𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙴... | 𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙻𝙸𝚂𝙷 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽

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"I'm bored," complained a brown-haired, blue-eyed boy, with a thick British accent and a mask of the animatronic 'Foxy'.

"Me too," agreed an African-American boy, wearing a mask of the animatronic 'Chica'.

"We could go and bother the crybaby... After all, I'm sure he's just as bored," the dark-haired, blue-eyed teenager said maliciously.

"Mph... Why not? The African-American boy, Simon, responded excitedly as he stood up.

"Let's go then," added another boy, a black-haired boy wearing a mask of the animatronic 'Bonnie', also standing, followed by another wearing the mask of the animatronic 'Freddy'.

That group of deranged teenagers approached a boy of about seven years old who was talking to a red-haired girl of about ten or eleven years old.

"Hey idiot, happy birthday!" said Michael, the dark-haired boy.

"Michael, stop," the boy said, a little intimidated.

"yes, Michael, stop!" Don't you see he's going to cry? said the blond boy, whose name was Frederick, as he put his arm around Michael's shoulders.

"Michael, you scare me. I'll tell Dad..." The boy threatened with tears in his eyes, trying to restrain his supposed older brother.

"If you want to keep that stupid teddy bear, you won't tell Dad." Michael replied, pointing to the teddy bear in the boy's arms.

"Really?" Leave him alone, it's his birthday," the red-haired girl interjected, visibly upset.

"Shut up, you little bitch." Jacob ordered disdainfully.

"Wow, Evan... I can't believe a girl is standing up for you." Michael said.

"Your brother is a crybaby, isn't he?" Jacob asked mockingly.

"Yeah, it's incredible... Why don't we help you get closer to 'Fredbear'? "He'll love it," Michael replied maliciously.

"No, please, no!" He's going to eat me! The boy pleaded, recoiling in panic.

"Come on, guys, let's give the crybaby a push." He wants to see it up close. Michael said, approaching the boy and lifting him along with his friends, as if it were a sack of cement that had to be lifted between 4 people.

"No, I don't want to!" #### shouted, terrified, his eyes wide open, his breathing racing.

"You heard it, you want to get even closer!" Michael said amused. He began to run towards the animatronic with his friends, holding the boy in his arms.

"Hey, I think this little guy wants to give 'Fredbear' a big kiss," Michael commented, bringing the boy's head close to 'Fredbear's' mouth.

"Kid, let go of your brother, that's dangerous!" The red-haired, brown-eyed co-founder screamed when he saw the scene.

"MICHAEL, LET ME GO!" MICHAEL, I'M SCARED! cried the boy in despair. Suddenly, the animatronic failed, causing its jaws to close with brutal force, but not enough to close completely, thus crushing the boy's skull, dropping some small pieces of his brain, which fell from the holes in his skull, such as his eyes, nose, and ears.

Obviously, his eyes were also protruding from his sockets; splattering blood on the four masked teenagers, just after the minor let out a loud cry of terror and pain when he felt his teeth sink into his jaw and some exploded due to the force caused by the metal jaws of the animatronic that quickly fell on his head. Chaos broke out. The place was filled with screams and people running in all directions. The boy's body hung from the animatronic, and Michael took him in his arms, with a gruesome opening in his head that showed his brain and blood dripping.