[EN] FNAF X: Using the Environment Ep. 11.3

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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 and the approaching SCRAPING of Bonnie, who was reaching the doorway. Panic rose within her, but this time it was a panic accompanied by a cold, calculating logic. She couldn't flee. She was trapped. So she had to fight. And the room was her only weapon.

The storage room was crammed with old boxes, broken furniture, and all sorts of debris. It was a mess, but chaos could also be exploited. Elara's eyes widened, frantically searching for something she could manipulate.

Bonnie forced himself fully through the crack in the door. His glowing red eyes bored through the darkness, fixed on Elara. His growling "You… won't… escape…" echoed through the room.

Elara saw a stack of old, empty metal barrels in a corner. Heavy, but movable. An idea flashed in her mind. She had to create a way to stop him, to block him, to buy herself time.

She ignored the pain in her ankle and rushed towards the barrels. With a desperate scream that tore through the silence, she began to push the barrels in front of her, rolling them in a chaotic line into Bonnie's path. Each barrel hit the floor with a loud CLANG, rattling across the concrete.

Bonnie stopped abruptly as the first barrel crashed against his legs. His head tilted slightly, the red glow of his eyes seemed to flicker. The clanking of the rolling barrels disoriented him.

Elara pushed on, shoving a second, then a third barrel. She stacked them on top of each other as best she could to create a makeshift barricade. The barrels weren't stable, but they would at least slow Bonnie down. The noise was deafening.

Balloon Boy's whimpering had been drowned out by the noise.

Bonnie let out an angry growl and began to charge the barricade. He slammed himself against the barrels, pushing them aside with his massive body. Metal crunched, groaned, and gave way under the pressure. It was only a matter of time.

Elara knew she didn't have forever. Her makeshift defense was only a temporary reprieve. She needed another plan. Her gaze fell on a large, heavy tarp draped over an unknown shape in the middle of the room. Beneath it was something large, perhaps a decommissioned machine. Something she might be able to use to her advantage.

Or perhaps she would find something else in this room, something that could help her survive this night.

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