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Chapter twelve:

Scott's POV:
He rubbed his eyes as he sat down in the office chair. More of trying to live.. He sighed opening his eyes. He cracked his knuckles. In the dream, Bonnie came from the same hallway here. So, maybe it was the same here. He checked the camera. His eyes widened. Foxy was peeking out of his cove, Bonnie was backstage, Chica was by the rest rooms, and Freddy was staring at the camera onstage. Scott gulped. Tonight, wasn't going to be good...
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His heart was racing. He had 10 % power left. It was five am. Freddy was at the east corner. Bonnie was in the west blind spot. Chica was at the rest rooms. And Foxy was about to run down the hallway. Oh my god! I am so gonna die! He watched as the power went down. He heard a weird noise from in front of him. He looked up to see Golden Freddy sitting on the floor. He screamed as he held the tablet in front of his face. Just then, the power went out. Scott was now shaking. He looked up. It was dark. Golden Freddy was gone. He pulled the tablet down a little. The sound of Freddy's laugh filled the room. He started to shake more. Then, it stopped. Scott's eyes widened when a growl came from behind him.
"Why didn't you try and save us?!" Freddy grabbed Scott by the back of the neck on the collar of his shirt. Freddy was dragging him down the hallway. Scott tried to get out of Freddy's grip. But it was too strong.
As Freddy and Scott entered the party room. Chica, Bonnie, Foxy and Golden Freddy were all cheering, "Stuff him! Stuff him, like he did us!" Repeatedly.
Scott teared up immediately. "I-I'm sorry! I-I'm sorry..."
Scott lifted his head to take one last look at the pizzeria. This is it. This is how I'm going to die.. He closed his eyes tightly.
Just then, the six o'clock bell went off. He thought he was safe...but he was far from it. He was being dragged through the doors backstage...