The Bite of '87

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"Guard, Jeremy Fitzgerald, here. Keeping watch over animatronic characters at a young child's birthday party in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza." A guard said, with a camera on his right shoulder. "Keeping a close eye on Foxy AKA, Mangle, the Pirate Fox in the Kids' Cove area." He reported once again. "Sir, why are you talking to yourself?" A young child asked. "I'm reporting to my camera. The 'robots' weren't acting right over the past week." Jeremy answered. "Come over here to get a closer look." The child demanded, tugging at Jeremy's leg. "I'm not sure if that's a great ide-" "Just c'mon, okay?" The child interrupted.

As soon as Jeremy walked close enough to be detected by Mangle, it scanned him. "SEXUAL PREDATOR DETECTED. REINFORCEMENTS REQUIRED.
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TEN-ONE." The Mangle buzzed. It lunged at Jeremy and sunk his teeth into his left forearm, sending him to the floor. "WE NEED BACKUP IN KIDS' COVE!! THERE'S SO MUCH BLOOD! MAN DOWN!" Jeremy wailed into his walkie-talkie. "Manager Scott Cawthon speaking, get those damn reinforcements to Kids' Cove, now!" The manager demanded on another radio channel.

The rest of the guards who weren't keeping an eye on animatronics ran into Kids' Cove. The door's hinges broke off after a guard's foot made contact with it. The sight they saw was horrid.

Jeremy was missing his frontal lobe. The mangle was swinging from a ceiling lamp with the piece of Jeremy's brain in between his jaws. A guard ran over and checked Jeremy's body. "He's dead, sir." He said to the manager. "Shhhhhit." Scott hissed under his breath. "We're having these animatronics scrapped TOMORROW. We repair the ones from Fredbear's Family Diner." He continued.

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