I thought hard about how I ended up here. I remember a rabbit and a guy named mike. Wait...Mark! Um, no...MICHEAL! I leapt of the metal table suddenly feeling uneasy about my surroundings.
I looked at the heavy metal doorways, a white and red button next to each of them. They were labeled in handwritten letters. The red button read 'door' and the white read 'light'. "Huh. How ironic..." I shuffled forward trying to not make any noise. Much to my dismay, their was candy wrappers littering the floor making my careful steps seem careless and loud. I cringed as I took each step, knowing that it might be luring something to me. I reached my destination across the tiny room. The hallways was dark and waives dangled down dangerously with no current running through them. I pulled myself away from the doorways and began walking loudly to the next door.
I rested my hand on the metal archway to look through the other side. "HI!" A head popped through the empty doorway. I quickly slammed my hand on the buttons hoping they would work. A loud KACHUNK sounded and a big metal door slammed, cutting off the strangers way of entering. I waited silently until I heard footsteps. "Is he gone?" I asked silently."NOPE" A deep voice sounded behind me. I turned around to find the same guy staring at me."Hey. My names Mark." He reached out a hand waiting for me to shake it. Instead I found myself mesmerized by his hair. I shook his hand."um... my names, uh, Kc. Why are we here?" I questioned. He ruffled his hair and said in a sad tone," I don't know..."
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