The five thieves stealthily made their way into the mansion, their movements guided by Oriana Hoody, the master lock picker. With her skillful expertise, they managed to slip through undetected, reaching the hidden fire exit door concealed in the left corner of the mansion.
Meanwhile, the remaining guards grew increasingly concerned about the strange atmosphere that surrounded the disappearance of their comrade. Confusion mingled with disappointment as one of the guards discovered the slumbering figures and the bottles of alcohol. Displeased, he muttered to himself, questioning the competence of the supposed elite guards.
One of the seven guards who remained on patrol ventured inside the mansion, intending to report the strange occurrence to Chief Melton. As he walked through the dimly lit corridors, a sense of unease settled upon him. It felt as though unseen eyes were watching his every move. His grip tightened on his gun, and he called out, demanding to know if anyone was present.
A glimmer of light illuminated a corner, revealing a human-sized mechanical doll. It had the appearance of a four-foot chicken-headed figure, its shirt adorned with the letter "M." The guard let out a relieved sigh, dismissing it as a harmless children's party costume.
To his surprise, the mechanical doll spoke in a digitized voice resembling that of a child, asking, "Do you love fried chicken?" Startled, the guard turned his gaze back, remarking, "What the f***!? It can talk too?" Intrigued by the offer of fresh fried chicken, the guard cautiously approached the doll.
Convinced that it was simply the hired mascot, known as the Chicken Guy, arranged by Chief Melton, the guard eagerly reached for a piece of chicken. But as he did, the mechanical Chicken mascot lunged forward, sinking its teeth into the guard's throat. The guard's desperate attempt to scream was stifled by the gush of blood pouring from his severed vocal cords.
In a sinister turn of events, another shadow emerged from the darkness, this time with a dinosaur head. It swiftly engulfed the guard's head, devouring him whole. With their macabre deed complete, the grotesque figures vanished, melting into the shadows from whence they came.
Unaware of the unfolding horror, Lexus Tristan awoke from his nap, stretching and yawning. As he glanced at the monitors, his attention was drawn to the sight of the three guards still soundly asleep and the beer bottles scattered about. A growing sense of unease filled him, and he swiftly reported the alarming discovery to Chief Melton through the radio.
Fear gripped the mansion, a foreboding presence lurking in every corner. The line between friend and foe blurred as the search for answers intensified. The sinister truth that lay hidden within the mansion's depths began to unveil itself, revealing the malevolent forces that sought to claim justice from their untimely demise.
To be continued…