Restaurant with a Mascot (2)

“What the hell.”

It didn’t take long, as I focused and cycled through the CCTV feeds, for a shocking scene to catch my eye.

A red animatronic was smashing the back of John’s head—the dog-headed one—with all its might.

What was that?

Judging by how the other animatronics soon smashed its arms and legs to pieces, it hadn’t been part of its usual routine, either.

I wanted to watch the situation more closely, but I didn’t have time.

Woolfie and Buhee had started coming this way.

Woolfie even smashed open the vent near the bottom of the wall and crawled inside.

Even I couldn’t bring myself to hope that the vent didn’t lead here.

How was I supposed to stop that thing from coming through a vent with no iron door...