Gregory clutches his flashlight tightly, his feet slamming against the ground quiclly as he runs away from Chica. You can't catch me, bird-for-brains! He hears her metallic footsteps getting a bit quieter as he runs farther away. He catches himself at the end of the hallway, in a dead end. No, no, this isn't fair! He yells out, frustrated and a bit wary, looking for another way out in a panic
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