*Reader's POV*
An exhausted blonde is making a slushie, eyes closed as he had memorized every flavor and the order at this point. He was aware of his surroundings, the childrens party which Fritz, his co-worker, was taking care of, and the room with Mangle, his all time favorite animatronic, in it. He took a moment to look into the room, and then realized Mangle was acting strangely, barely moving or twitching very slightly. He had to go in and fix him. He grabbed the toolbox and snuck his way into the room, making sure the kids couldn't notice him go in. He opened her mouth to try and see if anything was up with her endo skeleton and then, BAM.
*Fritz's POV*
The kids were happy, watching the animatronics perform as they stuffed their faces with birthday cake. I had noticed Jeremy go into the room where we kept Mangle, but I didn't think much of it. Until I did. There was a giant bang, the kids were too busy to notice. But I wasn't. I made my way to the room, and looked through the window of the door. Blood. That was the first thing I noticed. My co-worker and lover, covered in his own blood, starting from his head. I rushed into the room, and sat myself on the ground. I lifted his blood covered head. He didn't have his frontal lobe. "Jeremy, can you hear me?" He still had a pulse. "F-fritz, is that you?" He struggled to speak. "It is, stay still, help will be here soon," I reassured him, noticing Phil, our boss, crying at the door calling an ambulance. "Everything is.. so blurry," He stammered, "I'm getting really tired" "Please, don't go to sleep. You're going to be okay," I whispered back at him, but I wasn't even sure if he would be. I heard the sirens outside the place, the kids being taken home to stop them from having to see him. "You're going to be okay. Don't go to sleep, my love, please," I told him. His breath was slowing as tears fell from my eyes. The paramedics soon came in and took him away with a stretcher, refusing my pleads to go with him.
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