Prison Breakout
Freddy’s bright, red hair appears to grow moist with sweat. He does not answer you. You’re scared to turn around though, so you just stare with your eyes growing tired as each minute ticks by. You know Freddy has some sort of mental illness, but you’ve never questioned it. You couldn’t, because he would try to attack you, or worse, kill you.
After what feels like over an hour, Freddy closes his eyes shut. As if he were turned off by a remote. He then slips into his bed, and falls asleep.
"Whew," you think to yourself.
You’ve survived another night, but you challenge yourself whether you should simply escape now or later.
“Maybe waiting was a bad idea,” you morosely pout to yourself.
After what feels like over an hour, Freddy closes his eyes shut. As if he were turned off by a remote. He then slips into his bed, and falls asleep.
"Whew," you think to yourself.
You’ve survived another night, but you challenge yourself whether you should simply escape now or later.
“Maybe waiting was a bad idea,” you morosely pout to yourself.