I hung out at Jason's house for the rest of the day until we left for the old convenient store. We rode our bikes downtown and met up with Molly and Bradly. "Hey guys!" Jason said happily as we parked our bikes in an alleyway. Bradly had a worried look on his face. I walked over to him. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Oh. It's just that me and Molly both have these weird marks on our hands. We can't figure out what they are. She says that there're just burns. I don't know, maybe she's right," he replied.

I knew that he was talking about the mark linking him to Bonnie, and the one linking Molly to Chica. "Don't worry," I told him, "It's fine." I didn't want to worry him. Molly walked over to us. "What are guys talking about?" she asked. "Nothing. Just what we're going to do tonight," I lied. I didn't want her to worry either. She nodded and Jason walked up to me holding the firecrackers. "You ready?" he asked. I smiled and nodded.

The four of us walked into the convenient store. It was well kept and had a newly remodeled white tile floor. I accidentally bumped into man with a long tail and orange and black spotted fur, a cheetah. "Oh. Sorry," I said as I picked up a bag of chips he had dropped on the floor. I handed it to him and he hurried to the cash register without saying a word. 'Is he mad or just in a hurry?' I asked myself.

I walked with Molly, Jason, and Bradly to the back of the store, away from view of any employees. We crouched and Jason pulled a lighter from his pocket and held on of the firecrackers in front of it. He was about to light it when we heard shouting coming from the front of the building. The cheetah man was arguing with the cashier. "Please sir. Calm down," the cashier said in a calm voice. "No! Give me the money or I'll shot you!" the cheetah demanded. "I already told you. The manager took all of the money from the register this afternoon," the cashier replied. "I don't believe you! Now give me the money!" the cheetah yelled.

"What's going on?" Bradly asked. "It's a robbery," Molly replied. "We need to get out the back door and call the police," Bradly said in a panicky voice. 'Is this how we're gonna die?' I asked myself. "That's it! I'll give you five seconds! Five. Four," the robber began to count down. I couldn't just stand there and watch and watch him shoot that man.

I stood up and quietly walked towards the robber. "Are you crazy?! Get back here!" Molly demanded. I didn't reply. I had already made up my mind. "Three. Two," the robber counted. I ran at the robber as fast as I could. "One," he said. I ran at him and delivered a hard punch in the back before he could pull the trigger. He gasped for air, then he turned around and growled at me. He knocked me on the ground and held his foot on my head. 'At least I tried,' I thought in defeat.

"I'm gonna kill you!" he said angrily. He pointed the gun at my head and was about to pull the trigger when he saw my friends. He smiled, "Are those your friends?" I didn't reply. He took his foot off of my head and slowly walked over to them. I couldn't let him get to them, even though I knew we would die that night anyway.

I quickly jumped up and punched him in the side. "You will leave them alone!" I yelled. I didn't stop hitting him. I kept on hitting him until my fists hurt, then I kicked him onto the ground. He fell and moaned in pain. I ran over to my friends. "Are you alright?" Jason asked. "I'm fine," I replied, "Are you?" I was so busy making sure my friends were alright that I didn't notice the robber getting up.

"You little shit!" he yelled as he pointed the gun at me, "You brought this on yourself!" He fired a round into Bradly's head. Blood flew everywhere as he fell back onto the ground. "Bradly!" I yelled. I knelt down next to his dead body. Molly and Jason did the same. Tears welled up in our eyes but most of all, mine. I heard another bang and Molly fell to the ground in a pool of fresh blood. "Molly!" I yelled. More tears forming in my eyes. Then the robber pointed the gun at Jason. "No!" I yelled, but it was to late. A bullet flew right into Jason's forehead. "No! Jason!" I yelled.

I sat on the cold tile, crying. "They were my friends," I said quietly. "You're next," the robber said as he pointed the gun at me. I was so angry at him for killing my friends, even though I knew I would see them again soon. I ran at him and ducked right before he shot at me. I dove head first into his stomach. I pushed him down and threw his gun across the store. I pinned him to the ground and repeatedly punched him in the face. I didn't stop even after I knew he was dead.

I got off of him and stood up, still crying. 'What am I gonna do now? He's dead. He can't kill me,' I thought. I looked at the cashier. His face was in total shock. I knew what I had to do. I picked up the gun and handed it to him. "Shoot me," I begged. "What? No!" he yelled. "Shoot me. Now. Please," I pleaded. He paused for a moment, then he looked over to my friends' dead bodies and I guess he felt sorry for me. "Alright," he said reluctantly. He pointed the gun at me, closed his eyes, and shot me once in the head.

All I saw was darkness. I couldn't see, but I could move. I slowly rose my arm and moved it around. I knew I was in the pizzeria. My eyes slowly adjusted to the dark and I saw I was in Pirate Cove. I slowly stood up and looked at my hand. It was a hook. I was Foxy.

I carefully walked out of Pirate Cove and saw Jason, Bradly, and Molly on the main stage. I walked up to Jason and gently shook his new Freddy Fazbear body. His eyes opened and he looked around. "Jason?" I asked. He gave me a puzzled look. "Who's Jason. I'm Freddy," he said. I knew it was him. I could feel it. Had he forgotten who he was?

"Jason. Remember? It's me, Chris," I said. "Who's Chris? Foxy, why are you acting so weird?" he asked. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Molly! Bradly!" I yelled as I shook them until their eyes opened. They gave me the same puzzled look as Jason did. "Who are you talking to Foxy?" Bradly asked, "Your imaginary friend?" I slowly backed off stage. "What happened to you guys? Don't you remember?" I asked. "Remember what? Stop being stupid Foxy!" Molly demanded.

I didn't want to believe it, but I knew everything I was hearing was real. I ran to Pirate Cove and closed the curtain. I sat in a corner and hung my head. 'My friends are gone. I'm alone.'

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