[EN] FNAF X: Flight into the Shadows Ep. 11.2

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Elara has now encountered Balloon Boy, a seemingly suffering animatronic, as Bonnie approaches.

Elara cast a quick glance at the whimpering Balloon Boy. Her empathy was great, but her survival instinct screamed louder. This was not a child. This was another animatronic, and Bonnie was right behind her. There was no time for explanations or riddles. She had to get out of here.

The SCRAPING of Bonnie's body was now menacingly close as he reached the storage room doorway. Elara ignored Balloon Boy's trembling sobs and turned around. The storage room was crammed with old boxes and debris, but there had to be another way.

She began to hastily squeeze between the decaying boxes, her eyes frantically searching for another door, a ventilation shaft, anything that could lead her out of this trap. The smell of mold and decay was overwhelming, and the dust stirred up from the old objects made her cough.

"You… won't… escape…" a deep, mechanical voice growled. It was Bonnie. He had fully forced his way through the crack in the door. His glowing red eyes bored through the darkness, fixed on Elara. The scraping of his damaged body grew louder as he moved into the room.

Elara felt her heart pounding against her ribs. She was trapped. Bonnie almost filled the entire entrance area. There was no obvious way out.

In her panic, Elara bumped into a loosely stacked box. It fell to the floor with a loud THUD, and several other boxes followed, forming a small mound of debris.

Bonnie stopped abruptly. His head tilted slightly, his red eyes seemed to analyze the source of the sound. He was momentarily distracted.

This was her chance.

Elara seized the moment. She squeezed behind the overturned stack of boxes. It wasn't perfect cover, but it was something. She ducked down, her eyes still desperately scanning the walls.

Her gaze fell on the ceiling. There, half-hidden by a large, decaying cloth, was a small, grated ventilation shaft. It was high up, too high to reach easily, but it was a gap, a potential way out.

Bonnie's metallic scraping resumed. He moved around the stack of boxes, slowly, methodically. The whimpering sound of Balloon Boy was now almost completely drowned out by Bonnie's loud grinding and scraping.

Elara had to reach that ventilation shaft. But how? And would it lead her to safety, or just to an even worse part of the nightmare?

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