Very sorry about the long wait again! In the runup to Christmas, I had to deal with a lot of sickness, art commissions and appointments ... so the work went rather slowly! My most sincere apologies! I hope that you enjoy this most recent update!

Y/N tried to breathe slowly and calmly as she quickly took in her predicament. She then began to break down the situation into mental facts.

Fact no.1: I am currently alone with three of the Banana Splits, who have now become completely insane.

Fact no.2: Thadd and Poppy are next on the robots' attack list.

Fact no.3: I haven't the faintest idea where the magic shop is in this place.

Stevie and Paige having gone, meant that Y/N's only guide was the map in her pocket. But Y/N didn't want to take her eyes off the three robots standing in front of her ... bad things always happened in horror media to characters who took their eyes off the villains, even if it was only for a few seconds.

Then ... a sudden idea came to Y/N. It was crazy. It was reckless. It was downright suicidal and would probably get her killed. But, it was worth a try ... she supposed. Y/N coughed loudly.

"Um ... excuse me, Fleegle?" The Banana Splits' leader cocked his head as he turned and looked at her. It took all of Y/N's courage and resolve just to remain composed and calm at the moment ... as much as she could.

"Do you know where your Magic Shop set is, Fleegle?" The beagle animatronic was silent and still. Think, Y/N, think! "I love watching your show a lot, especially your magic performances! Especially the Sawing Box trick!"

Y/N instantly wished that she hadn't said that. Now you've just given him the idea, nitwit! Fleegle tilted his head, considering the question.

Several seconds passed.

Y/N got quite fidgety and tense, just listening to how quiet it was ... except for the click and turn of the cogs and gears inside Fleegle's costume. Then the beagle slowly lifted his right arm to point to Y/N's right.

Y/N looked and saw a bendy passageway with a sign taped to the wall. 'This way to "Fleegle's Magic Show"!' She sighed in relief. Phew! Thank goodness! I thought that perhaps he'd rumbled me! Y/N turned to look at Fleegle's ever-smiling, furry face.

"Thanks, Fleegle! And ... er ... by the way, you're my favourite banana split!" she mumbled. She didn't know why but he had an odd sort of charm to him. They all did.

Y/N's parents might question her finding murderous animatronics charming though.

Y/N then, rather warily, turned her back on the motionless animatronics standing in the middle of the large studio room, and walked down the passageway.

As well as looking away from the antagonists in horror media, she also knew that turning your back openly to your adversary / adversaries was also considered a VERY bad move ... people who did that tended to wind up dead.

That seemed to be the rule, anyway. Hopefully, since I wasn't written into the script as an official character, that rule doesn't apply to me. At least, I hope that it doesn't! Y/N thought as she made her way steadily through the corridor.

Then Y/N heard a sound that was vague at first ... but then became clearer. It chilled her to her bones. The sound of muffled metal feet walking quickly in her direction. From the direction of the huge studio room that Y/N had just left.

Oh no. I was wrong! Fleegle DID rumble me! He's coming, he's comi-oh hell, why I am just walking?! RUN!!!

Y/N took to her heels and ran at full speed towards her destination. She could hear Fleegle laughing and singing "Tralala-tralala ..."

Funnily enough, Y/N found herself having an interesting thought. Chase scenes were not quite as exciting when you were the person chased!

The chase has really started now! Yay!

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