[EN] FNAF X: A Hidden Secret Ep. 9.3

She had hit him. But had she stopped him? Or just made him angrier?

Her ankle burned. She had to use this moment. The faint red glow in the distance now seemed to be her only salvation.

However, as Elara painfully tried to get up to crawl towards the light, her searching hand felt something unusual on the cold concrete floor. It wasn't smooth like the rest of the floor, but rough and uneven, like a kind of depression. Curiosity and a desperate survival instinct drove her to investigate, even as searing pain shot through her ankle with every movement.

She let her hand glide further. It was a crack in the floor, widening into a narrow trench. She bent down as best as she could, and felt something damp, almost slimy. Then her hand hit something hard, but yielding.

It was a bag. An old, worn shoulder bag, half-stuck in the damp depression. She carefully pulled it out. The bag was heavier than she expected. The smell emanating from it was a mixture of dampness, old leather, and the faint, but unmistakable aroma of… gasoline.

What was a bottle of gasoline doing in this restaurant?

Elara trembled as she opened the bag. Her fingers fumbled inside. A small, dented flashlight. A lighter. And indeed, a small, tightly sealed plastic bottle that smelled of gasoline. It must have belonged to someone who had worked here. Perhaps even the former night guard whose fate she had heard on the cassette.

The clanking and scraping from Bonnie had stopped. Silence returned, but Elara knew that was only a temporary reprieve. The creature was disoriented, but not defeated.

The faint, mechanical whisper of the Marionette seemed to rise again from the distance, an almost inaudible sigh in the darkness. "The… darkness… hides… secrets…"

Elara felt a new kind of adrenaline surge through her body. These tools. The lighter, the gasoline. Was it a weapon? A means of defense in this hopeless situation? Or was it something far more dangerous? The kind of things one would only use if they were willing to risk everything.

She saw the red glow of the possible exit in the distance. But now she held something in her hand that might offer more than just an escape. It offered a chance to change the rules.

The decision was hers.

Instead of immediately following the faint red glow, Elara continued to feel around in the depression. The bag hadn't been the only thing there. Her fingers hit a loose floor panel, hidden beneath the debris. It was a square piece of metal that shifted with a soft SCRAPE.

Beneath it wasn't just damp earth, but another, smaller shaft. This time not horizontal, but a steep descent into the depths. Elara hesitated. This wasn't an escape route. This was a path down. Deeper into the heart of the abandoned restaurant.

An icy draft flowed from the hole, smelling of old machinery, dampness, and a hint of decaying odor. It wasn't a place one would willingly enter. Yet the shaft was wide enough to stand upright in, and in the distance, Elara saw a faint, pulsating, green light. Not red. Green. It was different. And it called to her, not with a whisper, but with a silent, irresistible pull.

The sound of Bonnie, whom she had hit, was not yet audible again. The silence was still there, but it was filled with the pressing question of what this green light meant. Was it another trap? Or the key to what had truly happened here? The secrets the Marionette spoke of.

Elara made a decision. The gasoline, the lighter – these tools belonged to someone who was willing to fight down here. And this green light… it was a riddle she had to solve. Escape could wait. The truth could not.

She squeezed through the opening, her feet finding purchase on a rusty metal ladder that led into the depths. She began the descent, her gaze fixed on the green light that drew her into the darkest corners of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.