Okie, had to get this off my chest...

All I could hear was my own panicked panting.
Run! Run! Run! I mentally screamed at myself every time my sneakers slapped the hard tiled ground. My long gold-brown hair flew in whips behind my pale face and wide ice blue eyes. My pale knuckles had turned white from grasping the small dark gray flashlight. Just a little farther... The door to the security office was in view, welcoming for once.

Metallic clanging grew louder and louder behind me as I sprinted for my life for the security office.

I flew through the door, only to run straight into the one and only Freddy Fazbear.

I let out a strangled cry as he wrapped his large brown fuzzy hand around my neck and lifted me up, causing me to drop my flashlight with a click! I coughed, choking and wriggled around in his grip. The bear's light blue eyes gave a deadly gleam and he dropped me mercilessly on to the hard tiled ground, causing me to land on the discarded flashlight. I gave a squeal of fear, stood up and whipped around to run out the door. I got about as far as the first room when my wrist was grabbed by something purple and matted. Bonnie. I struggled and pulled and kicked and punched and screamed, but he had and iron grip. And apparently deaf ears. He began to drag me to a dark corner of the parts and services room. I squinted until I could make out a panda suit.

"No!" I screamed, struggling more. "No! Please! Nooo!"

Bonnie tightened his already painful grip on my wrist, causing a crack! I screamed in agony as I felt my wrist break in his grasp. Tears streamed down my face. This was the first time I had ever broken a bone... and no one was here to help me! I whipped my head around. Surely there was something I could use... Aha!

I didn't hesitate to grab a nearby crowbar and whack the purple bunny in the head. Bonnie froze, his hand brushing the panda's fur. He dropped my mangled wrist and his head twitched. Crying, I got to my feet and ran like heck.

Pounding footsteps ran at me from ahead as I sprinted down the hall. I glanced up just in time to see a flash of crimson and gleaming yellow eyes. Foxy. Just before his outstretched hand- and hook- could touch me, I leapt to the side, sliding in between the hall and the angry pirate fox.

Feeling like a boss, I looked ahead, still sprinting. The hallway was clear. I made my way to the front door when I heard some glitchy, slurred words.

"Y-You're not g-going a-a-anywhere..."

I ducked just in time as a butchers knife flew over my shoulder, making a trickle of blood seep from my ear. I glanced up in panic to see Chica, holding another butcher's knife in her right hand.  l got the feeling that that bib that said 'LET'S EAT!!!!' probably didn't refer to pizza...

Chica and I stared each other down, either one not moving. Like all of the animatronics, she was two heads taller than me. Her yellow felt was stained with pizza sauce and dirt. Her violet eyes weren't visible, her eyes were dark pits and she had a dangerous grin across her fading orange beak.

"L-L-Let's ea-a-at"

She then chucked the butcher's knife at me at the same time I dove under her legs. Barely missing me, the knife flew at a confused Foxy that had appeared behind me and dug into the scarlet fox's shoulder. He gave an "Argh!" and challenged Chica to a sword fight.

"No outsider be stabbin' me, I be Captian F-F-F-Foxy! The toughest pirate around!"'

Seeing they were distracted, I ran to the double glass doors. I yanked the handle... to find it was locked tight. I felt tears spring to my eyes and pulled harder in desperation, but with no results except for an angry Chicken, an angry Fox, and likley a Bunny and a Bear lurking in the shadows.

Then I heard Foxy's growl. "The endoskeleton! It be gettin' away!"

I had a feeling that 'Endoskeleton' was me.

Not looking back, I tried the other door. No luck.

I sucked in a breath of air and out of desperation, threw my clenched fist at the glass.

My wrist bounced off of the shiny glass, but it made a crack. Undaunted by my unsuccess, yet panicked by Foxy trying to push past a provoked Chica, I slammed my pulsing fist into the glass again. And again. And again. Finally, the glass shattered, making a loud ringing noise. All of the animatronics swivled their multi-colored heads to rest their glowing artificial gazes on me.

Clenching my bleeding fist, I ran out into the snowfall, wishing I hadn't left my sweatshirt in the security office. Glancing behind me, I saw all of the animatronics at the door, staring at me with cold expressionless gazes. Seeing that they weren't going to follow me, I lifted my face up to the cold sky, letting light, cold snowflakes drift down and land lightly on my face and melt into miniature puddles.

I had escaped with only a broken wrist, and a mangled, bloody hand.

But I had escaped with my life.

And my life was what mattered.