"Are you kidding—?” Frantically wiggling out of Gordana’s grip, Chell liberated her arm and forced the metal door shut.
Muttering out a medley of expletives, keeping to the tempo of a shifting camera angle, she finally swapped back to the claustrophobic office space, flanked on both ends by a steel sheath of metal and, beyond, that sadistic animatronics.
"They’re going to drain the power. They’re going to— why would there be electric doors? Who thought this was a good investment? What idiot wrote up the budget plan and said ‘I know we can’t afford more than six hours of power, but wouldn’t sliding doors be cool— ohgod. ”
As their battery life reached a condemning 0%, the screen immediately shifted to a muted darkness, an eerie music wafting from the speakers.
She froze. No. How did they lose power. IT WAS ONLY 5 AM.
Freddy’s face appeared in the doorway, flickering on and off.