AN: Hi again,

I just wanted to say that I'm expecting two chapters left, including this one. One for nightmare, and a final one to tie up some loose ends. That is all. I might set the ground for a sequel. I might not.

Nobody knows but me.

I'm sorry for making this chapter so short.

Night counter: NIGHTMARE MODE (YEAAHHHHHH!) (#SomebodyHadToMakeThatJoke)

I wake up and bleary massage my eyes back into seeing. Force of habit, I suppose, seeing as my eyes are metallic and aren't affected by anything short of a blade.

I clamor to my feet. Tonight is the night. I'm not going to mess around.

I'll just do it. No psychological horror, just my screech and a quick death.

I jump into the vents. Nothing slams shut on me, surprisingly, and I crawl swiftly through the dark vent. I open the already dented vent as fast as I can and fall to the ground in a cat crouch right in front of the office door.

The guard slowly swivels his chair away from me. I lean against the door frame for a second, waiting for him to turn around, and eventually get bored waiting. I be gin to walk in when I hear laughter in the exit foyer. I grit my teeth and allow my protocols to take over.

I can't stop them. It's easier to go along with the flow.

I'm dragged until I'm left in the corner. Well, at least it didn't drag me to the beginning of this maze of a building, right?

I hear a screech. That most be one of those ghosts. I peek around the edge of the doorframe to get a short peek of a bear that quickly fades away.

When it disappears, I hear the faint sound of grates falling, blocking airflow. A red light blinks on and off along with the sound of an alarm. The man in the seat spins around in his faux leather chair and pulls open some sort of device.

I hear the sound of the child's cries again. Ah! So that's how he controls them.

While they used to sound real, now they're more synthetic-sounding. It's strange how different it sounds now that I know they aren't real.

I willingly walk towards the sound, but manage to stop in the hall with my replacement.

I briefly contemplate smashing the purple replica of me. I decide that I'll do it when I finally break free from my protocols.

I walk past the office again. The man in there is frantically tapping another device while the alarm continues to blare. I get into the office and prepare to walk into the man's frame of vision.

He puts down the device. When he looks up, his eyes widen in fright and he attempts to roll away in his office chair.

I walk towards him, head slightly tilted, and grab him by his shirt, lifting him up.

Game over.