It Wasn't Me

Us

We stood on the stage together, forming a straight line. Our heads turned left and right, creaking with rust every time we did so. This was us. We were alive. Or were we?

We observed our surroundings. Minds were filled with love, happiness and nostalgia. And suddenly, sharp, betraying pain. The room shivered. Prudently, we stepped off the stage. Our visions darted left and right while our minds configured our dying memories.

A rectangular object hung in the corner of the room, spying our every move. We ignored its obvious presence and continued to explore.

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Okay, okay. You can do this.

Am I sure? After all that stuff Vincent said about the animatronics, I'm not so sure about this.

Come on, I know that man is full of nonsense.

Ah, I guess i'm right.

Oh, aren't I?

Anyways, I think i'm ready t-

What's the hell is that?

Dear Lord. What IS that?

No worries, I bet it's nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I bet this stuff's just getting into my head. Cool it, man.

Ah, that's it. Absolutely nothing. I'm fine. Everything's a-okay.

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The man parked in front of the building. This was the perfect time to execute the hellish idea he had been planning. He took a small key out of his pocket. He had duplicated the key to the pizzeria on the first few days he had gotten the job.

He unlocked the pizzeria's doors and went inside. He had his hand fit into the pocket where his knife hid. If a guard were to catch him, he could easily injure them or make them pass out. No harm in knocking someone out, right?

The man crept over to Pirate's Cove, making sure not to get in the animatronic's line of sight.

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We can feel his presence. He is here. We can smell the scent of blood lingering in the air. He smells really bad. Like, really, really, bad. Damn, that's some stench we won't forget for a while. Or is that us?

We sniffed around.

Nevermind, that's us.

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The man dashed over to Pirate Cove. The fox stood there, still non sentient. He twisted the door knob at the back of the stage and entered the scene of the slaughter. He walked over to the decaying body in the corner of the room. Carefully, he picked the body up and held it in his arms.

The man, carcass in arms, dashed towards the supply closet, where the "bomb" was. He walked in and crept towards the golden suit. With great care, the man fit the child's body into the suit and locked its head in place. He patted the suit on the head twice and wiped his bloody hands on his shirt and turned to walk away.

He walked off quite boldly. However, what he had forgotten about straightened their heads in his direction. The room startled to whirr. The man stopped dead in his tracks. Oh no.

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Gah, what's that noise?

Check the cameras.

Wait, what are those guys doing? And who's that guy?

No questions, bud. Go check it out.

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"Shoo! Scram! Idiots!" The man shouted, back off into a corner. The whirring noise was ascending in volume, but never stopped. The man covered his ears in pain. A beam of light shone onto the man's pale face, and the sound was silenced.

"Vincent? Is that you?" A familiar voice questioned. The man blinked, arm shading his eyes as he tried to make out the owner of the silhouette. "What are you doing here?" It questioned. The man recognised the voice and smiled.

"Scott, it's you! Damn, if I hadn't known it was you sooner, I would have killed y- wait, forget what I just said. How are you doing?"

"Wait, did YOU do it?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You stuffed those bodies into the suits. You did it, didn't you?"

"It wasn't me."

"Please, Vincent. Don't lie to me." His voice was starting to tremble.

"It wasn't me. Please, believe me."

"You did it. Don't lie to me, you're covered with blood."

"Please, don't..." The man's mouth was stretched into a wide grin. His hand hovered over his pocket.

"I'm calling the cops." The phoneman's vision was fogging up with tears.

"Fine!" The man shouted, hands thrown in the air. "It's me! I did it! Are you happy?"

"I..." the phoneman reached for his phone.

The man smiled, letting of an unsettling laugh. He slowly backed off, and then, sprinted out of the building.

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He's gone.

Quick, the phone.

Should I?

Do it. Vincent's nothing but a psychopath.

Alright then. But i'll only tell them about the missing children. I can't bear to give him a more serious punishment.

Fine.

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