You Can't- The Bite of '87 Never Happened

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Nobody moved. Nobody wanted to. Everyone was dead silent as the manager just stood on the stage and looked over them all, a wicked smile on his face.

"Alright, anyone want to go next?" he asked. There was no reply from anybody. "Well then, I guess we'll have to do this the hard way..." He walked down to the knocked-out body of the day-shift guard and pulled a gun out of a holster of his purple uniform. The manager pointed the gun at the crowd with mock anticipation.

"You're all just making this too fun. You pathetic people... I'll enjoy watching your withered bodies fall to the ground when I'm done with you all," he smirked as he shot another child in the head. I was shocked. Why would he kill all these kids? Unless... he didn't only kidnap a kid, he killed the five kids as well?

As people screamed and the manager just laughed, I got an idea from the words he just said. I was going to regret it, and if it didn't work people were going to die quicker. But, if I didn't, everyone was going die anyway. I quickly dashed off down the hall, as the manager was distracted in his own insanity, and got to a large door saying "Parts/Services".

"Yep, I'm so going to regret this," I said as I opened the door wide open. Another gunshot was heard, along with more screaming and laughing. However, as the gunshot sounded, I saw the Withered Bonnie's red eyes flicker on. I dashed down the hall and tried to sneak back to my position in the crowd, however the manager spotted me and pointed the gun at me.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, I believe you want be the next, correct?" he smiled at me.

"Jeremy, no!" Jacob yelled out and stepped between me and the gun.

"Aww, a brave caring brother. Let's get this over with then," he sighed as he cocked the gun back. Suddenly footsteps rocked the hall. Everyone stopped and listened to the heavy pounds of feet on the floor. The only one who was able to see down the hall was the manager, and his face had turned from an insane, smiling face into a horrified one. The footsteps came to the very end of the hall, revealing that they belonged to the four withered animatronics from the Parts/Service room.

"You... you four were destroyed! Y-you were all dismantled with a crowbar!" the manger said in fear.

AIEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

The withered Bonnie grabbed the manger by the throat, causing his gun to fall from his hand and slide across the ground. As the hacked toy animatronics jumped off the stage and started attacking the withered animatronics, I quickly grabbed the gun and pushed through the crowd of panicked people and kids. When I got right up to the door, I shot the handle, unlocking the door.

"Everyone, get out of the building!" I yelled out. As Jacob, Courtney and I helped all the people in the room filter through the exit of the pizzeria, I saw the manager had been able to punch the withered Bonnie in it's exposed endoskeleton head hard, making Bonnie glitch out (under normal circumstances, I would love that to happen, however, this is NOT a normal circumstance). The manager gabbed the day guard's unconscious body, quickly ran up to me, hit me in the face and grabbed the gun before Jacob could do anything. There were only three, six-year old boys, who were huddled together and obvious good friends, left to go through the door. The manager quickly pointed the gun at them and fired before rushing out the door and into a black van. I heard a scream a pain as I directed my attention to where the manager had shot. However, it was NOT a scream of one of the three boys. This was a female scream...

"COURTNEY!" I looked over to where the three boys where standing and gasped; I saw my brother's girlfriend fall over... with a bullet wound gone right through her right leg.

"O-oh my god, NO!" Jacob said as he ran up to Courtney, holding her hand as blood leaked out of her leg. Her eyes started to slowly close as she whispered that she couldn't feel her leg anymore. "Courtney, stay with me goddammit!" Jacob yelled at her and her eyes snapped open, obviously not wanting Jacob to worry.

"I'll phone the ambulance!" I said as I ran to the payphone near the entrance and dialled 911.

"An ambulance is coming!" I said to Jacob, who was using his shirt to cover the bullet wound from bleeding anymore. As he nodded while he cried, I realised that the three boys were still standing around.

"What are you three still doing here?" I yelled at them. They all looked at each other and eventually the one with blonde hair spoke up.

"Our parents were going to pick us up at one o'clock..." he murmured. I growled in frustration. Great, now we got three kids to deal with.

After what felt like ten years, when in reality it was only a ten minutes, the ambulance finally arrived. They took an unconscious Courtney into the ambulance, Jacob sobbing viciously and wanting to come with her, but the ambulance didn't have room.

"The bullet wound is fatal, but we'll do everything we can," a paramedic told Jacob and I. "We'll give you a call when you wake up. What's your home phone number?"

As soon as I told him our home phone number and they got Courtney fully into the ambulance, the paramedics left, leaving Jacob, whose eyes were red from crying so much, and I out the front of the pizzeria. I then had something tapping on my leg. I looked down to see one the three boys that were left in the restaurant looking up at me.

"Hey Mister, can you please take us home?" he asked in a barely audible voice.

"Do you know your home phone number?" I asked him as I knelt down to his hight. He shook his head. I looked over to the over two boys, one who had blonde hair and another who had a dark mullet and sunglasses. "Any of you?" I asked them. They shook their heads. I growled in frustration a little. "Do you know your house address?" I asked all of them. They nodded and each told me.

"Jacob, do you want to help me take these kids home?" I asked him. He nodded silently.

As we drove in my mom's car to the houses, I asked the three boys their names.

"Eric, Chuck and Guy," one of them said, pointing first to himself, then to the blonde haired boy, then to the boy with the sunglasses.

"Right, thanks," I said to them. I din't know why knowing their names made me a bit more relaxed. I guess it just helped me realised that everything has calmed down a little. I mean, it could be worse. I almost got my face bitten off by the Mangle!

However, it seemed the trouble had just begun. As I went around to each house, no one answered the door. I stayed at each house ringing the doorbell for half an hour. After the last house I gave up and collapsed in the car seat.

Suddenly, I heard a nearby payphone ring. I looked around to see if anyone else would pick it up, but no one was around. I slowly picked up the phone from inside the glass box and heard a sinister voice come on I thought I would never have to hear again. The manager's.

"Hello Mr. Fitzgerald. Don't be surprised about this phone call. You knew I'd find you eventually, didn't you? But that's not why I called. You know those kids your brother's little girlfriend saved? Yeah, I have their parents and any other siblings they have. If you want them, you'll have to come get them."

"You little....! Why would you do that?!"

"Just a bit of payback for my little 'bite' being ruined by a 17 year old night guard. No big deal. Also, you may call me Morado. Vincent Morado." And, before I could reply, the call hung up.

And now, I felt like I actually wanted my face bitten off.

(I'm so evil, aren't I? Sorry if it seemed a bit rushed. More coming soon)