exploring abandoned places was a passion of yours, so when your friends gave you the location of some old, run-down pizzeria, you were quick to investigate.

flashlight in hand, you busted the old doors open, wincing at the loud creak. the place was covered in junk, the whole place practically falling apart. it had a faint stench of mold, which wasn't surprising, but what was surprising, was that there still seemed to be power.

you walked through the ruined halls, passing by the old arcade machines and dusty tables. as you explored, you heard the loud, metallic clank of something walking, but it wasn't clear who.. or what it was. you quickly made your way towards the exit, not wanting to meet whatever was in here, only to be shoved roughly to the wall, flashlight clinking to the floor as you were pinned, chest pressed uncomfortable against the dirty wall.

"And just where do you thing your going, dear~" a husky and slightly robotic voice rumbled from behind you. the voice was male, and you felt his grip on your wrists tighten threateningly.