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Rashuad-012
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His alarm rang at a misplaced time of 8:45 AM, throwing Felix off his work schedule for the day by three hours. At that point, when Felix looked at the time, he figured it'd be best if he just stayed in bed. It might cost him his job, but it seemed a fair trade to never have to see those creepy animatronics again. Despite what people believe about trained soldiers, they are still human. And humans always feel fear. Just like they always feel tired, and Felix was catching up on most of the sleep he missed while in active service.
Just as he nuzzled his face back into the comforting hug of his pillow, his cell began to ring. An aggravated sigh erupted from his throat, then he lashed back and answered it with a distraught tone.
"What!?" He exclaimed. Nothing answered back, except the sound of metallic heavy breathing. Felix huffed and hung up, plopping himself back into his pillow. His phone rang once again and he blindly picked it up and answered it. "Hello?" He asked. Instead of breathing, he heard his voice play back what he said. "Hello? Hello? Hell--" he hung up. He went through his call history to see the call was coming from Freddy's. With these suspicious calls, he could assume it was a prank.. But something in his stomach told him something was wrong.... Horribly wrong.
For the time being, he turned off his phone to stop anymore calls. He then maneuvered about the room grabbing his holster vest, his flashlight, M1911A1, three magazines, and his hooded leather jacket. After he suited up, He stormed out the house to his car. Somebody or something was playing games at Freddy's. And something to
Just as he nuzzled his face back into the comforting hug of his pillow, his cell began to ring. An aggravated sigh erupted from his throat, then he lashed back and answered it with a distraught tone.
"What!?" He exclaimed. Nothing answered back, except the sound of metallic heavy breathing. Felix huffed and hung up, plopping himself back into his pillow. His phone rang once again and he blindly picked it up and answered it. "Hello?" He asked. Instead of breathing, he heard his voice play back what he said. "Hello? Hello? Hell--" he hung up. He went through his call history to see the call was coming from Freddy's. With these suspicious calls, he could assume it was a prank.. But something in his stomach told him something was wrong.... Horribly wrong.
For the time being, he turned off his phone to stop anymore calls. He then maneuvered about the room grabbing his holster vest, his flashlight, M1911A1, three magazines, and his hooded leather jacket. After he suited up, He stormed out the house to his car. Somebody or something was playing games at Freddy's. And something to