A man walked into the storage room during his lunch break. He suddenly broke into a wide grin, remembering what had occurred here. His prideful smile didn't stem from the quantity that had become deceased here, but the quality of how it was done. Sure, any fool could kill five, ten, maybe even twenty people, but to get away without a trace? He chuckled once more. It was nearly unheard of!
He decided to skip the kitchens specialty of greasy pizza for lunch in favor of looking around, despite the managers warnings and threats against any who may enter. The way he was so against anyone going back there, you would've thought that he was the one who killed the children.
Back to the man in question, he was tall and gangly, with a very slight purplish hue to his skin that usually went unnoticed until compared with other skin tones. The off-putting vibe he gave off was generally brushed of because of the people skills that he had perfected over the years, not to mention the unbelievable way he can fake emotions to get out of just about anything, now including murder.
He relaxed against a wall, and soon noticed that the suits that he had stuffed his victims in had been removed from the room. Odd... Maybe his manager had finally decided to get rid of them. After all, it had been a while and the police still had no leads. Shrugging it off as just that, he turned towards a corner of the room. He began grinning again, the morbid nostalgia of that day taking its toll on him.
The Bonnie suit had been sitting in that very corner with an extra few parts that had a one point belonged to a... well, the murderer wasn't quite sure what it was exactly. The young child stuffed in the suit had a very unisex look to it, its hair having been cut at just the right length to make it look like either shaggy boy's hair, or just short girl's hair. When the child had screamed it wasn't very clear either, as it was possible that such a young child could have a high pitch voice and still be male. Just thinking about that one gave the man a headache. He figured it was only right that the two went together, as soon after Bonnie was unveiled, arguments broke out over the poor robots "gender". Even after the company had publicly announced that the rabbit was indeed a "male", disputes were still occasionally discussed about the animatronics pseudo-masculinity.
His trip down memory lane was cut short by the sound of approaching footsteps. Startled, he ducked behind one of the boxlike generators in the corner of the room, hiding from what he assumed was his enraged boss coming to unleash his unholy vengeance on whoever had wandered into the storage room. He held his breath. After what seemed like an eternity, the sound of steps finally faded away, signaling the passerby's departure. The man exhaled, relieved, and smiled. Looks like he wouldn't get fired after all.
Still crouching, he turned to return to the wall and complete his former thought, and was face to face with what at first glance, seemed to be a small closer inspection, the child showed no clear emotion on its face and had tears streaming from its eyes. It whispered, "IT'S ME"
{Hello there! NO WAIT DON"T CLICK AWAY YET! *ahem* thank you. Anyways, This is my first fanfic that I have ever really ever put time and effort into. So I was wondering if I should continue it? Please let me know what you think through comments, favorites, whatever you feel appropriate~ Thanks for reading ^-^}
