DeadGoggles

I know that I am not to blame Nor guilty in a single way, That sound of crashing adding up To nil against my radio. It seemed so slow, yet like a flash I hit the brakes and took the wheel, A swerving to the right had bought me More time than I'll ever know, And yet I tremble even so. For still I see not Gray nor Blue But twisted crumpled black insides, The plume of smoke so sudden As the embers brightly glow. It made me wonder as I drove if those inside had both survived, An answer to a question I will never come to know, And still I tremble even so. No use is left in dwelling on The Shadow that can feed on fear, Reducing me to nothing mo

Round One: 12:00 AM The stroke of midnight was filled with sounds that night. The chiming of bells, the beeps and hums of electronics, and animatronic servos whirring. Almost in an instant, Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza came to life for a night, as it had done time and time again, but this time it was different. And just as the cacophony faded and the night settled in, one more sound could be heard among the ranks in a more consistent rhythm - the shattering of glass. Camera 7: Restrooms With a strong follow-through in his swing, Ken shattered the last mirror in the boy's restroom. Glass shards were sprinkled across the floor like confetti,