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Chapter three:

Scott's POV:
The male growled at him looking down at him. "Why are you here?!"
"I-i'm a night guard here s-sir!" Scott flinched a little feeling his heart race. The other seemed to have heard him but his tone did not let up.
"How many night guards are there?"
"J-just me s-sir!"
The other leaned down before getting in Scott's face growling. "Then clean up the mess! And if you ever tell anyone about this, the same will happen to you!"
Scott gulped before whispering softly. "W-what do you want m-me to do w-with the children?" The other leaned back before pointing inside the backroom. "See those other animatronics?" Scott nodded slowly. "Put them in there. Freddy Fazbear's has to have their animatronics." He grinned darkly.
Scott's eyes widened as he looked at the other. When he looked back, his skin was normal! Just his hair and clothes were purple! Scott was trying to think about how exactly that was possible, and why this guy was talking about a Freddy whatever he said. This place wasn't a Freddy whatever, Foozbear, Fuzbear? Fazbear! This place wasn't a Freddy Fazbear's! It was Fredbear's Family Dinner. Scott didn't notice it but, he had been staring at the other male for a few minutes, while he thought.
"What are you doing?! Get to work!" Scott shook his head getting up quickly his face turning a bit red.
"S-sorry sir!" With that he quickly turned shuffled into the backroom. It smelled of blood and mucus. Scott felt like he was going to puke. He looked around seeing the children, the blood. Their eyes still wide open, their faces still filled with shock and fear. All but one. The older boy who had tried to stop the others from following the man. His face was written with hate. He teared up. It was their birthday too...A few tears slipped down. Where do I start? He looked at the new animatronic suits. I'm supposed to put the kids in there?! He saw a fox pirate. Then he looked at the little boy who talked and dressed like a pirate. It was almost perfect. He gently picked up the boy feeling himself tear up once again. He walked over to the fox pulling its head off as he set it on the ground. He looked at the boy as he started to gently put the boy in the fox suit. He looked at the other empty suits. There was a yellow chicken, a purple bunny, a brown bear, and a golden bear. He looked out over the children. The one who was closest to him was the little girl. She was so young. She had so far left to go in life. He picked her up gently. He looked down into her violet eyes. The last emotion still written in them. Fear. He turned towards the animatronic suits. He walked towards the yellow chicken, taking the head off it. He put the girl gently inside the suit. He could feel how badly he was crying. Why would he do this? Why to these children? He turned around once again. He walked over and picked up the oldest boy. The ones whose face read; hate. Scott turned looking back at the suits. The brown bear seemed kinda like a leader. So did this kid. Also, his hair was brown. He walked over pulling the head off before putting the boy inside. He turned around before walking to the golden haired boy. He picked him up. He turned around seeing the gold bear suit. It fit his hair. He walked over putting the boy inside. He turned around seeing the last kid. The black haired girl. He walked to her. Her eyes were wide. She must have been first. She must have not had much time to react. He walked to her before picking her up turning around. He looked at the suits. Only one left. The purple bunny. He walked to it putting her inside. Girls like bunnies right? He wiped his face on a clean spot on his shoulder. He took the fox head putting it on the suit, putting all the heads on the others saying; "I shall name you, Foxy. Foxy the Pirate Fox. May your ship sail smoothly. I shall name you, Chica. Chica the Party Chicken. May you party on forever. I shall name you, Bonnie. Bonnie the Purple Bunny. May you hop on to your future. I shall name you, Freddy. Freddy the Leader. May you show the others to safety." He stopped at the last kid before he started to cry a lot harder than he was. "I shall name you, Golden Freddy. Golden Freddy isn't a lie anymore. Protect the others and keep them happy." He quickly turned running out of the room to the supply closet, grabbing a mop, a bucket, and a few sponges. Time to clean up the blood...