"I thought they were all here for me, but I see you're the star of the show tonight."
2F
As with the first floor, the second floor was identical. Rows of arcade machines lined the railings, small areas with couches and chairs, presumably for parents to wait. The area was still surrounding by brick walls lined with holes for the DJ to move in and out of.
The techno had picked up, thumping bass echo-ing through the plex.
Now Playing...
Artist: Xosar
Song: Vibration Acceleration
Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=meREaNlmuMQ
The horde was no doubt still below, piling onto the stairs. There was no way any single one of them could easily 'wheel' up the stairs. But with so many of them, toppling over each other, they would create a way up eventually. Time was running out.
While you recovered Bonnie peered over the railing, watching the horde scrambling around.
Any bots that had been patrolling the second floor had flung themselves off the railing earlier. Just from where you lay on the couch, there was no activity on this floor.
The arcade machines, usually providing a source of light were off. The CRT monitors were black, some were just dimly lit. Whether the DJ's doing or some glitch you weren't sure. Either way, this floor was way darker than it was yesterday.
You take a minute to catch your breath before you get up. There was one way up to the third floor. And it was far away from you and Bonnie.
With the horde currently destroying the stairs you and Bonnie make a run for it, desperate to reach the third floor. It was dark, no thanks to the arcade machines but the 3F stairs had lights around them. Worst case, you just trip over something. Well, it beats getting maimed by a robot horde.
Bonnie's eyes and your phone provide some minor illumination.
Your adrenaline kicks in again, providing some much needed hype.
Your excitement is killed when Bonnie places a firm hand on your shoulder, pulling you back.
"Woah!" You nearly tumble to the ground but catch your balance.
You start to ask Bonnie what that was for but you stop, upon noticing he was slack-jawed.
His expression showed fear, as yours does now seeing what he saw.
In the mass of darkness in front of you was a pair of glowing red eyes. Not just one pair either. You make out several, in front, to the side, standing on arcade machines, all around.
They were all looking at you and Bonnie. The darkness allowed them to conceal their forms but you knew what they were.
A spotlight above moves into position, fully illuminating your surroundings. The arcade machines, if on cue, booted up, adding additional light as well. Like you had guessed, the eyes belonged to what you had feared the most.
Well, not the most. That would be the DJ, but the eyes did show something else.
Endos.
There must have been 4, no 6, nay, you weren't able to count.
This was going to be rough.
Determining your best course of action was the golf club you wield it, ready for action.
Seeing your instant display of bravery, Bonnie gets ready too, putting his fists up.
One of the endos jumps off the arcade machine, landing square in front of you. You swing the club, the club head smacking the endo's eyes. It knocked something loose, causing it to recoil back.
You feel the ground shake, as if things couldn't get any worse.
No. No. No! It can't be him. Not now!
You cast the thought aside. Your main threat was on the endos in front, there was no time to think about that.
Two endos charge at Bonnie, ready to grab him. As one reached for his face, Bonnie ducked pulling up with a haymaker against the endo. The strike landed perfectly, Bonnie's fist connecting with the endo's face. While it was dazed, he grabbed the neck of the second endo and threw it into the dazed one, knocking them both down.
You hope the club did enough damage to keep it down. Unfortunately for you, your hopes are dashed as it merely gets back up and adjusts its face properly, you having only made a dent in it. This wasn't going to work.
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More endos charge Bonnie as he continues to throw out haymakers and other boxing moves. As interested as you would be in how exactly Bonnie knew boxing there was more pressing matters.
You look at your club, a genius idea goes off.
Two and two together.
The golf club was made of metal but had a rubber grip. The metal could conduct the tazer's super-charged force and the grip would protect you from the initial shock.
With the battery + the club + the tazer it would be lethal.
An electric-shocked baton golf club!
One hand on the golf club, and one hand pulling out the tazer you turn it on. Jamming the electrical part onto the bare metal sends the volts through it. As fast as you could you swing the tazer-powered golf club against the endo.
As if predicting your action it grabs the club.
Big mistake.
The volts course through the metal endo, reverberating throughout its' being. With the added boost from your battery it completely fries it, sending a massive electric shock around. It flies back, landing into an arcade machine.
It was down for the count.
All of the endos freeze, now noticing their fallen comrade. The ground shakes again but in the moment you don't even notice it. They all turn their attention to you, now the most dangerous being around.
You get ready for another electric strike before something behind you pushes you forward. You stumble and the endo quickly swipes the club. It merely tosses the club aside. You freeze.
You put the tazer up. It was your only option to fight back now, aiming at both the endo in front and behind.
It still had the battery on it. This wasn't over yet.
Bonnie goes for the one in front, lunging at it. He enters his 'rage' mode. The both of them smash into an arcade machine, destroying it.
He was pissed now, tearing the endo piece by piece.
You turn back to face the endo that pushed you. It cocks its head, almost mockingly. In an instant you pocket the tazer and pull out the cans of soda. From all the 'acrobatics' you'd been forced to do the can had been shaken enough.
You pull the pin and toss it at smug endo. It explodes in its face, the impact puncturing the can. It reels back and trips over the ledge, falling into the horde below.
Something taps you on the shoulder. You turn to see a few more endos getting closer.
You hear a crash behind you. There was another endo now behind you.
You gotta be kidding me.
The remaining endos circle around you, slowly closing in. You got a clear look at their soulless, empty eyes. Not a thought, and none of the 'spirit' you saw in other animatronics.
The endos you approached cautiously, smart enough to know the dangers that weapon. No way out, one starts to get down on all fours. It was going to lunge at you.
You hold steadfast, tazer up. It would hit it directly but also fall on you. You step back, ready.
It pounces.
You ready the strike.
The ground shakes again, enough for you to feel it.
And the music gets louder.
Industrial techno, blaring throughout the arcade.
Hearing a loud movement above you, you look up.
The DJ emerges from out a hole on the wall. Without so much as an introduction he swats at the endo, sending it flying off the second floor, into the horde below.
The circle of endos around you scatter, confusion taking hold.
You're in awe of what you had just witnessed. The DJ's eyes, normally devoid of colour had streaks of white in them. It almost looked as if there were stars in them. His eyebrows showed anger.
It was now obvious that he was the source of the techno you'd been hearing since you entered.
"My, my, you get yourself into a lot of trouble you know?" The DJ's deep voice rang throughout.
"I thought they were all here for me, but I see you're the star of the show tonight."
Bonnie had gotten up by now, having reduced one of the endos to a pile of rubble.
The DJ paused. "Hmmm. Let's make this a little more exciting." He placed a hand on his headphones, pressing something. He changed the music.
Now Playing...
Artist: NeuroAxis
Song: Together Apart
Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFGYXT2W1Oc
"That's better."
"Y-y-y-you're n-not-." You were shaking now, this was too much.
"I'm not what? Spit it out." He said condescendingly. A single gloved finger patted you on the head.
"DJ! You're okay!" Bonnie running up to greet him.
"Oh my..." DJMM said, now noticing the presence of Bonnie. His attention turned fully to Bonnie. He extended a gloved hand at the former bassist who just leaned in and hugged it as best he could.
"B-but how?" You manage to spit out. The DJ wasn't corrupted. How was that even possible?
"Of course I am okay. It's you who I should be worried about. I thought all those bots were here to listen to my set. But I guess I'm not as popular as I thought." The DJ shrugged with his free hands.
It was the music! You've heard of songs with frequencies that can crash hard drives, maybe the DJ's music had something in it that negated the 'corruption'. Some unheard frequency. Although you can't recall if he was even affected back in the SB-9-nevermind that.
It didn't matter!
He was on your side!
You had a chance now!
"Everyone's gone crazy!" Bonnie said to the DJ. "We gotta get to the security room!"
"I can see that." The DJ nodded. "I'll get you guys up the-" Something caught his attention. "Duck!" Bonnie screamed.
Before you know it, the DJ moves fast. He places a hand in front of you, shielding you. Something huge smashes into his hand, enough to make him flinch.
You didn't realize it first but now you see it. Something threw an entire arcade machine towards you. It was thrown with enough force to completely destroy it, sparks emitting from the now smashed PCB.
You see from afar, one of the endos had thrown the club nearby. You make a run for the tossed golf club, grabbing it again.
This fight wasn't over. The endos had just re-grouped. With a few hands still holding him in the hole he moved out quickly, stomping in front of you and Bonnie.
They charge him, emitting some kind of guttural scream. It was similar to Bonnie and Monty's, albeit way more distorted.
The DJ was easily able to knock some aside and smash some of them but they were relentless. They just got back up, unfazed. They weren't even focusing on you anymore, it was fully on the DJ.
Even the one that had been swatted off returned. It started scaling the wall from below.
While still beating up the ones up top he failed to notice until it jumped upon his body. Like feeling a flea on his back he reached back to try and it get it, unable to do so. It jumped to the arm holding it in the hold and started to pull on its socket. It was trying to dislodge the DJ's arm.
The DJ's attention turned to the endo trying to un-balance it and, if on cue the ones previously fighting him jump to him, trying to beat him up.
"GET GOING! NOW!" The DJ shouted as he was starting to get overwhelmed. You see it now, he had stirred their aggro. There was now an opportunity to get going.
With all the endos on the DJ he retreated back into the hole. The upbeat electronica going with him.
There was no time to mourn or worry if he'd be okay. You shout to Bonnie to run and that you'll fix him later. He accepts that answer and continues on.
Up a final set of stairs you two reach the third floor.
Welcome to the third and final floor. Good luck.
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The notes have been updated.
DJMM: ALLIED
ENDOS: SHATTERED(?)