This isn't so eventful, but hey, can't skip sections. Especially since a new character pops in here.

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My sweaty, slick grip around my only asset and weapon tightened, it nearly slipping away from the first second of shock. It was useless, but it was the only physical thing that I could cling onto in my time of need, for Belle the Elephant was gawking at me, just outside the door.

The light-bulbs in her sockets flipped on unexpectedly, making me twitch and drag an arm over my face. Looking through the horizontal shadow, I stepped back into the pile of plastic, providing more distance between me and my pursuer.

Belle’s design was unrealistically pink with lighter tints on the insides of her ears and on the front half of her torso. The ears, if looked at individually, are two feet in length and about one in width. Attached to her perfectly round head, they had the ability to flap back and forth. Her right ear also has a tiny white bow magnetized near the tip, opposite of the metallic joint. Between her ears and square in the center of her face, rests her immovable trunk. Its shape looks like a kid’s slide, where it travels downward and curves up at the very end. It pushes out four inches. The rest of Belle’s suit noticeably looks slightly larger compared to all the others, with an ascot hidden under her head. Her tail freely flows behind her like Rory’s, not actually being part of her endoskeleton.

I had backed away far enough so that my spine fell into the wall, the debris under my feet screeching against the chipped tiles and peeling its surfaces easily. I was shaking against the concrete, and I was unable to end it. I felt as if I were being squished by an invisible being, its hands grasping my throat, in an attempt to confront my fate. I forced my eyes shut, but kept my arm over my face, to cover it safely; a damaged arm was better than a broken skull.

I was lodged in place for a good two or three minutes before I realized nothing was happening. The gigantic robot was simply beaming her blinding vision down onto me, making me believe this was much worse than actually dying. Like Rory, she seemed to be toying with me, wanting to watch me suffer.

Peeking through a squint, I glimpsed up at Belle. She was still stationary, and her jade green eyes, however depositing natural light, were still my spotlight. I lowered my arm gradually, ready to throw it back if Belle had made a move. But she didn’t. With the limb down all the way, I stared up at her. She was just standing at attention, her eye designs in contact with mine, but only for a little while. One can only stare into a light for so long.

I took this as my chance. Violently, I began shaking my flashlight while at the same time sprinting past Belle, and out the door. With her eyes still on back there, I was given some extra lighting support outside. I took an immediate right, pushing open the doors to the Main Lobby. With just the tiniest drop of juice, I flipped the flashlight’s switch and shined it towards Rory’s pedestal, rushing towards the Safe Room. With him still in his place, I entered and closed the door behind me, the other still wide open.

I lifted my tablet off the leather chair to pop a squat. As it started loading, I switched my light off and began shaking it again, the red glare over my head dimly brightening the room. I waited a few moments as I tapped my foot through the pointless security and inventory checks. In the meantime, I stepped on the ‘Light’ button; Rory was still frozen and I thanked God for that. Pulling away, I tapped the camera feed box that corresponded to the Janitor’s Closet.

Thankfully, the camera inside the closet was directly above the unnatural indentation in the wall, and was pointing towards the doorway at about a seventy degree angle. Belle had moved into the room, and the top of her head, with the tips of her ears included, were the only things visible of herself. She was staring directly forward I think, or she was moving her arms, I honestly couldn’t tell all that well. Even with the aid of the camera shifting back and both, it didn’t make things any clearer. There was no audio help either. But still, I did know one thing: she hadn’t run after me.

I sighed with relief, before quickly getting up and raising the left door. I poked my head out into the darkness, shining my way forward with the flickering flashlight; there was nothing there at the moment. I returned to see that already three percent of the power had been consumed. I then exited the footage to glance over the other twelve boxes. It was ten minutes to six in the evening.

I turned off the device, letting the generator charge for the little time it needed. It was perfect, I thought as I jerked the flashlight back and forth. The generator’s supply lasts for six hours, and midnight is when they all calm down. Without an assault, and with full concentration, I should be able to make it.

Then came the subtle, deep yawning, accompanied by the rubbing of the eyes. I never realized how tired I had become, because of the previous feeling of death approaching. When was the last time I slept? Probably yesterday? But it had only been for some time. It was more of a nap, than real sleep.

With the flashlight moderately charged, I slipped it into my pocket. I forced the tablet back to life, figuring it had to be around five minutes before six. As it went through the loading sequence again, an abrupt crackling had entered the room. My exhausted eyes grew wide as I threw my head around, pressing my foot onto the ‘Light’ button as a reflex. Rory was still on the other side of the Main Lobby, and no-one else was in sight.

The speaker in the corner had remarkably turned on, which I hadn’t noticed until a few moments later. The time was exactly six o’clock, and I hadn’t caught that. I only questioned how the thing was still working.