Warning: contains gore, swearing and
spoilers? Don't like, don't read.
I was so young. My one and only friend,
Vincent was only 8 years old. He and I were always friends from the
age of 3. It was either him or one of his friends birthdays. You've
got to understand, it was like 10 years ago. Anyways, I was watching
the animatronics when I saw Vincent run out of the building with some
older kids chasing him. I quickly got up and followed them. Once I
was outside, I saw Vincent on the ground, crying. He had a mark on
his cheek like as if someone had punched him.
“Now, why don't you come with us
and stop being a chicken about kissing the animatronic bear.”
The oldest kid said.
“No! Fredbear will kill me!”
Vincent cried out.
“No he won't, he's a robot for
crying out loud!” One of the younger kid said.
I squirmed through the other kids and
bit the older kid's hand that was gripping onto the front of
Vincent's polo shirt.
“Ow! You son of a bit