Mgh, One Shots

Thoughts

(Scott's POV):

What's wrong with me..? He's a murderer. Physio. Narcissist. But... I can't help but feel..bad for him.. I don't know why. I shouldn't though..right..?

I took a breath, checking the left door. Nothing.

3AM. 27%.

Focus, Scott. Before you get yourself killed.

He's not..that bad, I mean...he can be sweet, kind, gentle-... But that still doesn't change what he did! I doubt that he'd do it again though, I mean-.. Or maybe he would.
I've never thought about that before...

Maybe- Maybe he enjoyed it. Maybe he didn't regret doing it and he'd go back and do it again.

I gulped, a shiver running down my spine. I flipped through through the cameras, spotting Bonnie in the hallway, keeping it as a mental note.

He hasn't laid a finger on me in that way, though. Not violently, but, in other ways I suppose... I can't say I didn't enjoy it though- Stop thinking like that, Scott. Get yourself together.

I shook my head a bit, setting the tablet down on the desk and rubbing my face. "Christ... What's wrong with me..?" I muttered to myself, eyes flicking up as footsteps approached the door. I quickly pushed down the lights, an illuminated figure catching me slightly off guard. I flinched back, nearly falling from my chair as an all too familiar bear stepped in, starting with hazy eyes.

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Before I knew it, I was being dragged down the hallway by the back of my collar. My heels weakly dragged against the tiles in an attempt to get out of this mess, but sadly, to no avail. I've been in this situation before, except now...

Ut's way too early for someone to come help. Even if I'm not killed with being forced into a suit, I'll bleed out before Xander and Fritz comes in for their shift.

(Nobody's POV):

"Hi there I'm Freddy, would you like to come and play?"

The guard was dragged through the pizzeria, screaming and begging to be let go as they neared the parts and service room, helplessly clawing at the mesh of the humanized animatronics' hand.

"I think you're special, in your own way~"

The door was practically ripped off its hinges as Scott was lugged into the room, the man crying out for some sort of help.

"I'd love to sing a song with you!~"

A suit was tugged over, strained screams echoing through the empty building as an arm was forced into an already occupied shell.

"It's my favorite thing to do!"

Blood spilled to the floor as an endoskeleton pierced and teared at the man's flesh.

"And we love you through and through~"

A head was placed atop of the body, the figures chest heaving, blood pooling from the suit he now occupied. The breaths stopped, along with everything else as silence consumed the pizzeria.

Another guard down...another family to lie to...another body to bury...

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