Forgotten (Foxy fanfic)

Chapter 20

~Freddy's POV~

When it turned to 12:00 a.m., I could finally let out my anger.

"Why would they replace us? We're perfect. The kids love us. It's probably because of Foxy. It always is. Why haven't they thrown out that scrap metal anyway?"

"Freddy calm down. The security guard can hear us." Chica said.

I heard him nervously shuffling around the office.

"I don't care what he has to say."

I ran out of the room as fast as I could, even though because of my size, I'm pretty slow.

He closed the door right before I could get in.

I was about to give up, when I noticed a large vent. I crawled through there, hoping it would lead me to his office.

I found an opening in the vent and jumped out. I found myself in the office with a terrified man.

I screamed in his face and choked him to death. I went to grab a suit from backstage.

I couldn't find one so I looked harder. I finally found one with an odd golden color.

"What is this?" I stuffed the man inside amyway.

While I stuffed him, I saw something in the suit. It looked like those things from the kitchen they call knives.

"Why would there be one in here?"

At that moment, a paper blew into the room, landing at my feet. It looked like a newspaper.

I began to read it. It said something about missing children.

"Hey, I remember that. The children were never found. I wonder where they are now..."

I went back to stuffing the man inside the suit. Then I realized something.

"Did this knife have to do with it?"

I realized that they probably died. I began to be a little sad, but then, I realized something else.

"If they were never found, were their bodies taken care of like we normally do?"

I began to wonder if we stuffed any children into suits by accident.

Something's not right here, but what is it?