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I didn't care about what the others said. I had avenged us, and I had stopped a murderer from doing any more harm. The surge of excitement that went through me as I leaped on him, it felt great. It felt like I was contributing to the world. It made me happy.
"You didn't have to kill him…" Katelyn said weakly. I turned my head and looked at her.
"Yeah? Then what did you think we should do? Just tell him to stop, and he'll never kill again! That should work!" I said sarcastically. Katelyn just looked down, upset.
"Jonathan did the right thing." The Marionette said, sitting behind us. Finally, someone who had my back.
"That man would have continued to hurt people, and Jonathan made sure that didn't happen. By ending a life, he saved many." It said, making the others nod somewhat. Suddenly, a light flashed. It shone under the door, someone was here. We all slumped down on the floor, and the Marionette simply vanished. Listening closely, we could hear footsteps. They turned and headed down the hall, turning on lights as they went.
"Peter, I'm here, you're good to leave." The voice said. It sounded like someone in his 20s, definitely.
"Peter? You there?" There was a silence, and the footsteps slowed. He was heading towards the body.
"Peter? Where ar-" The sound of keys dropping to the floor resonated. There was silence. It was tempting to open the door and peek down the hallway, but I decided against it. We all sat there and listened. One sentence revealed what had happened.
"Oh my God…"
Alive. He was alive. After all the torment I had caused him, after the stabbing and the pain, he refused to die. I had failed, and our killer lived. The sound of crackling radios filled the building, as police officers and ambulance workers began working. The children never came, luckily for them. I peeked out of the door once, seeing them pull him out on a stretcher. It wasn't pretty. How could he have survived? It made no sense. Footsteps approached our door, and we all fell back onto the ground in our normal positions.
"Has anyone checked this room?" A voice said.
"No sir, lets check." Said another. The door swung open, and two officers entered with their guns drawn. They looked around, trying to find something. What were they looking for?
"Clear." They both said, almost simultaneously.
"I don't understand, the cameras outside say nobody broke in or out, who could have done it?" The first one said. The second one didn't reply, instead he looked around at each of us. He flashed his light on each of our bodies, with an appalled face.
"Good God, what are these things?" He muttered. He squatted down and looked at Eric, putting his hand in the socket where the face should be. No response.
"The smell in here is awful." Said the first guard. He walked around and looked at the floor, when another man entered. He wore a business-y suit, and had a hat.
"I assure you, officer, this is a freak accident. This has nothing to do with the incident yesterday." The man said. Incident… was he talking about us? He had to be, maybe they could help us! Maybe… I had to tell them. I just needed to figure out how. There had to be a way.
"You keep saying that," The second police officer replied.
"But that's yet to be determined." They started to walk out, I had to stop them. I had to get their attention. They had to know.
"H-help…" I muttered. They all turned around, looking for the source of the sound. One walked over to me, and bent down.
"It was probably just a servo making some noise." The business man said. The officer near me covered his nose, and touched my furry chest. He poked it, and it squished.
"Are these things supposed to be squishy?" He asked. The business man shook his head.
"Something's goin' on here." He said, feeling around my body. He found a rip in my fur, and pulled. The fur tore, and he gasped.
"That is private property, you will have to pay for th-" The business man stopped in mid sentence as well. They knew.
"Oh my God… these are kids…" The man said.
"There's even more…" Said the other one, messing with Katelyn, Trevor, and Eric. The man picked up his radio, and spoke.
"Sir, get down here now, we found the kids." He said. A few minutes later, a more decorated cop walked in. After examining all of us, he spotted my bloody hook.
"What kind of wound did the other victim have?" He asked.
"Stab wound, a hook shaped object for certain." Came the reply. He looked to the business man, and shot him a glare.
"I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!" The nervous man yelled. The officer looked at the camera in the corner, and back to the man.
"Are those cameras?" The officer asked.
"Y-yes…"
"Examine the security footage. Until then, nobody leaves and nobody enters. Lock this godforsaken place down." The bigger officer ordered the other two cops out, and looked at the business man.
"1,000 bucks is enough for the Peter guy, but for this? If you want this kept under wraps then I need more than 1 grand." He said. What was he talking about? The business man looked with a sweaty face, and frowned.
"10 grand, that's it." He replied. The officer smiled, and shook the man's hands.
"I won't tell a soul." The officer said with a smile.
"Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Fredbear." He said, and the two walked out. We looked around at each other, and I let out a growl. They would pay for this, and they would pay hard.
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