A/N-So yeah, sorry about the wait. usually, you all can expect updates around twice a week until this thing is completed...
Tsk tsk." The guard tutted, removing the blade from the girl's heart. "No one…. leaves…. ALIVE!" He said, thrusting the knife into her gut and slashing it along the length of the girl's stomach, letting the intestines drop to the well carpeted floor. He then viciously implanted his weapon into her eyes, skewering them until they were beyond redemption. As crimson liquid flowed from the girl's mouth. The guard removed his Golden Freddy outfit, throwing the dying girl over his shoulder. He planted the girl into the vacated suit, placing the head, sealing the girl in a tomb of fur and metal. The guard spared a moment to glance at his handiwork as blood flowed freely from the eyes and mouth cavities of the bright yellow suit.
The boy couldn't stand this massacre any more. He ran, taking brief shelter in Pirate's Cove. He waited, listening to the pitter patter of his heart, a loud steady sound of fear. He could hear that awful man calling for him, claiming that he had no intention of harming the little boy, only that he wanted to show him 'The Joy of Creation'. The boy sat there huddled up, scared and nervous in fear of being viciously murdered by the guard. With a suddenness, the curtain was pulled back, revealing the man, backlit by the blinding lights that the pizzeria was adorned with.
"There you are…" The guard said soothingly. "I was beginning to worry that you'd left and told the police." He reached out to the boy, but left an area under his arm big enough to run away…. if the boy could distract him long enough. So, the boy did the first thing that came to mind: A kick to the man's 'privacy zone'. The guard doubled over, giving the boy a chance to escape.
The boy gave a full on sprint down the west hall, passing the Janitor's closet, and pounding on he closed security office desperately. Tears streamed down his face as he pounded, howling for someone to help him, to save him from this madman, when a sudden shot rang out. Both the spectator and boy felt the immense pain of the bullet ripping through his leg, taking his ability to make another run for freedom. They boy cried on pain, and gave a second pleading screech as the guard pulled the boy by his hair. "P-P-Please….. don;'t kill me…." The boy whimpered.
The guard grinned, showing his ugly yellowed teeth. "I'm not gonna kill you…" He said, leaning close to the young child's face, "Im just gonna show you the Joy of Creation…." With that, the boy passed out from the unbearable pain his body had been assaulted with. My view went dark, to show the memory had ceased. I wondered how to leave this memory, when I felt searing pain coarse through my metal skeleton, relentlessly making me feel as if I were being torn apart. Light blinded me as a new memory started.
The young boy reawoke, his first sensation upon his waking being that of intense pain and the dreadful uncertainty that crept through his limbs. He saw specs of red all across his vision, and so all he could determine was that he was being forced down into something- something that was hurting him. Already, his voice was hoarse with his protesting screams. Then it stopped- the pain was still there, but he wasn't moving anymore. Nothing was happening… was it? Something moved in front of him, and in a fearful rage he lashed out with his small arm, striking the moving object with all the might he could muster. Pain lanced up his hand, but in his fear he could barely notice. I stood there, transfixed at the encounter.
The guard screamed in rage, shoving the boy's free arm into the past Foxy's right arm. The boy found enough strength to give one last howl as he felt his bones breaking around the robot's right arm. The guard smiled coldly. "Finally, the last candidate….. I can finally finish it…" he muttered, raising the animatronic fox's head and his blood stained knife.. With that, he began the motion of sawing out the boy's eyes, and I felt indescribable pain as he stole the boy's eyes straight from their sockets. I covered my right eye with my eyepatch and my left with my left hand, in a pitiful attempt to ward off the pain. With a suddenness as swift as this assault had began, it ended, leaving me with the scarring memories forever implanted in my shattered mind.