*Allary*

Allary Easton stared up at the dark, currently uninhabited police station. She couldn't believe she'd let Michael talk her into going. She turned around and looked at him. Her best friend since literally birth, Michael Westworth, stood next to his friend Travis Layner. Travis had his arm around the waist of his girlfriend, Madison Potters. Next to her was Evan Anderson and Isabelle Weathers, whom Allary had become friends with when they were very young.

Allary walked over to the group, standing between Michael and Isabelle.

"I cannot believe we're doing this," Travis was saying, laughing a little, "Do you know how much trouble we'll be in if we're caught?"

"I mean, it's not too late. You can still pussy out if you're too scared." Michael teased, running a hand through his curly brown hair.

"Pssshhh. Scared? Me?"

"We'll be fine, Travis. Besides, Evan just wants to know what happened to his uncle."

"We don't have to. Well, you guys don't have to. I want to, though." Evan sighed, studying the group with shocking blue eyes.

"I definitely want to. Just something feels...off." Allary admitted.

"The only thing that's gonna be 'off' is your clothes, sweetheart." Travis purred, narrowing his brown eyes dangerously at Allary.

"Oh, piss off," She sneered, "You're disgusting."

She looked to Madison as Travis laughed, but as usual, she was on her phone, and didn't seem to have heard anything. Allary huffed impatiently and turned to Michael. His emerald eyes met her stormy grey ones.

"Still wondering when you're gonna tell him to leave me alone, because I feel rather violated." She hissed.

"He's just joking around, Allary. Calm down." Michael shot her a playful grin.

The dark look in his blond friend's eyes did not convince Allary one bit.

"Yeah, and I suppose water is dry as well. Did you get the key from your dad or not?" She inquired, brushing a strand of her fiery red hair out of her face.

"Yep!" Michael exclaimed, holding up the silver key.

The six 17-year-olds were at the town's police station because Evan had lost his uncle in an incident at a place where animatronics performed for the enjoyment of children. Evan, Michael, Isabelle, and Allary had been at the place, watching the owl, wolf, and cat dance and sing, and Evan's uncle had been on guard duty, monitoring the animatronics and making sure they didn't get too close to the kids. Allary, Michael, Evan, and Isabelle had only been five. 

The lights had suddenly gone out, and the animatronics' eyes had gone red, their crimson light illuminating some people. Screams began to ring out, and then there'd been an awful crunching noise. The lights had gone back on, revealing a horrific scene. 

The animatronics had gone still, frozen in various places. The wolf stood over the body of Evan's uncle, whose throat had quite literally been torn out. It was clamped in the jaws of the animatronic, arteries hanging from its mouth, blood dripping from its jaws and splattering against its chest. The owl had knocked another guard to the ground, but she'd already began to recover. She sported a cut across her face. 

Poor Evan had taken one look at the corpse of his uncle and had screamed. Isabelle burst into tears, and Allary and Michael were in shock until Michael gasped and pointed above Allary. 

The cat had stood over her, one clawed paw raised, ready to swipe at her. Michael had unfrozen then, taking his friend's hand and leading her to Evan and Isabelle. The shock had worn off right then, and the two began to sob. Shortly after, the police had arrived. The children were taken home, and the performing place was shut down. The animatronics were taken to the police station and locked in the evidence room. The police had announced that they'd arrested a guy, but they didn't say who. They simply said that he'd been found guilty of tampering with the animatronics and was going to be punished for it.

Now, 12 years later, Evan wanted closure. He wanted to know who was responsible for the death of his uncle. The plan was to break into the police station and search the archives until they got a name. It was originally supposed to be Michael, Allary, Isabelle, and Evan, but then Michael had gone and invited his friend Travis, who insisted upon bringing his girlfriend. 

Allary despised Madison. She was the most popular girl at their high school, and (arguably) the prettiest. She had tan skin, straight, caramel-colored hair that fell to her hips, wide, innocent, brown eyes, an hourglass figure, and slender limbs. She treated everyone she met like they were the ground she walked on, and she was arrogant. Oh, the arrogance. And the narcissism. The girl was practically Narcissus reborn in the form of a bratty, spoiled, rich, 17-year-old girl.

"Can we just get this over with already? I'm cold and I wanna go home." Madison whined.

Allary wondered how the hell Travis put up with her.

"Don't worry, baby. It won't be very long. Probably fifteen minutes or less." Travis said.

The couple shared a rather long, rather aggressive kiss. The boy's hands roamed her back, and went lower. Allary looked away, revolted.

'So that's why he's dating her. I should've known.' She thought, denying her innards the want to come out as Madison moaned.

"Maybe that fucking wolf is still activated. Maybe it'll put us out of our misery." Evan groaned, grabbing two fistfuls of his black hair.

"Yeah, c'mon guys, cut the porno over there. Let's find this name and get out of here." Michael spat.

The couple separated, and Madison fixed her hair and touched up her lipstick. Allary didn't understand why she had to bring makeup to a Breaking and Entering session.

"Whatever." Madison scoffed, rolling her brown eyes.

"Have some decency." Allary muttered.

"Jealous?" Travis asked, smirking.

"Ha! You fucking wish!"

"Just like I wish I could-"

"Okay! Let's go! I'm rather eager to get this over with." Michael interrupted, striding up to the door.

He slid the key into the lock and turned it. Snick! The door unlocked, and he pushed it open. He held the door for Allary.

"M'lady." He said with a grin as she walked past him.

"Ever the gentleman." She giggled.

As she walked into the building, Allary noticed a bunch of metal detectors, and despite her having her phone and a flashlight, they weren't triggered. She quickly discovered why. On the farthest one, there was a switch that was flipped in the 'Off' position. Oddly enough, some lights were still on, but the building had looked dark from outside. The lights illuminated a large main area with a desk and chair that were parallel to the metal detectors. 

To the right of the desk was a hallway that turned to the left. Allary peered around the corner. It was another hallway, this one very long, with several doorways branching off of it. It had random lights lit down the length of it, some flickering every once in a while, and they revealed a set of bars about a hundred yards from where Allary stood, cutting off what she assumed was more hallway. She decided not to explore just yet, and headed back to the lobby where the others were still exploring. Allary strode over to the farthest wall, where a painting of a man hung. She leaned forward to inspect it. It was a portrait of Michael's father, the chief of police. All of a sudden, she felt hands on her ass, and someone moaned loudly into her ear. Allary screamed and whipped around. Travis stood behind her, laughing hysterically.

"Travis, you fuckfaced little shit!" She yelled, lunging at him.

The blond leapt backwards, and then turned and ran past the desk and down the hall.

"You're so fucking dead!" Allary hollered, racing after him down the hallway with the flickering lights.