Blood, Blood everywhere, my son was dead, killed in a practical joke gone horribly wrong. Alex, my son thought it would be funny to toss Max into Fredbear's jaws and watch him cry, little did he know that moisture loosened the springlocks causing my child to die, a death the papers would refer to as the Bite of '83. I swore vengeance on Alex, James, Sam, and Ted, the gang of four that killed my son, after the incident, they fled the scene and this is how my story truly begins.
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"Max! Maaaxxx!" I cried as I held my youngest son in my arms.
"Daahhasd," Max mumbled as his bloody face showed the gray matter of the brain, crushed bone flakes surrounded the now shut down Bear.
"Max, shh, save it, you'll be fine, you'll be Ok," I whispered gently as I stroked his hair, "I promise." "Mediicc!" I screamed. Police sirens came, and two paramedics whisked Max away on a stretcher. The next day they found them and I had a plan.
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"Max, how are ya buddy?" I asked when we got to the hospital.
"I'm sorry Mr. Malone, but it appears that your son is in a coma," a doctor stated.
"Can you save him, please," I begged.
"At this stage it is too early to make an accurate diagnosis, but I swear to you, we will do everything we can to save your son," he said.
"Thank you doctor," I replied.
"God bless you, Mr. Malone, now please leave, we have work to do," the doctor responded. I kissed Max on his cheeks and left the operating table. I waited for days and never left the waiting area. Shaun brought me food from Candy's a rival business, the CEO, Mr. Grives offered me condolences and assured me that things would be fine. Letters from Max's friends in the neighborhood flooded the hospital and reporters flocked Fredbear's. Things were hectic, then I heard the news, after five nights, my son was dead.
"Mr. Malone?" a police officer inquired.
"Yes officers?" I asked, as I looked up to find two police officers, and with them was Alex in handcuffs.
"We, uh, we don't know how to tell you this but, uh, listen I'm sorry, but your son, he, he passed away, I'm sorry Mr. Malone." In that moment my life seemed like it was over, "We caught your son selling crack on the street," he said as he spat on Alex, "again, I am so sorry for your loss, but I am begging you to see past this and know that things will be better, if you need a call just let me know," as he gave me his phone number, "goodbye sir," and with that the officers left.
I smiled at Alex, "I hope you're happy now," as I slapped him across the face. "I'm gonna have some fun with you tonight," as I choked him with his own handcuffs. I stopped, "Get in there and look at what you've done!" I yelled. I opened the door and pushed him onto the floor, "I'll leave you here for five minutes, then we're going to play a little game."
Tears flowed out of Alex's eyes as he wobbled on the floor, crying, "I'm soorryy, I'm so sorry! I never meant to kill him, it was just a joke, a stupid joke." he begged.
"The only joke here, is you," I replied, then I walked out the door.
