10:00 AM. Open. The employees were jogging around the restaurant, making quick fixes to anything that needed so before the customers came crashing in. Chairs were lined up neatly by the tables, party hats for every kid lay on top of each plastic seat. William was hiding away in the backroom, overlooking the papers one too many times, being sure to remember his plan. He set down the dusty papers, once again snapping out of distraction, and began to pace towards the two suits in the back, their clean yellow fur sticking to whatever touched it. The sounds of laughing children erupted from outside, flooding the dining room's every corner. Not yet. Don't do it to them now. Be patient. Will sighed and began to reach toward one of the suits. It was a bunny, sporting a violet bowtie and buttons all down its chest. William picked the creature up and flipped it around to the back, revealing a shiny steel crank, half-connected to every mechanism in the ornate workings of the suit. Release and tighten the locks, Will. You've done this for years, he thought to himself. It shouldn't be that freaking hard. Turning the handle around and around, the innards of the suit clicked and compressed, sliding crudely to the edges of the costume. Springs snapped, holding the robotic parts of the suit.. somewhat secure. Sliding the suit over his body, William no longer had to be the slouchy, grouchy person he usually was. He could control the character, something he enjoyed most about working here. It made everything okay. He was not William Afton, but Spring Bonnie in this costume. It was.. gratifying. Will burst out of the backroom, bowing and dancing for the children while singing through the wide gape of the costume's mouth. For hours, he held back the locks while running across the pizzeria, all the while waiting for his chance. ... Finally. The clock struck three. The parents of all the little children were already tiring, but the kiddos were still slapping their sticky pizza-covered hands all over the glitched arcade games. Will began to creep closer to the arcades, looking for just the right children to pluck. As children circled around him in excitement, Will found just the right idea. Speaking in the silly, cartoonish voice of Spring Bonnie, William shouted to the children. "Heeeey kids! Who wants a big surprise from Spring Bonnieeee?" Kids began to yell and shout "ME!" and "Me, pleaseee!" all around. Beneath the sweaty golden bunny mask, William smirked. You have no idea, he thought. No idea at all. Thinking carelessly, he randomly picked four of the children in the enormous crowd. The chosen ones all squealed in glee, and the ones left behind groaned and sobbed, slouching in disappointment. Spring Bonnie and the kids began skipping along to the backroom, oblivious to what was to come to them. As Spring Bonnie waved the ecstatic kiddos into the dark, musty room, they all carved looks of confusion on their faces. Slamming the door shut, William faced the kids in the dark once more. Cackling louder than a pack of hyenas on high, Will snagged a rusted screwdriver from the table in the pitch-black room. The young children began to cry and shriek, but that only gave a way for the masked maniac to hunt them down. One by one, he clutched the children and drove the old screwdriver straight through their hearts, blood the color of red velvet dribbling down their shirts and dresses as they coughed and cried. After all of them were dead as doorknobs, the killer rested in the backroom until hours past closing, thinking about how far he'd come today. He was about to blow the world's minds with this theory, this path to creating life in something lifeless. If it worked, he'd have riches, awards, everything... but if it didn't, he'd still be a man without family. A man without home. A man without.. anything. A man without hope. This project was his turning point in life. My chance. Even past the pure brutality of his experiment, he thought to himself as he left the back room and began to carry the heavy animatronic beasts from the shining stage into the room he stayed in. One by one, he took the corpses of children and carefully placed them inside the near-hollow bodies of the robo-performers, completing the procedure he had studied for so long. As he left the restaurant in the dark of the night, rabbit suit still on, he pondered to himself once more.



Curiosity is natural, naturally twisted. Is there really any exception?