Intruder

Emma was cooking dinner when her phone rang. Frantically she checked the caller ID, but it wasn't the officer. It was Adam. 'Might as well see what he has to say,' she thought to herself as she brought the phone to her ear. "Hey, Emma, I just wanted to say I'm sor-"

"Don't. Even." Emma snarled. "In fact, I want you to pay for my lawyer. 300 dollars per hour."

"What are you talking about? You didn't get in trouble, did you?"

"Of course not, you idiot! I'm going on trial to free my friends."

"You're- oh you don't mean the animatronics, do you?" He sounded exasperated.

"Why do you care? Pay for my lawyer!"

"Ugh, fiiiiinnnnneeeee. I'll transfer you the money through Mundo when you need it." He hung up.

"Who was it?" Bon Bon asked, who was sitting on the counter.

"Just Adam, the jerk. I made him pay for my lawyer." She smiled evilly.

"Ooh serves him right," said Bon Bon. "Your pastas done."

"Oh!" Emma quickly got her dinner off the stove, stirring it and straining it. "Thanks,"

"No prob," she replied. "We've been hanging out for almost a week now. I can't tell you, I-" she cut off as the phone rang again. "Quick! Get it!" Emma picked it up.

"Are you miss Emma?" A male voice asked over the phone.

"Yes, yes, that's me," Emma replied, calming herself.

"We have scheduled a date for the trial you requested. We are bringing the animatronics to…" they continued talking, setting up the date and all the other needed things. When she finally got off the phone, her pasta was cold.

"So?" Bon Bon asked.

"We got the date!" Emma exclaimed, excited. "Next week, Friday."

"Yes!" Bon Bon exclaimed, jumping onto Emma's shoulder. "We can get out friends back!"

"Yeah, why don't y-" Emma cut off as she heard a sound. She heard her door slowly open, then shut softly. Emma raised a finger to her lips then motioned for Bon Bon to follow her. She crept out of the kitchen and peeked into the entryway. A man in black stood there, locking the door behind him. He held a knife in his hand.

Did he think Emma would be asleep? Yes, it was close to midnight, but all the same… "Hey!" She said, stepping into the entryway. The man whirled around. A black mask covered his mouth and nose, so Emma couldn't recognize him. "What do you think you're doing?"

The man did not speak, but slashed at her with his knife. Emma ducked, growling. She jumped back as the man swung again, then kicked upward, knocking the knife from his hand. He looked at her, hesitating for only a moment, then charged at her. She sidestepped, then tripped him as he ran past. The black clad man fell to the floor, making a thump. He rolled over onto his back and leaped up, slamming into Emma, pushing her back against a wall.

Strong hands gripped her neck, squeezing and lifting her upward. She couldn't breathe, and she began to panic, kicking the air below her to no avail. "You asked what I was doing," the man said. The voice sounded oddly familiar… "I'm getting my revenge." Black began creeping in on the corners of her eyes, and Emma's struggles became more feeble. The hands tightened, and Emma's eyes bulged. Then, some sort of screech, and as her vision went black, the hands suddenly let go.

Emma fell to the floor, coughing and gasping for breath on her hands and knees. Her vision returned, and she looked up, wondering what had happened. Bon Bon had jumped at the man, screeching in his face. The man stumbled backward, knocking into a bookcase. Bon Bon leaped off, and the man turned around as the bookcase fell on top of him.

Emma rolled onto her back, still coughing. "Emma?" Bon Bon asked, appearing above her head. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," Emma rasped, slowly sitting up. "You saved my life."

"I couldn't just let that man kill you," Bon Bon replied, climbing up onto her shoulder. "We should check on him, as soon as you've recovered." Emma nodded, then stood up. She swayed for a few moments, then got control of herself and approached the unconscious man trapped under a bookshelf. She pushed the shelf off him and checked his pulse. Still alive. She then pulled back the bandanna, and gasped