Chapter 9

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Val's POV

As the sheriff was talking to me, I was looking at the stage, wondering where Willy the Weasel would have gone.

"Look at me! Look at me when I'm talking to you!" The sheriff shouts.

I do as she says and turn around to face her.

"All you had to do was die. Was that so hard? No, you just had to go ahead and stay alive, and now we got five dead kids because of you!" She says to me.

I slowly glare at her.

It isn't my fault that Liv's friends are dead. It was their mistake for coming into this terrible place, thinking they can help me get out.

"You may have taken apart a few electronics, but I got a feeling that you can't stop a round. Willy!" The sheriff shouts for the weasel. "Willy needs to eat, and I'm gonna feed him." She never took her gun off of me.

At this point, Willy should be coming out soon.

"Willy, come and get it!" The sheriff shouts to Willy.

Just as she says that, the lights go out. They start flickering back on, and right behind the sheriff is Willy.

The sheriff turns around and faces the tall weasel with fear in her eyes.

Before anything else can happen, Willy uses his sharp claws to slice the sheriff in half. Blood splatters all over the place, even on me.

And I just finished cleaning this room! For one hour!

Without any warning, Willy charges at me and uses both of his arms to throw me against the wall.

But my back doesn't hit just the wall. It also hits a red button labeled, "It's Your Birthday!"

The birthday theme song starts to play and confetti flies everywhere.

My legs shake as I slowly stand back up. But as I look around, everything is in a blur. I probably hit my head as well. But I can't tell since everything hurts.

I try to focus my eyes by blinking but nothing is working.

Out of nowhere, I feel a stinging pain on my right arm. And then on my back. I look at my arm and see huge claw marks.

Willy is attacking me from every direction. And I can barely see him.

I had a feeling Willy was going to be hard to fight. But I didn't think it was going to be this hard.

I scream as more pain emerges through body and as I get clawed at more. Mostly on my back, stomach, and arms.

It soon came to a point where I got thrown into the ball pit.

As a few seconds pass, I hear Willy Weasel walk away from the ball pit to who-knows-where.

Minutes pass. The only thing I can hear is the birthday theme song continue to play. It's so dark in the ball pit and I am slowly losing blood. I feel like I am going to pass out and die.

But I can't give up.

I slowly reach my hand out of the ball pit and grab onto the edge, so I can help stabilize pull myself out. Once I stand up, I regain my balance look at my surroundings.

Willy is nowhere in sight. But I know that he is around here somewhere.

Thinking quickly, I walk into the kitchen. And the first thing I did was open the fridge and grab all of the soda cans.

I look to me left and see a bag. I then put all the soda cans into the bag, so I can use it as a weapon against Willy.

I also notice the broken mop I used when I fought against Ozzie the Ostrich. I use tape to tie the two broken pieces of the mop together. Now I will be able to use it as a bat.

I walk out of the kitchen with both the bag of soda cans and broken mop in each hand.

Willy is still not around here. So I take a deep breath and clench onto my weapons tighter, getting ready to face off Willy the Weasel.

As I start walking towards the middle of the main room and towards the stage, I see Willy walk over in my direction.

We stand there for a few seconds, staring at one another and seeing who is going to make the first move.

And it turns out that Willy is making the first move. He swings his right arm in my direction.

But I use my mop to block his attack. I then use this opportunity to swing the bag of soda cans at him.

It takes about a second for him to regain himself before swinging his arms at me again.

But with every swing, I use my mop to block them and the use the bag to hit him in exposed places, mostly his stomach and head.

We continue to fight like this. But Willy isn't doing so good at fighting back.

It soon comes to a point where he falls back against the stage. His guard is down.

I use both the bag of soda cans and my mop to beat the heck out Willy's head. Oil starts to fly everywhere. And I have never had this much oil on me when I fought with the other animatronics.

I stop hitting Willy with my weapons once he doesn't move. But that doesn't prove that he is dead.

So I grab the top of his head and use all of my strength to rip it off of his neck. That's when all the sparks and oil fly.

I have done it. I killed Willy the Weasel.

After a few seconds of holding Willy's head, I let it fall to the floor. Without thinking, I pull out my phone at take a picture of he damage I did to that weasel.

I then walk towards the kitchen to clean myself off.

I can't even believe that I just did this.

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