This is a tribute to BewitchingMayham and a companion story to Sprungtale. Now without further ado I present That One Night At Fright's. Flames or complaints will be used to burn down fazbear's fright.
Bewitching P.O.V
I never thought I hated kids as much as I did now. This kid would go to the noises just like Springtrap, but moved SOOO much quicker, and they went straight for me not going to these other rooms. (But hey no phantoms with Springtrap gone). I looked up from the cameras and saw the kid doing their face melty thing against the window. I pulled up my camera and I calmly picked up the camera and used the camera to active the sounds and lure them away. I looked up and saw the gripping their head and crying on the floor. I knew I shouldn't but I couldn't leave her alone and depressed. You see, I know how it is to be alone like that. But this isn't my life story. This is the story of this fucked up child with apparently bipolar disorder. I got up and pulled out the magnum that I kept in my back pocket (Springtrap didn't get hurt by the gun.) I left the office and kept the gun trained on the kid. She looked up and I saw that one eye was red and the other was closed and tears were streaming out of that eye. I grabbed the knife on the ground and threw it into the wall behind me. I picked them up and they balled my shirt in their fists and cried ton to my shirt and I heard from behind me. "Wow, you weakling I OWN YOU! Now get the fuck up and kill this girl NOW!" I got up and slowly turned my head around. "You can shut your fucking mouth right about now. You will die by my hand if you don't." I told the demonic looking thing behind me. It was a mass of darkness with wings and blades for fingers and red eyes and mouth. I aimed my gun put my arm wasn't responding I looked down and saw my arm had a knife in it a looked behind me and saw the child still crying but holding a knife. They looked up and I could in my head them telling me that they were sorry. I told them it was alright and using my one hand I aimed and shot the shadow demon in front of me, my bullet caused it to laugh and I cringed. Its laugh sounded like metal scraping together. It crawled towards me its legs too swollen to work a thing that at one point was a heart but was now swollen beyond recognition. It was pitiful but not scary, at least I've seen worse. Apparently I confused it by not running away. It stared at me and it didn't speak but I heard it ask me what the hell was wrong with me. I smiled and looked straight into its eyes and said "You are pitiful not brave enough to fight me yourself but instead forcing a child, A CHILD! To fight me." It growled and lunged at me it felt like felt into my nightmares. I woke up on the floor I heard a voice echo around me. I reached for my gun but I felt nothing but pain as I pulled my arm back I saw I was covered in my own blood. I saw a child in a green shirt walk towards me suddenly a robot with a pink chest and black shoulder pads and pink boots flew through the window and scissor kicked the kid across the room and through a wall. I stared at the robot turned to me and said "OH YEAH! You better get back and save that kid in the real world." But before I fully registered what the hell just happened the robot grabbed my face and kissed me and I woke up wondering what the hell my nightmares are composed of. "Wha-what?! How?!" the monster said as I stood and I lunged at it and ripped the heart from it and it shrunk in my hands and it drifted towards the kid and it fused with her. She took a step towards the creature and it cringed in the back as it shrunk and it morphed into the child I saw in my dream. It was crying but I had no remorse for what I did next and I shot the kid in the head and ended this.
This is a tribute to BewitchingMayham as I said before. This is by far the longest I've spent on one chapter. I now ship MettamMayham.
