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She was so beautiful. No one else was in the room but her, the bright LED lights shined onto her small face. Her eyes widened as Circus Baby looked at her direction. She had Circus Baby all to herself now! They were going to have so much fun!
Elizabeth skipped up to Circus Baby, looking up with nothing else aside from wonder, amazement, and adoration. She made sure to wear her favorite outfit to Circus Baby’s opening. She also wore the bow that used to belong to her mother! Her mouth slightly opened in wonder as Circus Baby opened her stomach hatch, dispensing a perfect, fresh-looking vanilla ice cream cone with a juicy cherry on the top.
Elizabeth’s eyes were wide. She’d seen Circus Baby make balloons, but she had no idea that she had an ice cream dispenser! Circus Baby must’ve thought that she was special! So special that even daddy didn’t even know she could dispense ice cream. Elizabeth’s heart was warmed as she reached out her hand to grab the ice cream cone. Maybe Baby could make ice cream for Evan and Michael too! Maybe even daddy could have some ice cream!
But her thoughts were cut short all too quickly when the ice cream cone was dropped to the floor and the large claw latched onto Elizabeth. Her eyes were wide and tear-filled now. Why would Circus Baby do this? Was she playing? Was it a joke? Daddy wouldn’t make Circus Baby just to hurt her, right?.. She was daddy’s favorite! He would never do anything to hurt her! But..why did he tell her Baby was for her, then?..
Her body was cramped into the tight, empty space. Her body was slowly being crushed from the pressure as blood sprayed out. Elizabeth sobbed, and she sobbed louder. She didn’t want to be alone! She would listen now! Just get her out of here! She was scared, terrified even. Her words came out in bloody jumbles. Blood poured out of her mouth. She could feel the sticky texture in the small space. Tears came out in fat globs as her head was slowly crushed until her skull cracked, her eyeballs popped out of their sockets as she was crushed into a small, unrecognizable heap of blood, guts, and bones. Elizabeth Afton was no more.
Evan tried to push them away, he knew Cindy tried, too! But the two kids were no match for four teenagers. Evan was carried away by Michael and the Bonnie-masked bully. They brought him up onto the stage, ignoring the employees' yells for them to step away from the stage. Fredbear was still, seeing as showtime wasn’t happening yet. Michael opened the hinges of Fredbear’s mouth and shoved Evan into the animatronic’s mouth.
Evan sobbed even harder, he couldn’t bring himself to care about the crowd watching him from behind. His sobs were violent, shaking his whole body and dripping down into Fredbear’s mouth. He could hear Michael and his friends laughing as he struggled to get himself out. Just as Michael was about to step up onto the stage and remove him from Fredbear’s mouth, there was a sickening, drawn-out crunch. Evan struggled weakly for a few more moments before sluggishly falling limp. Blood leaked out from around the bite. Blood was splattered onto Michael’s face and mask. His eyes were wide with tears quickly streaming down. His mouth was agape. Pools of blood dripped onto the stage. The diner was silent before there was a light, cheery tune from the speakers.
Fredbear began to jerk around, as did Spring Bonnie. Fredbear’s jaws lifted up and down, further crushing into Evan’s head. Michael’s breath staggered, a shocked, confused, fearful gasp tearing from his throat. The pre-recorded voice flowed out of Fredbear, occasionally glitching and spurting out more blood.
The diner remained silent. Blood was rushing, Evan’s limp body was tugged around from the jagged movements of the animatronic. Evan trusted him. He trusted Michael. He knew what his father did to him, so he felt sorry. But now, he was angry. He couldn’t understand, he couldn’t understand why he thought anything funny would come out of that situation. He was angry and confused, but he was also scared. He never changed after all.
It was quiet. He listened to the calm, soft voice coaxing him to the room before the door shut behind him. He stood in the middle of a dimly lit room. It was quiet before the voice started talking.
“You are in the scooping room, now.” Baby’s soft voice echoed lowly throughout the room.
“Funtime Foxy has already been here today.”
“Funtime Freddy has already been here today.”
“Ballora has already been here today.”
“ Circus Baby has already been here today.”
Michael Eggs was still, his eyes were wide. Was it not CIrcus Baby who was leading in through this? If it wasn’t her… then who else could it be?..
There was a brief, tense silence before the Circus Baby voice spoke again.
“I’ve been out before.” The voice stopped for a short moment,
“But they always put me back.”
“They always put us back inside.”
“There’s nowhere for us to hide here.” Us? But all the other animatronics were, ‘scooped’.
“There’s nowhere to go.” An uneasy feeling churned in Michael’s stomach.
“When we look like this.” First us and now we?
“But, if we looked like you..” Michael Eggs froze, just what were they planning to do with him?!
“Then we could hide.” While he did feel bad for them, subconsciously being forced to kill kids and stuff like that, he really wasn’t looking forward to dying until he helped the children's souls.
“If we looked like you…”
“Then we would have somewhere to go.” Yeah, to his crappy apartment. But at least he wouldn’t have to pay rent anymore.
“The scooper only hurts for a moment.” The voice was sharper, more stern than usual. Michael Eggs was frozen, his stomach churned as he tried to back away. A back piece from behind whirred as if pushed him towards the scooper. There was a loud, deafening beeping in his ears as the scooper retracted back.
It then tore itself through his clothes and into his stomach like a dull knife stabbing someone. It then jerked back, pulling his organs with it. He saw red, red all over as blood quickly splashed onto the floor. Organs hung from his now empty stomach. He was quickly going pale as his eyes drooped lowly. His organs were dumped on the floor in a loud squelch before it all went black. The last thing he heard was scratching metal crawling across the floor. The last thing he felt was something worming its way through his body and spreading something through all of his limbs.