freddy fazbear and the whisky shots

The beginning and the end (literally)

Freddy was sitting in his dimly lit room alone, the only source of light in his room being the small lamp on his desk. He just came home from work, tired and upset due to an inconvenience with some stubborn customers. He sighs... the room looks surprisingly depressing, so lonely... 

"Right... I was supposed to text my co-workers... nah, I'll do it later." 

His eyes fixed on the whisky bottle on his desk, nearly drank to the half. Freddy then had an idea... Perhaps having some shots of whisky could get him to feel better, right. The animatronic grabs his gaming chair, plopping on the soft pillow on his chair and grabbing the bottle. Luckily he had a small glass next to it, setting the mood just right. He pours some of the whisky in the glass, holding it in his fat robotic furry hand. The next moment you'll find him chugging the drink down his throat, suddenly stopping between his gulps and choking aggressively. He choked, his gasps for air being audibly painful. The drink was too strong, and surely drinking it so fast was not a good idea.

Freddy struggled, and kept struggling, eventually falling off the chair. then he fucking dies.