Fnaf Breaking Wheel Novelas e Histórias

he asked. “My buddy and me, we was fixin’ a flat for a guy,” I said. “I looked unner your car, there, and I saw a puddle of stuff. It’s brake fluid. You wanna see, all you gotta do is kneel down and look. There’s a bunch of it by the back wheel, here, and by the front wheel on the other side. Whoever done this knew what they were doin’…these new cars have them dee-agonal brake setups so you don’t lose all your brakes if one line breaks, you know?” Gleason looked a little pale. He stood there, lost in thought.

Shit! I will myself to calm down. I call again to Jackson and Kennedy. I breathe in-and-out a few times to steady myself. After a few moments, I’m now able to unlatch my seatbelt and exit the car. Standing on wobbly legs outside with an incessant ringing in my ears, I observe a red sports car smashed into the passenger side of the Impala. Taking in the crumpled metal of the cars, my head pounds, and my eyes attempt to focus as I shakily pull open Jackson’s door. Broken glass crunches under my flip-flops and the shrieking sound of metal on metal only ends when the door opens all the way.