It wasn't long before my girlfriend, Crystal, got a job as a night guard just to investigate, just as I had. When I found out she was the night guard, I rushed to a door, but she closed it quickly. I knocked on the window and spoke through the glass.
"Crystal? Crystal, It's me, Jordan! Let me in! I was stuffed into a suit!" I said to her. She seemed to be full of confused gladness and sorrow at the same time. She opened up the door, and I walked in.
"Crystal, hear me out, OK? Well, once you die and go on to the afterlife, I'll be stuck here, and we'll never see each other again! So I think I should stuff you into a suit, and we'll be together forever." I said.
"If it's for the best, I guess." Crystal said. She was clearly tired and not thinking clearly at all.
"Okay, this will hurt, and i'm so sorry you have to go through this to be with me forever, so i'll do it on three. One. two. THREE!" I said. I had killed her by stuffing her into a suit. I wish there was a less painful way for us to be together. I did it quickly. I stuffed her into the Chica suit that was unoccupied. I hope she wakes up soon.