Gordon stopped in the hallway on his way to the dorms, his head raising. There's something weirdly preternatural about the fight-or-flight instinct if it's properly honed. The way it seemed to realize danger before the rest of him left Gordon at a loss to explain it in scientific terms.
That didn't mean he didn't heed it, however. He shifts the paper in his hands and grips the crowbar at his belt.
By the time his neurons have cued up to have him call out "show yourself," the thing was already halfway down the hall in a hellish animatronic sprint. Its eyes glow like an old-time flashbulb on the charge, and the flash causes Gordon to recoil. He swings blindly, which connects with a CLONGK of metal and a screech.
"SHITdamn, ahhg--" Gordon, still blinded, dives around a heavy oak door and slams it shut.
There's a thump against it. Another thump. The man blinks, and tries to shake out the flash spots in his eyes. "Yeah, trying to blind me didn't WORK, did it, you theme-park reject?! You're lucky I don't have my shotgun! I'd take you out AND the wall behind you too! You just wait until I can see again..."
Thump. Thump.
"...What the hell's it doing? Hello?"
If you happen to be in the room he's sought refuge in, you get a front-row seat to this show. For those who find them in the hall, the terrifying bear-thing is... standing against the door, banging its head against it sluggishly.
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Gordon stopped in the hallway on his way to the dorms, his head raising. There's something weirdly preternatural about the fight-or-flight instinct if it's properly honed. The way it seemed to realize danger before the rest of him left Gordon at a loss to explain it in scientific terms.
That didn't mean he didn't heed it, however. He shifts the paper in his hands and grips the crowbar at his belt.
By the time his neurons have cued up to have him call out "show yourself," the thing was already halfway down the hall in a hellish animatronic sprint. Its eyes glow like an old-time flashbulb on the charge, and the flash causes Gordon to recoil. He swings blindly, which connects with a CLONGK of metal and a screech.
"SHITdamn, ahhg--" Gordon, still blinded, dives around a heavy oak door and slams it shut.
There's a thump against it. Another thump. The man blinks, and tries to shake out the flash spots in his eyes. "Yeah, trying to blind me didn't WORK, did it, you theme-park reject?! You're lucky I don't have my shotgun! I'd take you out AND the wall behind you too! You just wait until I can see again..."
Thump. Thump.
"...What the hell's it doing? Hello?"
If you happen to be in the room he's sought refuge in, you get a front-row seat to this show. For those who find them in the hall, the terrifying bear-thing is... standing against the door, banging its head against it sluggishly.