Five Nights

Payday

[Ty's POV]

I punched Vincent across the face over and over before Foxy and Bonnie ran down the hall. "No! It's not worth it! Leave 'im, matey!" Foxy called, he and Bonnie both pulling me off of Vincent. I struggled to get from the two's grip. "NOT WORTH IT? THAT LITTLE PURPLE-OBSESSED FUCK WAS THE ONE WHO DID THIS TO MY EYE! YOU WERE THERE, FOXY!!" I shouted. "AYE LAD, BUT IS KILLING HIM GONNA GIVE YOU YOUR EYE BACK?!" Foxy called. "IF IT DOESN'T, I'LL TRY RIPPING OUT ONE OF HIS AND WEAR THAT AROUND, SEE HOW HE LIKES IT!" I yelled. "You don't have the guts." Vincent purred. "AT LEAST MY VERSION OF 'THERAPY' ISN'T KILLING KIDS!" I yelled. "You... fuck." Vincent muttered. "YOU TOOK THE LIVES OF MANY INNOCENT CHILDREN. NO LONGER." I started. "I will be a hero in the eyes of those children's parents, that is, to the ones who haven't committed suicide. I will avenge those children." I continued, aiming my golden pistol in Vincent's face. Foxy took the pistol from me. "HEY! WHAT THE HELL?" I said, reaching to grab it. "Look, lad. If you kill him, you'll be in prison. He isn't caught because he's diagnosed with insanity. The police understand he has little self-control because of that mental condition. Laddie, I hate this piece of shit more than anyone, but I'm trying to be smart in this okay?" Foxy explained. I took a moment to think and stormed out from the restaurant after taking my pistol back from the mechanical fox.

As soon as I walked out of the front door of the pizzeria, the manager was just stepping out from his blue Camry. I tossed him the keys. "Thanks! Oh hey, is there a certain place you want me to send your paycheck?" Mr. Cawthon asked. "Wellington Apartment complex, apartment 407. Address it to Ty Conn." I replied. "A'right." Scott muttered with a nod.