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Chapter Five: Chomp

a/n: CW/TW: Blood, Gore, Death, considered suicide, graphic depictions of dead bodies, dead bodies, W*ll"am, M*chael, minor cussing.

You don't have to read this chapter. Its just the bite. Nothing else. We all know what happens. Nothing super today

Little to no romance, mostly from Evan's and William's points of views, plot-ish heavy though not very necessary towards the plot its self.

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William was sick and tired of the brats that ran around his diner. They teenagers would leave gum everywhere, and when he said everywhere, he meant it. Gum would be in common places, like under the tables or on the ground, then it would be in unexplainable on the ceiling, somehow in his office. What was even more inexplicable, was how Fredbear and Springbonnie even had it stuck in the joints and springlocks. Neither of the suits had been worn recently, so how was gum getting into the suits? William didn't know.

Yet there he was again, wearing the suit. Dancing in it for the first time in eight months. It still felt the same, the springlocks still occasionally dig into his skin from time to time, children laughed, Elizabeth raving over how she wants to marry the almost finished pirate fox animatronic, she had deemed it "Foxy", in the backroom. Nothing was out of the ordinary. 

That was, until Michael's "friends" appeared on the scene. They were teenagers, and he HATED teenagers. He hated them with a burning passion. They were loud, they were the cause of the gum that was somehow everywhere, even on the ceiling, they had horrendous manors, and the music they liked reflected just about all the previous points. 

The teens were wearing masks that were for animatronics that were almost done but weren't open to the public just yet. William assumed that Michael had brought some of the demo masks, ones that were gonna be sold in the upcoming pizza place, to school. Michael probably gave them to his "friends" at school after learning how terrified Evan was of them. The teens were looking for something, they were peeking under tables, looking in the bathrooms, and going through the trash cans like a bunch of starving raccoons. Eventually they were out of William's sight and he could relax and go back to his entertaining the brats.

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They had finally found what they were looking for, Evan. Evan was huddled in a corner, his back turned to the adolescents who had him trapped. One kid, he must've been second in command or something, wearing a brown bear mask stepped towards Evan. He advanced on William's son, looking terrified and probably pathetic to the teenagers. Evan burst into tears and made a run for William. William who wasn't watching and was dancing for the kids on a separate stage wear Fredbear's stage was just out of sight. William, it seemed, couldn't intervene, even if it was his son's birthday.

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 Michael was smoking in a cigar at a table nearby, he got up and confidentially scooped up Evan as he ran by. Evan struggled, kicked, screamed even. But his efforts were for naught, the sounds of the many, many children in the diner drowned out Evan's attempts at freedom from Michael's grip. No one paid attention. No one cared. No one cared about Evan. Those were his thoughts as his struggling slowed to a stop. Maybe if he tried not to react they would leave him alone?

The teens were mocking him. They called him slurs he wouldn't dare repeat. They insulted him. They almost physically hurt him with how rough they were acting. Why couldn't  Evan just be free? He could be free from the clutches of the adolescents the harmed him. He could be free of the nightmares that plagued him at night. He could be free of the everlasting torment of his brother that lasted day in and day out. He could be free of the expectations society  put on him at such a young age.