You heard the sound of metal scraping against the black and white tiled ground, and it sends a shiver throughout your body. Your stomach churns, and your hands are cold and clammy while being fully clenched. You were wedged between a few large pipes, just enough to hide yourself from him.

The scraping gets louder and closer, and your heart pounds ear-piercingly loud in your head, yet somehow you could hear a maniacal laughter escape from Pickles.

"Where are you, dearie?~" His voice echoes.