#event hell hits home

The two humans watched the pizzeria crumble, and then watched the firefighters who had just arrived put out what remained of the fire. Turning from the scene, they walked into the sunset, putting the past behind them, and keeping the memories, good and bad, they made at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria.

And then ordered two big macs and two diet cokes.

Golden took only a brief moment to teleport in front of Freddy, laugh at his burning foe, kick Foxy’s flaming head, and then fade from the physical world.

What a dick. 

The manager had been approaching the door, when inky black wires had descended, wrapping around his legs and yanking him to the floor. Out of the flames leapt Strings, his fabrics already starting to peel away, as shadowy smoke wafted from underneath his burning mask. Landing upon the manager, he let loose a flurry of slashes and slams, eviscerating the owner, leaving behind only a bloody mess where a man once was. Soon after, his physical form burned away, leaving only the scorched mask behind.

Walking over to their mangled friend, they braced themselves for the blaze, holding onto each other until the end. The fire fused their shells, and in their final moments they were closer than they ever had been before.

backed into a corner by the inferno, the animatronic with two minds slowly slip down, sitting with their back to the wall. Leaning their head back against the cold surface, they watched the fire slowly scorch the room, and consume them.

The maintenance door was holding against the rabbit’s assault, as well as the blows of Chica from the other side. Quickly, the fires crept up around them, and the chicken’s suit began to smolder.

Soon, it was creeping under the door, where an angry purple bunny was slamming against the solid gateway.

As a flaming support beam in the roof fell, Foxy lunged into Freddy, knocking him aside. Instead of falling upon the bear, it slammed down on the Captain’s back, breaking his spine in two, and smashing apart his torso. Weakly, he looked up at Freddy, before his head fell to the floor, unmoving as the fire engulfed his body.

Slowly, the manager doused the floor and walls with gasoline, before striking a match and setting the building aflame. The bots had been distracted by their fallen friend (and ignoring Freddu), and failed to notice this handiwork before the fire itself spread.

The pizzeria was cleared out, the customers having fled the violence. Strings cradled the body of his daughter, as the last sparks of mechanical life left her broken body.

Phone Guy approached the stage, stepping through the fleeing crowd of parents and children as they made a bee-line for the doors. Freddu was standing on the stage, hands out, babbling about how this was all wrong, and that nothing was his fault. Drawing his beretta from the inside of his jumpsuit, PG levelled it with the head of the bear, before pulling the trigger twice. Two perfect circles blasted through Freddu’s plastic skull, as his body fell to the ground beside Bonnabelle.

Bonnabelle had only a brief second to look fearfully to her friend, before his fist collided with her fragile plastic face. Falling to the ground from the attack, her guitar fell off of the stage, where children had previously been sitting. Instead, they ran screaming from the stage, where Freddu was smashing in the face of the blue bunny. Wires sparked, and metal cracked under his blows, and slowly, Bonnabelle stopped moving. Boston Market ran from the stage, running to the prize room.

In his hand, Freddu clutched a handful of wires, ripped out of his ‘dearest friend’s’ head. He threw them aside almost casually, before stomping on her torso.

ruh roh

zoinks skooks looks like we gotta get outta here

OH BOY SURE HOPE THAT THEY KNOCKED ON WOOD

OTHERWISE THEY DONE DID JINX THEMSELVES