"We... just discovered some tapes from the previous Freddy Fazbear's Pizza location." Scott nervously tells me.

What a way to begin my final day. People could have found me out. Found out what I did.

"The... police are doing an investigation. This place'll close really soon."

"Really? Why's that? ...What was in these tapes?" I ask him.

"Well, in our old location, there was a suit in the back, a yellow one. You know which one, though. Spring Bonnie. Well... someone "used" it. Four children went missing the night those tapes were filmed. We're afraid that we know... uh... what happened to them."

"And what might that be?"

"We think that... they were killed that night. The tapes pretty much clearly told us that. A person dressed as Spring Bonnie walks into a room of happy kids. A half hour later, he leaves, his suit stained with blood. ...What else could it even mean?"

"You may be right, Scott. You may be right." I walk away. Oh, thank god no one saw my face. I'd be put away for a long time. After completely quitting the job, I go home. The next day, "the new and improved" Freddy Fazbear's Pizza shuts down due to the investigation and technical issues with the Toys. They plan to open again in a few years.

A few months pass and I get a call. Apparently I have to go to a police station after hours and get interviewed about the "Missing Children Incident". I drive there with a backpack in the passenger seat, it only takes about 15 minutes. The backpack contains a change of clothes and a knife, just in case the interview gets a bit too personal for my tastes, or I just feel the urge to kill. I arrive at the station. A grey-haired man in a grey cap and a suit walks up to me with a grin.

"Jonathan Matthews?" he asks in a gruff voice.

"Yep, that's me," I reply, "What do I do?"

"Just follow me."

He leads me to a glass door with a "CLOSED" sign, takes out a bunch of jingling keys, and unlocks the door with one of them. The door squeaks a little as he opens it and lets me inside. He motions for me to follow him as he walks to the back. He opens that door and sits down on a chair. I follow him, find a seat right across from him, set my backpack down next to it, and sit down. "So, Mr. Matthews, I'm just going to jot down a few notes on this here notepad." He shows me his yellow notepad, open to a page labeled "JONATHAN MATTHEWS". "Now, we found out that you are one of the people who worked at that "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza" location that was open from 1983 to 1987, the one we recently obtained some tapes from. Would you mind telling me where you were on the evening of... that incident?"

"Certainly, detective!" I reply with a grin. "I was finishing up some work - I was a technician - on the animatronics and sort of tidying up the safe room I was working in."

"The safe room?"

"Yes. It's where a lot of the spare parts are, so I can easily do repairs there. There are several tools, too. Hammers, screwdrivers, drills and the such."

"I... see. Now, Mr. Matthews, did you witness the incident in question that night?"

"Yes, detective."

"...What? This... this is fantastic! You can give us some new evidence! Where were you when you saw it?"

"Oh, I was in the Spring Bonnie suit - oh, sorry - a yellow rabbit suit. I was right there."

"...Is that so?"

"Oh, yes. Hammer in hand, I saw the children die. I saw their faces. Horror, confusion, pain. I saw it all. What a night."

"Are you implying... what I think you're implying?"

"What do YOU think I'm implying?" I ask the detective coldly. I reach across the table and pull him toward me by the shoulders of his suit. "If you think I did it... you're absolutely right." Naturally, he struggles. He screams for help, stupidly not remembering that no one can come. I release my left hand, unzip my backpack, and pull out the knife.

"Are... are you going to kill me?!", he almost screams in terror.

"Oh, no, no, no... I'm not going to just kill you. I'm going to make you suffer." I snarl. "You see, if I DON'T kill you, you'll tell people. Now, I can't have that. I'm having a pretty rough day today, so it's your job to lighten it up. Well, it's not like you have a choice in the matter." I stand up and slam him on the table. He stares into my eyes with an emotion not unlike that of those children back in 1983, the best day of my life. In his terror, he's unable to speak. Good, I want to be the only one talking.

"You want an interview, detective? I'll give you a GREAT interview. I'll tell you exactly what happened that night." I say, bringing his face a little closer to mine, knife still in hand.

"I put on the Spring Bonnie suit and found four children. I told them that there was "fun and games galore" to be had in the maintenance room. Of course, they didn't know it was a simple maintenance room." I tell him with a laugh. " I follow them in after getting a hammer, and just start... beating in one of their skulls with it. The other children looked away, not even trying to experience the fun I was trying to show them. The little BRATS!" I shout, and punctuate it by sticking the knife in the detective's mouth and slicing its right side open. He screams.

"Anyway, after beating in one of their skulls, I got a bit creative and broke their jaw using the hammer's claw. The kid died after that, sadly. Thankfully, right after that, another kid stepped up, trying to stand up to me. More fun for me! I used the hammer to break his nose and puncture his eyes."

"Wh...what is wrong with you?!" The detective yells with a voice of pure disgust.

"One question at a time, my friend. I'm already answering as to what I was doing on that night, you can't just switch subjects like that! Now, onto your punishment." As he begs and pleads for me to not hurt him, I stick the knife in his mouth and swipe in the opposite direction as last time, giving him a beautiful, happy, gory grin. "Now, I'll finish the story. You won't interrupt again, will you?" He weakly shakes his head. "Good. After disfiguring that second child, the third tried to attack me. I let him off easy. I snapped his little neck. Now, the final one, the only girl of the bunch, I had something special for her. You see, the "spring locks" in those animatronics were very unstable, and release if someone so much as breathes wrong. I put one of those spring lock heads onto her head. I set off the spring locks. So much blood, so much gore, so much bone and teeth came out. It was... beautiful. When I took the head off, the first thing I noticed were her eyes." I motion to his eyes with the end of my knife. "What the spring locks can do... is quite amazing. Then again, why tell you when I can show you a simulation?" I stab my knife into his right eye, yielding an ear-piercing scream. Now, we can't have that. I yank the knife out of his eye socket. Oh, how interesting, his eye's still attached. No matter, I'll simply remove it.

I gently take the knife out of the eye and use it to sever his optic nerve. There, now he doesn't have to worry about that.

"The eye thing is getting kind of old." I admit to the screaming man. "I guess we'll just have to move on."

"P...please... end... me..." The man croaks.

"Oh, gladly!" I say in a chipper tone. "Just hold still." I slam his head onto the table, with barely any response, and level the knife with his neck.

"Good night, detective." I whisper.

I stick the blade into his neck and begin to saw. It makes quite a glorious sound. Ripping, tearing, cutting. It reminds me of cutting into a good, juicy medium-rare filet mignon. It makes me hungry just thinking about that... still, I may be many things, a psychopath, a murderer, a loyal friend... but I am certainly not a cannibal. I move the knife all around his neck, making sure there's not a portion left uncut. He's long dead by now. I firmly pull on the sides of his head. Naturally, it comes off. Some spine is attached, but I have no need to keep any mementos. My work here is done, I wouldn't want to draw unnecessary attention to myself. I take the extra clothes out of my backpack and put them on. I sling the backpack over my shoulder and leave the station. Glad that's over with.