Chapter3

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''Hey, um kid, wait here, I'm going to go get a special entertainer for you'' I lied, walking to a back room. I closed the door, and noticed the black bear suit I saw in the factory. Was it wearable too? If it was an early Fredbear design, it should be. I grabbed a metal object, with a label on it. It read, ''For use of Spring-Suits''. After a little while, I was wearing the suit. I exit the room, and approached the kid who was crying. ''H-Hello...are you t-the spe-special entertai-ner?'' I nodded. Man, I couldn't talk while wearing the suit, it's a safety thing... I gestured my hands to a ''follow me'' gesture, and the kid seemed to listen. I opened the door to the back room, and let him enter first. ''S-sir? It's sc-scary in here!'' I punched the kid, who fell to the floor. I noticed a pocket knife in my pocket, and quickly stabbed the kid. His dark, crimson blood ran trough my fingers, oh how satisfying it was for me... I had to hide the body... I noticed a small marionette doll animatronic, with a zipper on the back. I unzipped it, and crammed the boys body in with the animatronic endo-skeleton. I zipped it back up. I just murdered a child, and it was... fun. I quickly left the back room, making sure no-one saw me. I noticed William, watching the golden animatronics sing and dance, creaking as they moved. ''Hey there Tomas...'' He must've seen me approaching, ''Have you noticed anything...odd, about the robots? Like, why are those two yellow? Then again, Bonnie IS blue...'' He began to trail off. I decided to go to the security office, and Henry was in there. ''Hey Henry, what exactly am I supposed to do during my shift?'' He told me that some woman would explain it in recorded messages left for me. I left the office, and saw one woman I didn't expect to see anytime soon. My sister Floriece. ''Tomas? Is that you? Tomas!'' She ran into my open arms, hugging me. ''Floriece! What brings you here to New Harmony?'' ''Oh, I work here! Something about leaving recorded messages for night guards...-'' I gasped, ''What a coincidence... I'm the night guard!'' She laughed. ''Congrats! Or are you here to watch bears and bunnies sing to kids?'' We both laughed. This might be a place for happiness, but thanks to me, it became a place...of horror...and death

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