TheFunzoneManager

       For the first time in ages I had begun to flee in fear. My thunderous footsteps rang throughout the unknown halls. My breathing was violent. I had no choice but to continue however, as I tried to escape my predators.       A glance over my shoulder revealed two very large, metallic creatures, whose job was to take me down. One bore an eyepatch, the other wore a rose. They were precious pieces of this place, and were gaining on me. If I wanted to have a chance, I would need to end my straight and narrow path. Do I turn up ahead, where I am forced to? Or do I turn into one of the millions doors along the halls? Think me, think!      

       My expedition through the artificial jungle was short-lived. I was overtaken by the crisis at hand, and had hurried between the trees. I acted on pure instinct, and arrived at the southern double doors before I knew it.       The collision between the doors and the Main Lobby’s walls rang throughout the room as I hustled for the dimly lit Safe Room. With a simple toss, the spare uniform left my grasp and landed on the back of the chair with a small thump. A quick swap put myself in the seat and the tablet in my hands. I wiped off as much as I could to clear the screen. I came to recognize that it was a minute until six, and the

     I retreated to the wall behind me, in my small alcove with my bare mitts clutching my ears. Aided with the excessive force, I could have possibly ripped them clean off. It was a soundproof pain that knocked my head back, forth, and around. The pounding seemed endless.       The power had faded to solely drippings of juice, and I soon came to regret everything about this situation. Back then, I didn’t stress over being secluded under the cluttered table, nor did I have concern for the crocodile’s sloppily chopped, human-like hands. Without those, Davy was nothing. But being nothing translates to having nothing to lose, as we

       The delicately woven cotton against my skin felt soothing, juxtaposed to the set of rags I was previously dragging around. Surprisingly, it was a snug fit. The collar was wide enough to ventilate the inside, and gradually send puffs of cool air rushing over my bare figure, to relieve me from the heat. The sleeves were the perfect length, and even the legs were a bit baggy, which was the way I preferred my clothing. But regardless, I would gladly choose anything casual over this jumpsuit. I had no choice in the matter, however.       Stuck to my sticky seat and bathed under the familiar crimson glow, I stretched my legs with crossed a

       The torn off, now crumpled document gained a place in my pocket. A delicate push of the squealing door brought before me the very same Arcade as it had been a little while ago. My flashlight had been elevated to shoulder height, its light gesturing from wall to wall, and everything in between. My eyes stuck close behind its trail, and with a silent squish, I continued on my search for new clothes, preferably a spare Repair uniform.       My empty hand had taken refuge beside the previously read paper. The worn texture continuously refreshed my memory of the past events that were tied with this establishment. The Fun Time Train accide

     It had been a few minutes since the chimes had echoed throughout the arcade, and I had still refused to move from my location. The red glow lingering from above had returned to enlighten my vision and lift my spirits, but it had only succeeded at half its job; I was a panicked mess, still trying to recover from the last few minutes.       I will admit however, my heartrate had lowered significantly after the chimes had played. My hands were drying alongside that, but they were being wiped into my pants. The soaked-in sweat felt rather uncomfortable on my legs, along with my shirt’s stained underarms being pressed into my sides wh

       There was nothing in front of me. Not even Rory the Lion. But to my side, appeared another problem.       Dangling in the right entrance’s doorway was a swinging tail, much like a flexible, metal baseball bat. It was layered off into sections so that it could freely bend, all of which were blasted long ago with brown spray paint. The coat had chipped due to time however, but it could still do its job no matter how ugly it was.       Paralyzed, I kept all eye contact away from it, keeping attached to the window. I could see it just through the corners, and that was all I needed. My second reaction was to put my tablet away, in

       Placing my single open palm on the surface of the door, I looked out towards the Main Lobby. I was peeking in from its east side and I could see the dimly lit Safe Room to the left. The red glow seemed a little darker from this view, but that was just my eyes playing tricks on me.       With a light shove of the Kitchen door, I took in a deep breath of clean air and brought up my flashlight to scan the Lobby. The pedestal was without Rory in the center, and the Arcade doors opposite of me were closed. Except for the lion, nothing was out of the ordinary here.       I took my first step and traveled toward the Safe Room. The animatr

       I had turned my back to the frozen surface of the door immediately after hearing it close, the vacuum of cold air being pulled back inside the freezer. Along with that, I had turned off my flashlight, leaving me completely lost in this icy, unknown place.       In shock from the previous frightening, I had grown immune to the cold. But now with the feeling  of slight comfort in my hiding place, I had recognized the cold once more and the feeling had begun to rush back. I gripped my shoulders and rapidly began rubbing them, using the idea of friction to temporarily warm myself up. My teeth were chattering audibly, while my shivering b

       I slipped the memo into my pocket as I reluctantly walked on, away from Lola. It took only a couple feet before I passed under a large archway that almost took over the entire eastern wall of The Safari Zone. On the other side was the arcade’s Dining Area.       It wasn’t as famous as the Fun Time Train, but I would bet it was a close second. With a wide array of variously sized round tables and chairs, any customer that walked in was sure to find a seat. The friendliest members of the staff worked in the Kitchen as waiters, or as waitresses, and this included Belle. She worked as a waitress, surprisingly enough. No words