After that whole ordeal with Eric's little "accident", the birthday boy was crying harder than I've seen any human cry before. He was led out of the restaurant, with his friends following. Scott told me that there was a sort of "get-together" yesterday after that incident. Apparently, the higher-ups covered the incident up with not a single loose end left to be tied up. This, thankfully, meant that I could still work at the place. It's close to closing hours now, and only four children are left in the restaurant. I've decided to put on a little show for them, an exclusive act, as Spring Bonnie! It will be so very grand! I grab a hand crank from the safe room's work table and insert it into a hole in the middle of Spring Bonnie's back. There's a loud click, signifying that the spring locks are fastened. I make sure to lock them with a bit more skill than I normally do, this performance will require quite a lot of movement. I put the Spring Bonnie suit on, piece by piece. I then readied myself and walked outside to the dining area, where the four were sitting. "Hey there, kids! It's me, Spring Bonnie!" I chirp in a goofy voice. "You guys wanna see something really cool? Follow me!" The children happily oblige, blissfully oblivious to my intentions. The safe room is way too small for me to perform in, so I decide instead to take them to a much larger animatronic maintenance area in the back of the restaurant. "EMPLOYEES ONLY", the rectangular sign on the door reads. I tell the children that it's just to make sure people don't know about the secret party room. I hold the door open, and announce, "There's fun and games galore in this room! Come on in, kids, I'll be there in just a sec!" I walk back to the safe room to grab a single item: a hammer. This'll do nicely. Oh, yes. As I go back to the room my audience is in, I overhear a conversation. "...Danny's been gone for a while." "Yeah, where is he? I haven't seen him in a week." "He's probably with his dad this week." "Yeah, that makes sense, but... wouldn't he, I don't know, tell us or something? The last time we saw him was before we went to see 'Fredbear & Friends'." ...Do you think something happened to him?" "That's crazy! Why would-" I come into the room right before that sentence is finished, with a hammer in my hand, and said hand behind my back. I don't want them to try and piece these things together or know that I released him from the world's stress. They'll see him soon enough. "Hey again, kids! I'm back! Ready to have some fun?" "Yeah! I can't wait!", says one of the children. This particular child is a ginger with a white t-shirt and jeans. "Oh, don't worry about waiting! In fact, I'll start with you!" It's at this moment that I reveal the hammer. They're confused at first, but the one I picked gets it pretty quickly. As quickly as his eyes widen, they shut again after I roughly pull him toward me by the front of his shirt and slam him against a wall. "You kids wanna play?!" I bellow, not masking my voice anymore. While the rest of the children hide in the corner, I turn to the one that I'm holding. "Let's start, shall we?" The child can only manage a quiet whimper. Pathetic. I swing the hammer and strike his left cheek. I hear a dull crack and blood flies out of his mouth. This elicits a yelp from some of the others. "Oh, don't worry kids! You'll all get your turns eventually!" After reassuring them of this, I swing the hammer again, this time to the left side of his head. He seems to not be able to comprehend the sheer amount of pain this causes. While amusing, it's not quite what I'm looking for. I come up with another idea. While the other two attempts only succeeded at making him half-blind, I want to make the third one count. I ready the hammer again, with the boy in my grasp understandably flinching, and switch sides so the hammer's "claw", the side with two prongs, faces him. I flip the hammer upside down and stick the "claw" in the boy's mouth. I force his mouth shut and pull on the hammer's handle with as much strength as I can muster. I hear those horrible, wonderful sounds that can only mean one thing. I completely demolished his jaw and I gave the boy a release from life. Blood pours from his gaping mouth, his body slumped at the wall that I pinned him against. The children are sobbing uncontrollably, and screaming at the sight of their disfigured friend. Now, that's an issue. I can't have an audience that's not entertained. "Hey, kids! Look at me!" I say, again using that goofy voice. For whatever reason, they actually obey me and look at me. I take off Spring Bonnie's head and reveal my face to them. I don't know what they were expecting to see, but judging from their facial expressions, it wasn't some average guy not even in his 30s. At least now I have nothing to hide. I can purge their souls without regret. They truly deserve it, I'm doing them a favor. Oh, this is going to be a fun night...