WHAT THE F*CK HAS GOTTEN INTO ME?! Why did I pick this job? I know what they can do. The memories are coming back too hard. I see flashes of Freddy's face as the night goes on. That face, that terrible face, will never leave my mind.
Okay, it's 3AM. Freddy and Foxy haven't moved yet. Bonnie and Chica are right outside so, both doors are closed. Wait... I'M AT 20%?! WHAT THE HELL?! But no. No. I can't open the doors to let them in. NO! I CAN'T!... Oh no...5%...4%...3%...2%...1%?! SH*T! THE POWER'S OUT! Oh no... No.No.No.No.No.... He's coming... Please don't kill me... Please... AHHHHHH!!!!!!
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The Bite of '87
HorrorThis how I think The Bite of '87 would've gone like if Freddy did it. And thank you Alyssaxb for giving me the idea.
