WARNING: VERY DESCRIPTIVE DEATH OF YOUNG KIDS

I immediately went to bed once I got home. It was easy to get to sleep, but what came after was something else entirely.

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My heartbeat still pounded at the interior of my skull, knocking at the back of my eyes and pulsing the little bit of light that illuminated through my closed lids. It wasn't just my heartbeat either, a sharpening thump proceeded to flick into the beating of my heart and waking me even further. Sleep called for my attention but this pain continued to snap its fingers and pull back my consciousness screaming over sleep's pleads.

I finally gave in, eyes fluttering open only to stare into darkness. I looked around feeling something pulling at the nape of my neck and around my mouth. Reaching up, I couldn't pull my hands apart… they were tied together. So were my ankles. A cloth was in my mouth and tied very tight around the back of my head. I'd always thought this was ineffective in shows and movies, but I couldn't get it out no matter how much I struggled with my tongue and fingers.

Sobbing had my eyes look beside me. A few feet away lay a boy – maybe eight or nine – and a smaller child. The smaller one was crying, curled up with the boy who had one hand awkwardly placed on his shoulder – his hands tied together like my own and a cloth in his mouth as well.

He noticed me and the look of fear in those eyes had my own watering. I didn't know what to do. Why couldn't I stand? Why wasn't I even trying? From the few things I could see in the dark I could easily cut these ropes off but… something was keeping me from being able to do the things I knew I could do to get us out of here.

Screaming sliced into the sobbing, drowning out every other sound that could be heard and leaving a gurgling cry for help. It grew to a shriek that sounded almost like "MOMMY" before slowly bubbling and cracking until finally dying out altogether.

Moments of silence followed. It was the sort of silence that made the night sound all too loud around you.

I couldn't pull my eyes away from the door. Lights lined the single door – our only way out. Suddenly a shadow passed under the door and it cracked open splashing light into the room so suddenly I shut my eyes and looked away.

"Aah…" a raspy voice smiled in. "You're all awake. Good."

I managed to peer through the light to see a single figure in the doorway, clever in hand. Black liquid dripped down and through the light splattering in a pool of red on the floor. It didn't matter how much I looked at him I couldn't make out any features on the man.

Now with the room lit up I could see the room clearly. Those creepy animatronics… their heads were everywhere along with some different looking things. A blue rabbit head lay up on the table on its side looking at nothing. Over on a shelf was a much more girly version of that bird, a child-like bear, some scrap white parts of something that I couldn't tell what it was. As I kept searching the room it was then that I saw something very large near the corner of the room… that purple rabbit… with no face. My muffled scream came… but it wasn't my voice.

The man moved gaining my attention once more. He went over toward the table in the center of the room to a kid that I hadn't noticed before. The girl – looking about seven – had long dirty blonde hair and… I couldn't see her eyes. She was scooting away from the man, getting stuck on what looked like an old, run down version of that fox animatronic.

She didn't get far before he grabbed a handful of her hair. She struggled, hitting him with her tied hands. "You're a feisty one. Heh, much better than that other girl," he grumbled happily, throwing her to the ground so she was facing the open door.

The girl struggled for the door, unable to run with her tied ankles only to have the man bring his foot down on her back. She whined, flinching away. He lifted his foot and kicked her side several times until she had curled up on her side to look up at him. With a smile so wicked, he kicked the side of her head once, she squeaked, and lay still.

The man knelt down and cut the cloth from her mouth and the ropes around her wrists and ankles. He then lifted her chin to look at him, eyes seeming to glow red in the shadows that still shrouded his features. With her facing the ceiling, the man stood and just continued with kicking and stomping on her body. She screamed and struggled, trying to turn over only to have the force of his foot keep her crumbling body on its back.

I couldn't avert my gaze from the horror before me. Even as he knelt back down, yanking her by her hair and slowly driving a thin knife through the side of her throat. She sputtered and screamed and began gurgling on her blood as it flooded into her throat. He pulled the knife out and dropped her to the floor. Her body sputtered for several moments, hands reaching up for her throat but not quite reaching it before the shutters of her body jerked them away. Seconds passed as her shaking slowed and finally stopped, her face away from me. I knew she was dead.

The man looked up to the two kids in the corner near me. His teeth showed and eyes widened. He stood to his full height, crossing over to them.

The older boy moved himself over the younger one. I could now see that it was a younger boy. A brother? No, the older boy's skin was pale whereas the much smaller one had more of a caramel color to his skin. The older boy yelled something defiant through the cloth. He was afraid, that was obvious and the man wasn't fooled.

"So sweet. Protecting a boy you just met? You wanna be a hero, hm? Wanna be a super hero when you grow up?" Another nasty smile cracked his lips. A flash zoomed across the room, light reflecting off his knife. "Too bad your one chance will go unnoticed." He drove the knife into the boy's back and almost immediately the boy screamed and pushed himself away from the man and into the corner. His movements yanked the knife and cut open his back. Blood sprayed the air in that moment splattering across my face.

The man seemed more pleased by that reaction. He reached out and pulled the child from the corner, digging the knife into the boy's stomach once, twice, thrice and threw the boy across the room to land with a loud thud and splatter of crimson.

He writhed in the growing puddle, crying out for his parents. The child made no move to crawl for the still open door. He curled in on himself only to straighten back out and shriek in pain with every small move he made.

The man smiled back at the boy and then looked to the crying child. He took a knee beside him and cut the cloth and ropes. It was like he were letting him run, but I knew better. Without letting him stand, he pulled the boy to his feet by his hair and yanked the poor child over to the other side of the table.

"So you're a big fan of Foxy, huh?" the man asked. He yanked the boy even closer until the boy was screaming to be let go and pleading for the man to stop. "I'm sure Foxy likes you too. Don't be scared." He then reached out and opened up the front of the animatronic. Without another word, he pushed the kid into the opening. He was then in the way so I couldn't see, but screams grew into pained yells echoed by cracking bones. Blood sprayed here and there, misting the air with iron scents.

"Hold… still…!" the man grunted, shifting position and giving another shove. Blood pooled more below the fox, too much blood. The boy was still screaming hysterically for all the gore that continued to flow out from the bottom of the animatronic.

"There… cozy?" the man laughed. He then stepped back to admire his work.

I felt something rise in my throat and forced myself to swallow.

The child was trapped within the machine. Several large chunks of the endoskeleton stuck out of his chest and arms locking him in place within the machine. His head was intact, blood dripping from his mouth and nose. Tears streamed down his face and mixed with the snot and blood from his nose. His eyes seemed dull, glazed over and almost lifeless as he sobbed and screamed. He could feel the pain but his facial features no longer displayed it.

With his foot, the man closed the hatch leaving the child within. His muffled cries could still be heard. Soft thumping soon followed the cries which grew into frantic wines for help.

The tall man looked to me then. He put up a finger and wagged it at me. "Nuh uh uh. Not yet. You wait your turn." He then crossed to the still writhing boy from earlier. He sat the boy up, sitting on the ground this time and placing the boy in his lap. He angled the boy's head back and, without any warning or snide comment, he reached up with his free and dug it deep into the child's face just out of my view.

Screaming and twisting in that spot, the boy couldn't get free. He continued to jerk and twist with no sign of escaping.

Finally the man pulled something out with what sounded like a snap of elastic. "Oh damn. You broke it. Stupid boy." He moved the boy's head again and dug his fingers into the boy's eye.

I felt a rock drop in my gut. Everything before was horrifying and making me sick, but watching this had a strange effect on me. My stomach twisted and turned as the boy struggled and his eye socket seemed to stretch as the man reached in to retrieve the eye. I could only imagine the pain of having such a large foreign object in an area where nothing is meant to go. Not the pain of something being forced through your skin, but the agony of something stretching a bone that will only break if pushed.

The eye popped out with the nerve intact. "There. Much better." He angled the eye back toward the child's face. "Can you see? See? That's your face." He then let the eye drop and the boy flinched and yelped.

Moving to be in front of the boy, the man then placed his hands inside the child's mouth. The boy fought and attempted to pull back but the man got a grip and began pushing down on the kid's jaw. One palm placed on the boy's top set of teeth, the other forced down. Even with the few moments of struggle, his jaw snapped open and the child crashed to the floor in a screaming, thrashing mound. He kicked out his legs, arching his back and throwing his body. The man placed a foot square on the child's chest, stopping all motion.

I felt bile building up in the back of my throat and it took all I had to keep it down. His eye was on me. The eye that could still see had rolled to look at me.

It was a moment before the man pushed the kid on his front and straddled his hips, using his weight to keep the kid's legs from moving. Still the brunette reacted, attempting to sit up and buck only for a knife to plunge into his back. Through the screaming and thrashing the man was lifting and dropping the knife… sawing through his back?

One more jerk and the boy dropped to the floor suddenly. His arms still worked, pushing and trying to sit up or pull away until all at once he just stopped and lay there shivering. He was sobbing loudly, voice muffled as he either asked for help or voiced what was hurting.

That was when those seemingly glowing eyes were on me once more. He stood and strode over to me.

As he neared, I could make out more of his features. Black hair, green eyes, pale skin, very tall and very thin. His face was thin, but terrifying normal. There was almost nothing about him that stuck out. Black stubble covered the lower half of his face, a pimple on his cheek and one only just hidden by the stubble on his chin were the only flaws to his skin. Even after having done all of this… his face was so normal. He looked so sane unlike a few minutes prior.

The black haired man knelt down to me, reaching behind my head to untie the cloth. "Now now, are you ready, boy?"

Boy? I'm not a kid!

Then it hit me. I was the only adult here besides this sick fuck. Where was I anyway? Why was I here? Why hadn't I thought this earlier? I am the only adult…

"Please don't hurt me…!" That wasn't my own voice. It was higher pitched, like a child.

"Uh uh, that's not the attitude to have here at Freddy's now is it?" He lifted the knife up to cut the ropes around my wrist free. The blade came up to my mouth, pushing just slightly at the corners of my lips. "How's about a smile. Hm?"

I did. A small one. I'd do whatever this man asked as long as he wouldn't hurt me.

"Aw, you can do better." Then he cut my ankles free.

I tried to smile bigger but the fear finally took hold and tears fell down my cheeks. I began sobbing, the sniffles racking my body and stealing away any smiles I could manage.

He didn't look satisfied. "Dammit, kid. If you're gonna just snivel like that then go cry to your mom." And he stood and backed away from me.

I blinked. He was letting me go? I couldn't move. I wasn't in control of my own body. This wasn't my body anyway. I was within a vessel witnessing something. Something terrible. Something I couldn't change.

He got annoyed with me, lashing out and kicking me in the side. "I SAID GET!"

I didn't hesitate then, I bolted for the door. "MOM! MOOOOM!" I called out desperately, voice cracking. My calls forced out so hard it hurt to continue screaming. "MOM HELP! MOOOOOOM!"

Stepping into the other room I just about lost my lunch right then. There was a black girl lying on the floor near the only other door that lead to my freedom. She had wide, sightless eyes staring up to the ceiling and a mouth full of organs that had been ripped from a gaping hole in her chest. Another hole had been carved into her throat where the organs had been pulled through and tied into a knot around those that were strung from her torso.

I averted my eyes and ran for the door throwing it open and rushing into the hall.

Something dull and hollow sounded as my vision blurred and a pain punched through the back of my head. The hallway in front of me averted toward the ground as I crashed to the cold, tile floor. At the end of the hall was a lit up room with tables and chairs. My hand reached out, stretching to grab something or someone. "Mom…M-MooOOOOM!" I let out another shriek just as the man slammed the door on the hall and all my hopes.

"You got further than I thought," he growled as I sat up and attempted to stand. He put his knife in my mouth when I opened it to scream and pulled back, the blade pressing at the corners of my mouth and cutting deep.

Of course I struggled but it only made it worse but I couldn't help it with the pain that was forever ongoing. When he pulled the knife back I fell forward coughing on the blood that had found a way to the back of my throat.

He kicked me again knocking me to the floor and straddled me the same as he had done to the other boy. I knew what was coming so began to thrash and fight and even bit the man's knee.

That didn't go well with him and he began repeatedly digging his knife deep into the middle of my back.

My reaction was immediate. I pushed up and began screaming out for my mom, turning to push the man away but I was unable. The pain skyrocketed up my back making me arch my back more and more in my attempts to push away from what was hurting me. Soon it was so much that I couldn't even clearly feel anything new he was doing, but from how he was moving I could tell he was no longer just stabbing me.

With each new slash blood sprayed out to the wall to my right and onto the floor around me. I clawed at the ground trying to get away, reaching up to the door pleading for someone to hear my cries of agony. I begged and prayed and did everything I could even knowing I couldn't stop this. These events were just a replay of things already passed and there was nothing I could do to change anything. I would just have to lay here and wait for it all to end, and yet my body still fought and my mind still cried out for someone… ANYONE to help!

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" I can't take it anymore! I can't do this anymore! I need to get away from him! I'm going to die! I'm going to die here! I don't want to die! PLEASE! SOMEONE! HELP ME!

I couldn't voice my thoughts, I could only listen to them echo inside my own mind.

Then he stopped. The pain didn't go away, but he stopped.

The man stood, dropping the knife beside my mutilated body.

Now was my chance… but I couldn't move. If I moved then it hurt. If I dragged myself to the door then it'd hurt. I didn't want to hurt anymore. I wanted it to stop. No more pain, please. No more… I can't take it…

My mind was already slipping. It had already begun to slip earlier from the pain. I was ready to pass out at any moment. I begged for it to happen, to take away my suffering so I could just die already.

Then a foot fell hard between my shoulder and I yelped.

Hands grabbed at my ankles and to my horror he… began… pulling.

The newfound pain awoke my mind shocking me to full awareness and I let out all of my pain in one last scream for help. "MOOOOOOOOM!"

Then all at once I lost all feeling in my legs and I could FEEL as my organs pooled out onto the floor. It was a sickening sensation that had me finally vomit in pain. I did it once, pushed myself up on my elbows, vomited again and again and fell on my side. All that came up was blood. At least that's what it mostly was.

My entire body was beginning to go numb. A coldness I'd never felt before slipped into my fingertips, slowly crawling up past my wrists and slipped up the mangled remains of my upper body. A darkness pulled at my vision, warping my reality like water ripples.

The man pulled my head back then and something cold brushed against my neck. After a moment a heartbeat of pain blossomed and was eaten up by cold. I could no longer breathe. I wasn't panicked that I couldn't. Actually it seemed to lessen the pain. Now my chest wasn't moving anymore…

My vision zeroed out, fading and giving the effect of falling. Almost as quickly as it left me, a sudden flash of yellow burned into my eyes.

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I sat up then, screaming. My alarm underlined my yell making me stop. I reached for the clock to stare at the time. It was seven. Time to get up and get ready for work.

How could I work after what I just saw? Those kids… myself… that man… that place…

I slowly stood, legs feeling cold and clammy. I took a few steps heading to the bathroom to splash water in my face. As I neared and turned on the lights I began to think about going to work. Those robots… I didn't want to see them.

But why didn't I want to see them? Oh! My dream! But… what about it again?

"Damn… It's gone already. Something about those robots and the pizza place. Ugh… Can't remember." I glared at the mirror at my tired face. All I remember was it was a scary dream, one I'd never want to see again and that it tied in with those animatronics. Which I also didn't look forward to seeing again.