The Weasel's Playpen: Chapter One (Tragedy Unites)

by Tangle the Thing

What happened at Fredbear's Family Diner? A child's head was crushed in the mouth of an animatronic. THAT much is certain. Little do they know, that event not only sparked the actions that created the urban legends of the five missing children, but they created something else, in a completely unrelated chain.

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The Weasel's Playpen: Chapter One, Page Ten

(Apologies for the long delay, I've been going through some self-esteem issues. I've also been working on gift art for people on DeviantArt.)

The yellow weasel stood up, then sat down on the wall near Digs and Arctic. He looked somewhat similar to Digs, but he was somewhat slimmer, and his joints seemed different. His eyes were empty, without pupils, and just a black void, but he seemed to have an… uncomfortable look in his eyes. He cleared his theoretical throat, then spoke.

"Sorry for startling you, but, I couldn't help but overhear your little talk…"

Digs and Arctic looked at each other, nervous. They had talked about what they should do, now that they were trapped in animatronic bodies, and who killed them. They looked at the yellow weasel, who was staring. He spoke again. "I know you're possessed by children, but I think I know how you can escape your suits.

Digs looked suspiciously, and the yellow weasel looked away. Digs asked how exactly they could get free, and the yellow weasel responded.

"If your killer was an employee, then he might be working as a night guard… he might not want to be around others, because his behavior may have changed. Maybe… if you find who it is… you can get your revenge. You'd probably have to kill him…

Digs stared, concerned. Arctic shuddered. The yellow weasel looked at Arctic. "It's alright… if you want, I could help find him for you."

Digs nodded. "Yeah, it's probably best for us. The end justifies the means." The yellow weasel smiled. "Good. By the way, you can call me GOLD.