Sorry for the wait guys. I got caught up with some other things. Anyway, here's the next chapter. Read on.
Vincent scanned the pizzeria with eager eyes, flickering between children as he tried to determine his next target. After the disappearance of his first victim, parents were getting wary it seemed. They kept their children on tighter leashes, one watchful eye always on them. It began to drive him crazy, the constant watching. Yet he never let it show. He simply went about his duties, smiling and acting as if nothing had ever happened. After all, he could be patient and wait. Rushing would only get him caught and he couldn't have that now could he?
It took a few days before he finally found a suitable target. A young boy no older than the one he'd killed before him. The kid was full of energy, confidence radiating off of him. Something about it irked him, the way this boy always acted like the leader in any group he hung with. And yet there was the problem. He always seemed to be with a group. Maybe that was why his parents didn't watch him quite so closely.
He had almost resigned himself to finding a new target when he got his perfect chance. He was cleaning up a bit, his night shift having just barely begun when he heard someone calling out. He paused, curious, and tracked the noise to one of the storage rooms towards the back of the pizzeria. He unlocked the door and pulled it open, eyes widening at what he found.
"Hey mister," the kid said with a cheeky grin, "Thanks a ton."
"How did you get in here?" He asked, trying to sound curious to hide the excitement bubbling inside him. The kid didn't seem to notice.
"My friends decided to lock me in here," he explained, "apparently they forgot to let me out. Again, thanks a ton mister." The grin irked him, although he wasn't sure why. Perhaps it reminded him too much of the other child. Perhaps it was something else. He supposed he'd never really know. He stepped forward, shutting the door behind him. The lock clicked into place, and only his key would be able to open it from this side. The kid's smile faded, looking concerned. "Um...M-Mister? Something wrong?"
He didn't reply, pulling the knife free from its sheath. The boy backed up, blue eyes widening. He smirked at the kid, tapping the blade against his fingertips. "Surely you heard what happened not too long ago?" He said in response to the kid's confused look. "No? Let me enlighten you then." He moved quickly, slashing his blade at the kid. He cried out, narrowly avoiding the sharp edge and falling back against the wall. He laughed, feeling excitement surge through his veins.
"Stay away from me!" The kid shouted, eyes glaring with hatred. Vincent grinned brightly.
"You know," he said, voice serene, "I'm learning. Slowly...but learning. Letting the last one roam free led to a rather...messy ending." He moved closer, watching as the kid shrunk back into the wall.
"Just s-stay back," he said, "I know what you want. Just let me go." He couldn't hold back a laugh at that. The sharp sound made the kid wince, owlish blue eyes staring at him.
"I don't think so. Do you think I'm stupid kid?" The boy gave no reply. Not that Vincent expected him to. "This conversation is pointless and will end in your death."
"Wait a second! No!" The boy tried to dart past him, but he simply grabbed them and shoved them back. The boy tried again, and this Vincent slammed the handle of his knife against the back of the kid's head. The boy groaned, falling back against the wall.
"Stay still," he hissed, "you little pest." The kid stared at him.
"You expect me to stay still? You're trying to kill me!" He smirked.
"Yes, and the more you move, the more I'll make this hurt." The kid scowled.
"Don't threaten me," he growled.
"Like you scare me kid," he said, tone amused, "and it wasn't a threat." He stalked closer, and the kid tried to shrink away further.
"T-then what was it?" Vincent grinned.
"It's a promise." He raised his knife and the kid shouted. Vincent plunged his blade down, grinning wildly. The kid screamed, the sound sharp.
"Wait!" the kid pleaded, "No!" His blade struck, jamming neatly in the kid's shoulder. Blood sprayed from the wound, splattering against the wall behind him. Vincent took a breath, relaxing.
'I'd best take care of this,' he thought. He straightened, prepared to clean up his newest mess.
Foxy woke to a shattered scream, the sound piercing the sweet silence around him. He scrambled to his feet, peering out from behind his curtain. He hurried towards the main room, pausing as he heard a soft curse. He peeked out into the main room, eyes widening at what he saw. Vincent was dragging a body onto the stage, struggling under the weight.
Foxy couldn't bear to watch as Vincent shoved the corpse into one of the animatronics. His ears flattened, trying to block out the sound of the kid's body being manhandled in such a way. He buried his head in his hands, praying that the man would be done soon.
A clawed hand rested on his head, trying to sooth him. He looked up, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. "It'll be alright,"the Marionette said, "we'll stop him in due time. I promise." Foxy nodded, unsure what he should do. The Marionette pulled back. "Come help me clean him up. He's going to need someone who understands his situation." Foxy stood, nodding numbly as the Marionette led him to the stage area.
Foxy stared at the animatronics on stage, eyes locking on one in particular. The Freddy animatronics was bent weirdly, limbs looking slightly out of place. There was some blood smeared in the plating, and part of the animatronic hadn't been closed properly.
"Help me move this into the Parts and Services room," the Marionette said, "We'll get to work there. Foxy nodded, grabbing the animatronic and dragging it with him. "Quickly now," the being said. "we must hurry."
'Alright, alright,' he thought, 'I'm doing my best here. This thing is heavy.' Slowly but surely Foxy dragged the animatronics suit into the Parts and Services room, dragging it up onto the metal table. The Marionette sighed softly, digging its slender Fingers into the grooves of the animatronic.
"Grab a trash bag from the drawer,"the being ordered. It pulled its hand back, a glob of bloody flesh resting in its palm. Foxy gagged, stepping back. The Marionette shot him an annoyed look. ''Hurry." it hissed, "We must get this done quickly." Foxy retrieved the bag, watching the being work.
"Did you do this for me too?"he asked. The being hummed an affirmation, clearly in no mood to talk. Foxy sighed. 'It's gonna be a long night.'
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