FAZBEAR FRIGHTS: #1 INTO THE PIT

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▒𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚢𝚎, 𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜.
𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎: 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟻
"𝙷𝚎𝚢, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍!" 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢-𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎.

"𝙷𝚎𝚢, 𝙾𝚣," 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚃-𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝. "𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝- 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝙾𝚣?"
"𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚠," 𝙾𝚣 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜-𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎. 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚎, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍-𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟶𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜?

▒​​​​​​​"𝙷𝚎𝚢," 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, "𝚠𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎? 𝚆𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎, 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚝."
"𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏," 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. "𝙾𝚔𝚊𝚢," 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, "𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚝? 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚞𝚜?"
𝙾𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝙵𝚊𝚣𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛'𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙹𝚎𝚏𝚏'𝚜.
"𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜."

𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚎.