(Yes, I do draw, but I've submitted anything online. I'm not very good. Why?)

Jeremy scrambled backward on his hands after he fell onto his back. Since the puppet wasn't charging at him with a grotesque costume to shove him into, he took it as a good sign that they didn't want to kill him. At least, not yet. His relief at the empty hallway vanished when he realized, with a sick feeling rising in his chest, that his flashlight was lying on the other end of the hallway, the...thing...seemingly challenging him to come back for it. He sat up on his haunches and hugged himself worriedly, not knowing what to do. Why was there so much noise emanating from the small room? And why was the marionette guarding it? There was only one way to find out, so he furrowed his brow and flicked through the cameras until he found the right one.
"Oh god..." He breathed, "Is that a
person?" He couldn't really tell who it was, a table was in the way, but there was a man in the room with several animatronics.