As we walked in, the man crept off to a corner. Then he shut the door behind us. The bolt clicked.

I turned around at the noise. "What the-" Bonnie said. The man drew a knife from his pocket."I don't wanna put you into to much agony, so I am gonna do this the easy way."

He smiled and pointed to four animal suits. "These are your tickets to fame," with the other hand he held up a wooden box. "And this is how you get them."

He pointed to Chica with the short blade. "Pick one." Chica shook her head. The man put down the box and grabbed Chica. "Pick. One," he growled.

With a trembling finger, she pointed to the yellow chicken. The man smiled again, this time wider. Then he drove the knife through Chica's gut.

Foxy reached out his hand. "NOOO!" He yelled. Chica lied on the floor, dead. The man wiped his blade with his shirt and grabbed Foxy.

Like I knew him, he struggled and kicked and cursed at the man. But it was no use. In a matter of seconds, another friend was dead.

Bonnie hugged me and kissed my cheek, then my lips. These actions surprised me. But I liked it. "See you later, Freddy." Courageously, she pointed to the purple bunny. "That one," she said. The man wasted no time murdering her too.

Then he lumbered towards me. "I take it you get the bear." As he pinned me down, I didn't struggle. It would only hurt more if I did.

I threw my top hat to the ground and untied my bow-tie. "I'm doing your father a favor, boy." He raised the knife over his head. "He never did want you, anyways."

Then he plunged the knife into my heart.