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Gregory POV
It had gone wrong.
It had gone so wrong.
And now I was going to die.
I was going to die in this glass box stuck inside with Freddy.
He was still tied down right now, but it wouldn’t take long for him to get up. I searched frantically for something, anything to break the glass. I needed to get out of here.
I grabbed the screwdriver I had been using on Freddy to repair him and slammed the end point into the glass over and over. But it wasn’t working. I looked around the glass cylinder.
There.
A small crack in the glass.
I reached up to it and hit it as hard as I could.
It shatters.
I keep jamming the screwdriver into it until it break through enough so that I could fit through. Just about.
I push my body through. Glass scraping my skin, I’m only in shorts and T-shirt.
I felt as glass broke off into my skin, but I didn’t have time to think. I needed to run. Freddy’s out and ready to attack me, I need to go now.
I started running, every step is painful. I see blood running down my legs and arms from the cuts and from the glass still in my body. Everythung hurts, I can’t keep up. Freddy’s too fast, and I’m too slow.
The ground shook as he ran to me. I trip on my shoelaces. I look back to him. He’s right behind me. I crawl back but it’s too late. He’s here.
I didn’t want to die. What happened? I only made one mistake. Why would he attack me? He was always kind to me he protected me!
My thoughts were cut short as he plunged his hand into my guts. Blood rushed out. I could only feel pain. I tried to get away. To do anything, but I was too weak. I had lost too much blood. The fight left my body and my vision started to blur and turn black.
My eyes closed looking at my one friend.
The same thing that had murdered me.
I never opened my eyes again.