[EN] FNAF X: Desperate Counterattack Ep. 12.2

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Elara stared at the whimpering Balloon Boy. His purple and pink tatters, the hanging limbs, and the hole in his chest from which the mechanical sobbing emanated – it was a sad, grotesque sight. Despite the relentless danger Bonnie posed behind her, Elara felt a pang of empathy. This was not a hunter like Freddy or Bonnie. This was something broken. And it spoke, albeit in a distorted whisper.

"What… what do you want?" Elara whispered, her voice hoarse with fear, but with a hint of compulsion. She crawled an inch closer, ignoring the increasingly loud SCRAPE of Bonnie's body as he reached the doorway.

Balloon Boy twitched. His empty, button-like eyes, from which the purple glow emanated, seemed to focus on Elara. The whimpering stopped for a moment, then another distorted whisper came from the opening in his chest: "Free… me…"

Elara frowned. "Free? What do you mean? How?" She looked around, her eyes searching for a mechanism, a switch, anything that could free this poor thing from its suffering. The surroundings were just old boxes and debris.

The sobbing in Balloon Boy's chest intensified, accompanied by a faint, rhythmic CLICKING. It was like an old clock striking its last beat. His body began to vibrate slightly.

Suddenly, Elara saw Bonnie's missing hand, a tangled mass of bare endoskeleton, pushed through the crack in the door. He was there. He had found her. Balloon Boy's whimpering turned into a shrill, distorted scream that filled the small room.

"The… door…" Balloon Boy croaked, his voice now louder, more desperate. "…close… the… door…"

Elara stared at him. Did he mean the door Bonnie was coming through? But how? She had only pushed it shut. It wasn't locked. Was it a trap?

Bonnie slammed himself against the door again. The metal box Elara had pushed in front of it was flung aside, and a gap opened. Bonnie's red eyes glowed in the darkness.

"Close… the door…!" Balloon Boy repeated, the purple light in his eyes flickering wildly. "…the… key… is… in… the… eye…"

In the eye? Elara's eyes widened. Had she heard that correctly? The key to keeping Bonnie away was inside Balloon Boy? But in which eye? He didn't have any eyes.

Elara hesitated for a fraction of a second. The "key in the eye" sounded like a desperate, cryptic hint that she couldn't immediately decipher in this situation. Bonnie was there. His glowing red eyes were now clearly visible through the crack in the door, which was widening further and further. She needed an immediate solution, not a riddle.

With a determined gasp, Elara ripped one of the broken wooden slats from an overturned box. It wasn't a weapon that would do much damage, but it was something. She felt the rough wood in her hand, a small anchor in the panic.

"You're not coming in here!" Elara growled, her voice hoarse and distorted with adrenaline. She rushed towards the door, raised the slat, and swung it with all her might at Bonnie's missing hand, which was forcing its way through the gap.

A shrill, metallic CLANG echoed through the room as the slat hit Bonnie's endoskeleton. Sparks flew, and a loud, hissing sound erupted as if a cable tore. Bonnie's hand twitched back. His head tilted, his red eyes seemed to flicker as if he were confused. Balloon Boy's whimpering was drowned out by the noise.

Elara gasped. She had hit him! But for how long?

Bonnie let out an angry growl and slammed himself against the door again. The slat in Elara's hand splintered. The door swung open with a loud CRASH, and Bonnie stormed into the room. His body was faster than she expected, his movements guided by blind fury.

Elara frantically recoiled, stumbling over an old tarp. She fell to the floor, Bonnie right behind her. She could feel the smell of old metal and decay, his cold presence looming over her. She was trapped.

But the moment Bonnie bent over her, Elara felt something under her back. It was heavy and cold. A hidden pit in the floor. Her gaze fell on a thick, rusty chain hanging from the pit, disappearing into the darkness. Was that… a way down?

The Marionette had been right. The darkness held secrets. And this one was her last hope.

Elara briefly pushed Bonnie back, but is now trapped in a new predicament – a hidden pit.

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