"Sweep it under the rug, it'll probably be fine."
Scott could hear screaming.
Why could he hear screaming?
No one was getting killed. That he knew of.
He should probably go check to confirm that.
He didn't. He probably should have.
At the end of the day, he went to the saferoom. He turned to find a suit propped up on the door, with an employee inside.
So someone was getting killed. I'm sorry, employee.
Scott peered through the eye and mouth holes of the suit, to try and identify the person inside.
Oh.
Peter.
I'm sorry, Peter.
He glanced at the middle of the Dining Area, where a trail of blood had started. Somehow Peter had managed to drag himself fifty feet to the door of the saferoom, and didn't come in. Why he didn't come in was a mystery to him.
Scott opened the door to the smell of bleach and floor cleaner, and traces of blood streaking across the floor.
Oh. That's why. Henry.
He looked Peter up and down. His body should be relatively intact under there. I'll send him to the Factory.
Scott sighed, shaking his head. "Don't worry, employee. We'll make you useful again. It's the Joy of Creation."
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Dayshift At Freddy's Oneshots!
FanfictionI decided that I was just going to have an entire separate story for my oneshots. A Promise Fulfilled is yet to be updated.
