Chapter 10: Catch These Bullets

Marionette stumbled backwards, having the wall support him. His hand covered his oil-stained shoulder. He looked at Jeremy, then at his shoulder, and back again. "...Ow!" He yelped. "What was-" His eyes widened and he quickly dodged two more bullets. Mike and Christopher both had their guns out as well.

"KILL IT JEREMY, KILL IT!" Mike screamed.

"WHAT ABOUT YOUR WALL?!" Jeremy shouted.

"WHO CARES ABOUT THE FREAKING WALL!"

"IT'S BEHIND THE TABLE!" Christopher pulled the trigger. Marionette scrambled away and sprinted around the house. The four stopped when they heard the door slam open. The other animatronics were in front of the door.

The gun party started.

The three officers screamed and unleashed a flurry of bullets. The animatronics scrambled around the room. Bonnie was hit in the arm, Foxy's tail was grazed by a bullet. Fredbear tried to grab Christopher's gun and grabbed his arm, careful not to break it. Christopher countered with a gunshot to Fredbear's leg. He stumbled and fell to the floor. Springer noticed and rushed in front of him. He looked at the former guard in anger and hissed at him. Christopher fearfully stepped back for a moment and then aimed at him, returning the glare.

"You're never gonna get the chance to kill me, you hear me!" Christopher pulled the trigger, and the rabbit fell to the floor. Mike noticed Freddy coming up behind him. He turned around and kicked him to the floor, pinning him down with his foot.

"What the hell are you doing here!?" Mike demanded, pointing his gun directly at Freddy's head.

"We're not here to cause any trouble, I swear!" Freddy said, his arms on the ground and the palms of his hands facing up. "We're just here to talk!"

"I know what you tried to do back then!" Mike wasn't having any of it. "You really think I'd believe anything you have to say? You're just gonna try to kill me, all of us!" He prepared to shoot when he felt something cold and sharp lightly press against his throat. Something gripped him tightly. He heard a raspy whisper:

"Drop. The gun."

Mike hesitantly did as he was told. The other men did so as well. Freddy sat up. He and the other animatronics went dead silent at what they saw. And it was clear that Vincent was in control.

Springtrap had a good grip on Mike, holding his weapon against the man's throat. He looked over to Chica, and gestured toward the guns with his head. "Take the guns," He growled. "Make sure they can't get them."

Chica followed his orders and took them away. Springtrap's purple eyes were fixed on Mike. "Any of you pull a stunt like that again..." Springtrap's 'breathing' seemed to be labored. "...The floor will have a new coat of paint." He suddenly let go of Mike, who stumbled, trying to keep his balance. Springtrap grunted and fell to his knees as his aura faded. He coughed up oil and blood and clutched his chest with one hand.

"Springer!" Fredbear limped quickly to him. "Where'd it hit you?" He laid Springtrap on his back and saw the damage.

He took a bullet right to the chest.

A/N: Oh joy, another chapter! Man, I do not have any talent for writing long chapters at all. I was just hyped up on Sister Location. Exotic butters. That's pretty much the first thing that comes up when I type in the letters 'E-x-o-t' on Google search. It's only been about three days. We all know it won't be long until that becomes a big meme. Not much to say here, so feel free to leave a review and stay tuned!

Exotic butters.

Just.

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