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There was darkness. Somewhat peaceful, somewhat frightening: that is, until a light flickered on.

The spotlight infiltrated the pizzeria, blowing away all signs of the once-looming dark. However, the light wasn't the only occupant of the area. Three tall, lifeless beauties stood on an elevated stage, illuminated by the glaring spotlight. These were my friends - the main act of the pizzeria. I've been in love with them ever since their addition to the establishment, even though they carried around the burden of a tragic past.

This pizzeria was once barren - no mascot, no customers. But ever since the change in management, the place has been thriving. Plenty of children, plenty of mascots. The mascots would walk around during the day, entertaining customers and even helping to deliver pizzas. However, that all changed one fateful day…

Although most of the story comes from rumors and speculation, many can agree with one thing: someone died that day.

Now you may be thinking to yourself, "There's no way a person would be killed at a child-based establishment. Wouldn't there be security?"

Trust me, I can vouch for the story. After all, I was the security guard at the time.

"Tom! I want to play with the bunny!"

"Are you serious? The bear is clearly cooler."

Children were ecstatically crowding around the animatronic characters as I languidly watched in the corner. Admittedly, this wasn't the most active of jobs. The only thing keeping me awake was the constant buzz of activity and the cup of pure caffeine in my hand. As I slowly took a sip from my thermos, something caught my eye. Right outside the restaurant, a child, presumably crying, was being approached by a shady, purple figure. He constantly looked around as he was approaching the kid, giving him a hue of paranoia. An alarm blared in my head as I dropped the thermos and started walking towards the doors of the pizzeria. Closing the door behind me, I turned back around to see the man reaching into his purple coat.

"Hey you!" I screamed, wary of the man's stance.

He ignored me and quickly pulled out what looked to be a pocket knife.

"There's no room for worthless trash like you in this world…"

The guy was going to stab the child. Wait… HE WAS GOING TO STAB THE CHILD!

Done with the small talk, I whipped out my pistol and attempted to stop the man from committing this atrocity.

The trigger was pressed...

BANG

But the wrong body fell…

The man turned around in surprise and saw that I had shot the kid.

"No no NO! I was supposed to get the kill! YOUUU!"

He rushed towards me with great speed and rage in his eyes, somehow managing to both disarm me and dig his knife into my arm at the same time. My eyes widened in surprise as I went into shock.

The last thing I saw before my consciousness faded was the child, slowly bleeding out from his wound...