Darius sighed, looking at the stack of papers in front of him. He was trying to focus on the work he had to do, but his mind kept fixating on Mark. Darius had trusted him, hell, he even helped him make Sunny Side Diner! But Mark had told him what he had done, to Milo, Silvia, Hale-. Darius choked back tears as he thought of Hale, he had loved his son very much, and the thought both Hale and Aria was gone had dragged him into a depressed state. He barely showed up to work, and the times he did he barely did much. He was struggling to stay awake when he heard a door open. It was nighttime, who could it be? Darius got up, and went towards the sound where the door had opened. It was in the storage room, which was filled with boxes and spare animatronic parts that someone could very easily hide in. He looked around, noticing Joker the Jester in the corner. He was originally the star of the show before Sunny Side had come along. He walked towards the animatronic, stopping when he heard footsteps.
"Foolish Darius, didn't you know not to trust me?" Mark said.
Darius barely registered what was said before the 3 bullets buried themselves in his head, neck, and spine. He fell to the ground, blacking out, dead.
His now limp hand rested on Joker's foot.