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Shattered Memories pt 5

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(You can tell this is one i enjoyed working on.)


“DW? Come in DW!” 

“He’s not responding?”

“No, it just cut off and--”

“Well, i’m going in before something bad happens to him!”

“B-but how? The front door is locked a-and…”

“I know a way!”

The young duckling named Gosalyn adjusted her quiver as she made her proclamation to Launchpad, who nervously looked around in confusion. With a swift kick to the side of a vent Gosalyn jarred loose the cover and pointed.  “You might not be able to fit, but I can! Keep in contact with me while I go get dad!”

Before the pilot could argue, she leapt into the duct, holding the edge by a single hand. “This is a job for Quiverwing Quack!”  She dropped down into the darkness of the vent for a few feet, long enough to cause her heart to flutter in panic, when her feathered bottom struck the bottom with a resounding bang.  She winced not from the pain but rather the announcing din she caused.  When nothing followed the sound she heaved a sigh of relief, the noises in the distance were still that; distant.  In the dusty vents she inched her way to the closes opening, carefully peeking through the bars to make sure there was no one around. 

Outside the vent the kitchen sat in almost silent darkness; only the soft drip from the dish faucets helped her place exactly where she was.  She rattled the vent cover, frustrated to find she was unable to loosen them.  “Alright,” she muttered. “So I didn’t think -that- far ahead… There has to be a loose one around here.”  She gave the cover a violent kick before she shuffled on her hands and knees back into the main duct and followed it further down.

Several minutes passed as she tried each exit in hopes that the poor upkeep of the restaurant would yield successful results; when embarrassed panic almost began to overwhelm her - how humiliating would it be if Quiverwing had to be rescued by the local fire department because she couldn’t escape an air vent - she found the air began to reek, and with it came hope; the bathrooms!  Surely the most dilapidated part of any restaurant would have to be the bathroom and with lazy upkeep comes lazy maintenance!

The smells worsen with the intense disgusting scent of bleach, used only to half heartedly mask the stench by the last shift, but instead the concoction became a smell so much worse.  “Gross,” she muttered, “It’s not boy’s bathroom in middle school gross… but it’s pretty close.”

When at last she saw the dim red glow of the bathroom, lit she suspected by some neon signs or emergency lights, she heaved a sigh of relief; right in front of her was a partially slid off cover, hanging barely by a loose upper screw and tightened bottom. 

Without hesitation she pushes the cover hard enough to dislodge the top remaining screw; the cover rotates down with a scrape before coming to a halt.  Quiverwing repositions herself, sliding feet first out and onto the tank of a toilet.

Quiverwing’s sneakers make a soft squeak on the porcelain top as she braces and finishes her exit.  She’s about to step down to open the stall door when a hard crash and from above the stall she saw the entrance burst open and the top of a red fedora appeared.

Her heart leapt when she heard his laughter; distorted and somehow hollow sounding.  The loud scrape of his feet moving across the tiled bathroom floor told her he was moving closer.  The massive Negaduck animatronic paused a moment, it’s laughter ceased as it tilted it’s head towards the sounds of Drake’s panicked screams; the glow of it’s red eyes illuminating the exit. 

The loud cry from Drake forced a fearful gasp from Quiverwing and the animatronic snapped it’s head back towards the stalls.  It stood still, save it’s head that looked from door to door, waiting.

Inside the stall Quiverwing’s heart hammered in fear and anticipation, it was inevitable it would find her, but just how quickly…

Silently she began to draw an arrow from her quiver and nocked it into her bow -- there wasn’t much room for a full on draw, but maybe if she could just distract---

A loud clank was heard below her and the toilet water began to bubble.  Eyes wide in disbelief, Quiverwing  watched something snaked bulbously from the bowl and bursted out in a noisy splash - a grey tendril encased in a transparent plastic pulled itself to it’s full height, it’s sphere tip slid open to reveal a glowing blue eye.

The door to the stall tore itself open and the mechanical Negaduck thrust his head in, opened his beak wide and screamed triumphantly. 

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Im getting a FNAF vibe