Night 5:

Kitchen Chaos

Cartman emerged from Black Bart's haunted hideout, his heart pounding. The air outside was thick with tension, and he squinted into the darkness, hoping for a sign that the animatronics had finally left. But as he stepped cautiously into the main restaurant area, dread settled in his gut—the animatronics were still there, waiting. The flickering lights revealed their twisted forms: Freddy Fazbear, Chica the Chicken, and Bonnie the Bunny. Their mechanical eyes bore into Cartman, and he knew he was in for another night of terror. He had to find a way out, and the kitchen seemed like his best bet—their movements would be slower there, hindered by the clutter of pots and pans. Cartman sprinted toward the kitchen, the animatronics hot on his heels. The once-familiar restaurant now felt like a maze of horrors. He ducked behind counters, leaped over fallen chairs, and crashed through swinging doors. The animatronics' footsteps echoed behind him, their metal limbs clanging against the tiled floor. As Cartman burst into the kitchen, he skidded to a halt, clearly the animatronics had already been here. The room was chaos incarnate. Broken dishes lay strewn across the counters, and the smell of spilled salsa and refried beans hung heavy in the air. The animatronics followed, their glowing eyes narrowing as they cornered him. Freddy lunged first, his jaws snapping shut inches from Cartman's face. Cartman sidestepped, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He grabbed a frying pan from the stove and swung it at Freddy's head. The impact sent sparks flying, but Freddy didn't relent. Chica joined the fray, her beak clashing with the pan, while Bonnie circled, ready to strike. Cartman's mind raced. He needed a weapon—a real one. His eyes fell on a knife block near the sink. He lunged for it, fingers closing around the handle. Freddy lunged again, and Cartman slashed, severing wires and plastic. Freddy staggered, but Chica was relentless. Her talons scratched at Cartman's arms, drawing blood. Desperation fueled Cartman's next move. He spotted a broom leaning against the wall. With a grunt, he snapped it in half, revealing a jagged end. Duct tape hung from the broomstick, and Cartman quickly wrapped it around the knife handle. His makeshift spear was ready. Bonnie lunged, and Cartman thrust the spear forward. The blade pierced through Bonnie's chest, sparks flying as circuits short-circuited. But the blow seemed ineffective and Cartman yanked the spear free, panting.

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