{ Skylar }

Skylar wasn't sure what scared her more: the flying animatronic head that came out of nowhere, or Percy's roarlike scream as it hit him in the side of his head.

His head snapped toward the direction the empty head had come from, his eyes blazing with fury and his teeth clenched. There stood Sylvia, who had slipped away from the group completely unnoticed. Her face was pale and her legs were shaking but her jaw was set in determination. There was another empty head of a chicken in her hand, the beak hanging open. Her knuckles were white from clenching it so hard. Skylar couldn't help but smile, reminding herself to take Sylvia out for ice cream or something if they lived.

Percy was struggling to remain composed, forcing a smile onto his face, his pink scar stretching with his lips. His smile looked like a parent trying to mask their anger at a child "Now, why're you doing that, Silv? It's not nice to throw things at people."

Sylvia snarled at him, surprising everyone. "Do NOT call me that!" she yelled, clutching the empy head even harder, if that was even possible. "I will not let you kill me and my friends. I won't be scared any longer. I'm going to take you down and you'll rot in jail!"

"And then hell!" Skylar added in attempt to lighten the mood, still smiling. Everyone glared at her, including Percy, who shook his head as if saying, That was the lamest joke I've ever heard.

The five started advancing towards Percy. He backed up, looking around at all of their determined faces. His breathing quickened. Skylar thought she saw fear flash in his eyes but it was gone before she could be sure.

Before they could pound him, he stuck out his knife, forcefully warning them not to come any closer. "You guys are just going to make this harder on all of us!" he yelled, his voice rising in pitch. If he wasn't scared, he was worried that he wouldn't 'avenge Jenny'. "Retaliating won't get you anywhere!"

"Like hell it won't!" Edd flew at him again, but this time he was ready. With lightning-fast reflexes, Percy turned and slashed the knife through the air in a wide arc. Edd attempted to change direction, but only succeeded in turning. The knife sliced across his ear and part of the side of his face and he yelped in pain. The wound was small but it began bleeding an excessive amount, dark red blood soaking into Edd's hair and trickling down the side of his face. He stepped out of Percy's range and held his hand to the cut, blood leaking through his fingers and staining his nails a deep crimson.

"Anyone else?" Percy asked, pointing his knife at the other four who hadn't yet been injured. He was smiling again, obviously pleased at his small victory over Edd. "Anyone else who tries to retaliate will get cut as we-" he was literally cut short as the empty chicken head hit him dead on and he grunted in pain, stumbling slightly. The blow left a small scratch on his cheekbone.

"Alright, this is so not grand!" Percy yelled, his angry voice filling every corner of the dark building. "That's it, Sylvia's going to be the first to die! I hate having things thrown at me!"

He made a move toward Sylvia but Belle stopped him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and swung herself into him like a monkey riding on its mother's back. Percy made a choking noise, his eyes widening in distress, and fought to shover her off, spinning wildly, crashing into walls, and trying to stab her in the face with his knife. She continued to hold on, her teeth clenched in concentration and her eyes full of fear.

Percy finally managed to get the tip of his knife to come into contact with her cheek. It left a small slit, which began oozing blood slowly. She yelped and tried to continue hanging on, but Percy slammed her against the wall with all his might. She fell off, her paw print hair clip breaking in half and clattering to the floor. Before Percy could do anything else, Sylvia threw another head at him. It was the bear head, the one she had thrown earlier. Skylar figured she must have picked it back up.

Skylar herself wasn't getting in on the action because she was carefully watching Percy, waiting for him to expose the slightest weak point that she could.

As he was fighting Belle, Sylvia, Edd, and Elliot at the same time, Skylar noticed that he favored his left ankle, often staying off of it and leaning into his right instead. The left one seemed to be either weak, or... sprained? strained? broken?

At this point, everyone was in pretty bad condition. Belle was hunched in the corner, her face cut, one eye swollen nearly shut. One of her shoes was missing and her hair clip lay broken a few feet away on the floor. Her facial features were twisted in pain and she kept her eyes focused on Percy, hatred glowing like a skylight in the one eye that was fully open.

Sylvia was keeping her distance, throwing anything she could get her hands on and managing to infuriate Percy even more each time. Elliot was handing Sylvia things from other rooms, which consisted of mainly different parts of animatronics. The brunette's face was concentrated with an underlying tone of fear. Skylar could make out a shiny layer of sweat coating her forehead.

Edd was fighting head on with Percy. His face was covered in cuts an bruises, as was Percy's. His scar on his lip blended in just fine with all of the other scrapes adorning his pale, angry face. The purple-haired teen looked like he was getting tired, and his ankle seemed to be hindering him more each minute. He stumbled once or twice as he tried to put weight on it.

Finally he swung his knife with great force and gave Edd a huge cut to the chest. Edd gasped, clutching his chest as the blood spread. He collapsed to his knees, his face frozen, a mask of anguish.

"No!" Belle screamed, running forward to help him. She dragged him away from Percy, who Skylar just noticed was looking at her straight in the eyes.

"Huh, looks like Sky isn't getting any of the action." He started toward her, smiling again. Sylvia and Elliot where freaking out; they had run out of things to throw at Percy. Skylar was all on her own against the purple-haired wacko.

Skylar clenched her fists. I can do this. She thought to herself. She could hear her heart beating in her chest, the blood roaring in her ears. When Percy got close, he swung his knife in the same wide arc that he had been using thus far. Skylar dodged, ducking under the blow and sliding forward as Percy's momentum took him toward her. As she slid, she grabbed his injured ankle and twisted it sharply to the side. A crack was heard like a mini gunshot from far away, and Percy screamed bloody murder. He landed on his now severely broken ankle and fell forward heavily onto his chest, choked sobs forcing out of his mouth. His knife skittered across the floor.

Elliot, thinking fast, darted up to the knife and swiped it from the ground before Percy could even blink. She held the knife in his direction, gripping it tightly, forcing her hands not to shake.

As his ankle swelled and visibly throbbed, Percy let out a low growl, but didn't move. It was over.

Sylvia rushed toward the door and banged on it, yelling for help. "He's down! We got him down! Help us!"

Sounds of yelling and boots on concrete were heard from outside. Sylvia stepped back. "Are you sure? He isn't making you say that?" an officer asked from outside, her voice firm but with a hint of fear.

Skylar looked back at Elliot, who was now holding Percy up and keeping the knife firmly at his neck. "Tell 'em, Perc," Skylar said with a smirk, adrenaline flowing through her veins.

"Screw you all," Percy growled, his voice dripping venom. He grunted and shifted.

"Tell them," Elliot said in a calm voice, pressing the knife harder against his neck. A small trickle of blood dripped into the collar of his shirt.

"I'm not keeping them prisoner." His voice came out strangled from his vocal cords being compressed by the blade. "Rather the opposite, really. Grand," he muttered sarcastically to himself.

A second passed when the only thing heard was muttering and radio static from outside, and then the door burst down, hitting the ground. Spring was right with them.

"No! No No!" Percy yelled, ripping himself out of Elliot's grip. "I'm not getting caught without doing my job first!" He grabbed the suit of the rotting bunny-like animatronic, pulling himself into it and not making sure he didn't hit his ankle. Grimacing, he pulled on the head and stood as the police surrounded him. he braced himself to fight.

A loud snapping noise was heard, louder than the crack of his ankle. The suit wrenched into a pose that wasn't dissimilar to Jesus on the cross, his head turned up toward the sky. Blood erupted from any and all of the suit's holes and the sound of breaking bones was prominent. Sylvia turned and nearly threw up, covering her mouth with her hand and squeezing her eyes shut. She retreated into the security office, holding onto the chair for support.

When the body finally stopped convulsing, it slumped back against the wall and twitched a few times before becoming completely still. Percy Fitzgerald was no more. He had been Spring trapped. Skylar found herself wanting to laugh at the harsh irony.

It was silent as the police prodded the body. Paramedics were taking Edd into the ambulance, Belle following closely. Chica, Bonnie, and Gold ran into the room, all of their faces shining with tears. Freddy and Foxy had followed the ambulance.

Gold nearly tackled Skylar in a hug, wrapping his arms around her. "Oh God, oh God oh God, Elf. Are you okay?" He pulled her at arm's length, examining her for any injuries.

"I'm fine, dad," she assured him, her voice hoarse. A single tear slipped down her cheek and she brushed it away, unable to keep the smile off of her face. Chica and Bonnie were hugging their own children.

Sylvia stopped hugging Bonnie and picked up the tablet that had been sitting on her counter, her eyes widening in fear. "Everyone, we need to get out now!" she yelled. "Fire!"

Skylar craned her neck to see the tablet. From this far, all she could make out was the animated flicker of flames on a camera where which she had no clue was located.

"We have to get out of here now!" Gold yelled. Everyone started shuffling out as fast as they could. The police picked up Percy's body, which was now inside the Springtrap suit.

Once everyone got out and things calmed down, Skylar was put into a cop car with her dad. They were all going to meet up at the hospital to check up on Edd, who's chest had been cut bad. Firetrucks roared past them into the lot. All of the bright lights from the emergency personell cut into the night, which by now was as black as pitch.

As they drove away, Skylar looked out the back of the cop car, mesmorized by the orange flames that engulfed the attraction, stretching up into the dark sky.