Help Me
Part Two
I walked into the safe room with a suitcase. Vincent was already in there. I laid the suitcase on the table and opened it. Inside it were two pairs of gloves, two machetes, four needles with a certain chemical in them, and some other things for cleaning up the mess.
"Well, we'll be able to do it right," Vincent said.
"Here's the question, how do we get them in here?"
"I'll take care of that," He said as he looked at a Fredbear spring-lock suit.
"We still have those? Be careful with that thing, make sure you breathe right and don't try to run."
"I know what happens…" He said, both of us remembering one particular day back in 83'.
It wasn't very pretty. It got the place shut down. One of the workers was in one. He must've breathed wrong or done something else. He didn't even make it to a safe room… squish.
"But I'll be fine," He continued," I know how to use em'."
"Yeah, I'll take care of the actual killing. You can have the spring-lock suit."
"How do we do this without making a mess?" He asked.
"This," I said as I picked up one of the syringes.
"Okay. Good idea."
"Here's the big question. Where do we hide the bodies?" I asked.
He looked towards some animatronics. "Those."
"What are those?" I asked.
"Those are for when we shut down and have to reopen on a lower budget."
"Huh?"
"You know we're gonna shut down eventually, right?"
"Yeah, you probably are right," I laughed.
Yeah, regardless of whether we murder some kids or not, I thought.
"Well, let's get to work on this tomorrow," He said.