(fair warning, strong language ahead)

(the desk and background is adorned with fake cobwebs and rubber spiders on them with some jack-o-lanterns on the sides. On the left side of the desk is Lucas Zaboot, still in his Hannibal costume with a bigger beer mug in his hand with a look of annoyance on his face. Sitting next to him is time-displaced future co-host Soo-Yin Fukui, dressed as Elizabeth from Bioshock Infinite’s Burial at Sea DLC, she rubs her hands on her head in annoyance to see on the right side of the desk, her mother, Lin Fukui, sitting on the lap of ex-husband and future co-host Johnny Zealous as the two flirt with one another)

Lucas Zaboot: “Tell me they’re not saying anything that’ll make me vomit in Japanese…”

Soo-Yin Fukui: “Even if it were in English, would it make any difference?”

Lucas Zaboot: “Gimmie another beer and I’ll give ya my answer.” (looks to them) “We’re rolling ya’know!”

Lin Fukui: (realizes this immediately climbs off and sits in her chair) “ahem* the facts have been checked, the simulation is ready to go and we hope you’re all ready for the fun to come.”

Johnny Zealous: “I know I am-“

Lucas Zaboot: “Goddamnit dude! I make those jokes! If this is what I have to look forward to next season, count me out!”

Johnny Zealous: “Eh, so what? Nobody who reads these actually pay attention to us, we’re as forgotten as fountain pens for Death Battle. I mean, seriously, when was the last time someone made a comment about the host characters or the hard work going into the research and dialogue for us fictional hosts and not about who they think will win the fight?”

(silence all around)

Johnny Zealous: “I rest my case.”

Soo-Yin Fukui: “Let’s just get this show on the road…”

Lin Fukui: “So we shall, it is time for a Death Battle.”

Lucas Zaboot: “So let’s get it on, already!!”

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-Highway 15, near the border of Connecticut, 11:40PM-



Behind the wheel of the speeding 1985 Cadillac was Roger Johnson, a 33 year-old convict with two previous arrests. The first was for assault and battery, the second was for armed robbery. So naturally, it probably came as a surprise to no one with the NYPD that until recently, he was certain to commit assault during a robbery. Which is why Roger currently had 12 police cars with their sirens blaring behind him as he sped down the highway attempting to escape NYPD jurisdiction, the radio blaring to keep himself focused on getting away.

He continued speeding down the highway, swerving past cars on the road as he put the pedal to the metal, passing by turn-off 29, another few minutes and he would be free…that is until, crashing from the other side of the guard rail, a lone cop car rammed into his side, forcing Roger to take Exit 30S to avoid spinning out. 
No problem, he could just drive down the turn-off back onto the freewa-
“Shit!” He said aloud to see a line of state patrolmen driving right up the exit to cut him off. Making a quick decision, Roger turned off down Glen Ridge Road, the lone police car from before following close behind him as the State Patrol cars collided with the NYPD cars, stalling them from the chase. Roger brushed the sweat from his brow as he looked back just in time for the lone car to ram into his bumper. Roger ran through several stop signs along the road, this car still ramming into his bumper as Roger kept trying to find a road to drive onto. Just when he had his mind set on one, the police car rammed into Roger’s car once again, causing Roget to lose control of his car he drove off and crashed his car into a guard rail, causing it to overturn and fall on it’s back, the police car made a sharp turn while braking as it slammed into the guard rail as well, leaving a deep dent, but keeping the car in place. 

Roger groaned but he forced himself out of the car as he ran off into the woods. The driver of the police car forced open the passenger side door as he stepped out for the moonlight to reveal himself. The one, the only, John McClane.
Seeing the guy run off, John leaned back in and grabbed the police radio as well as his police belt.
“Dispatch, this is John McClane, the culprit is on foot, I am in pursuit, over.”
“1-37 Code 4, John. He’s in Connecticut woods now, let CPD handle it.” John rolled his eyes as he pulled out a taser and fitted it into his belt.
“Yeah, no dice, dispatch. This little bastard is mine.” John said as he checked his gun before holstering it. Another voice came through on the radio.
“You listen here, John. If you go after that punk, you can expect to hand in your badge the second you walk back in the office! Now stand down!” The other voice on the other end said, obviously the chief from the sound of it. John grabbed the flashlight as he responded back to his superior.
“10-4, When I bring him back, you can eat my damn badge. Over and out.” With that, John tossed the radio into the car as he shut the door and chased after Roger.

-11:50PM-

Roger ran through the woods, looking back hearing someone was following him. He pulled out the gun he had and fired two shots, of course, the dark making things difficult to aim it clearly didn’t stop whoever was following him. Roger turned and kept turning, pushing away whatever foliage that was in his way as Roger kept saying under his breath “I hate nature, I hate nature, I hate nature.” He kept running until he tripped and rolled down a hill where he came to a clearing. To his surprise, way out in the woods off from the main road, there was a Pizzeria. It seemed a little too secluded and a bit worn-down for business, but the sound of twigs snapping behind him, Roger gave it no other thought as he got back to his feet and rushed towards the building’s doors.
Still open, good. 
Roger ran inside just as John McClane stepped out of the woods and saw Roger enter through the doors. McClane looked around a moment to survey his location. The road out was to the left, so why head into the building? Well, obvious answer was a place to hide out. As he ran towards the building, he saw the sign above shut down for a moment as the name’s neon sign stuck in his mind for a moment.
“Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzia”
Why did that sound familiar to him? Did he take his kids here before? It was bugging him why this sounded familiar. He shook it off as he opened the door and rushed inside, unaware of the sound of a click behind him as the building’s automatic locking mechanism locked up the doors in the building. John heard it for a moment but the sound of feet shuffling inside caused John to ignore this as he rushed inside…

-11:55PM-



Hank, the new night guard for the run-down pizzeria walked over to his chair in the security office as he took a sip from his coffee. He had a long night ahead and he was certainly going to at least try and be comfortable for the long night ahead. He had calming music playing on his iPod and he was going to main calm, yet vigilant on his first day of the job, despite all the reputation this failing restaurant chain had been receiving in recent memory. 
But just as he had one song playing through his headphones, he looked over on tablet to check the cameras as he saw someone running past one of the cameras in the Main Hall. As he leaned forward to be sure his eyes weren’t fooling him, another man ran past the camera, this time with a gun in hand. 
“Ah geez.” Hank said, putting down his coffee, pulling out the headphones as he plugged it into a charger. He got up and carefully stepped out of the office, taking some precaution as he walked out of his office. He looked around as he shone his flashlight out into the dark. He checked around every corner in each room until he entered the spare parts area, shining the flashlight around the room. He saw power tools, toolboxes, spare parts, extra hydraulics, industrial-sized rubber bands for the animatronics, skeletal poles and the broken body of one of the new animatronics, dubbed ‘Mangles’ by the repair crew, lying on the side of the room in a heap. 

Hank turned around and prepared to head down the hall when the sound of metal clanging caused him to turn around in a flash. A wrench swinging and a hammer lying on the ground was all he saw. He cautiously entered the room as he slowly picked up the hammer, shining the light under the table to make sure nobody was around. He shrugged and eventually put the hammer back as a voice suddenly broke out.

“Hello.”

Hank looked to his side and saw a short animatronic with a gleeful grin on his face, a balloon in his right hand with a sign saying “Balloons!” on his left. Hank looked at little BB with a grin as he jokingly started talking to it.
“Well hi there. What are you doing out? Guess someone forgot to turn you off.” Hank looked over BB for an off switch, the sound of metal rattling behind him. Hank slowly stood up as BB giggled ominously. Hank heard a hissing as he slowly turned around, shining the flashlight behind him for a second before his scream was muffled, dropping the flashlight as it rolled towards BB, who continued to giggle as the light flickered on the flashlight before the light went out, about the same time as Hanks’ muffled screams.

-12:00 AM-

John turned around and looked behind him, thinking he had heard something. Was there someone else here? This place was starting to get to John. A run-down place like this wasn’t looking so cheerful anymore and what bugged him more was his instinct telling him to get out now. Before he could consider that, Roger bolted out of his hiding place as John chased after him. Roger turned and fired off two more rounds towards John before the tell-tale click told Roger he was dry. Roger bolted towards the office as John sprinted after him, colliding into him just as Roger had managed to open the door to the office as John grabbed Roger and rammed him onto the desk, jabbing the barrel of his gun into the back of Roger’s neck.
“Freeze asshole!” John said as he forced Roger to put his hands on the desk as John used his other hand to check for any other weapons.
“Agh! Fuck man, I’m innocent! This is racial profilin-“
“Don’t give me that social justice bullshit, bud. We’ve got seven witnesses who saw you point a gun at a jeweler, shoot him when he pressed the security button and then ran off with- ah-hah.” John pulled out a thick wad of cash from Roger’s coat pocket as he inspected it. “Yeah, $5,000 in cash.”
“That’s mine! You’ve got the wrong man-“ Roger tried to protest as John clamped the handcuffs on his wrists.
“Sure pal, tell that to your lawyer, of course, it’s gonna be hell to make a defense case with the shit you pulled on the highway.” John said, forcing Roger up as he walked him over and grabbed the phone. Strangely, he heard nothing on the other end, no dial tone, no operator giving the time, nothing. 
“Well, guess you’re walking back.” John said as he put the phone down and started to leave the office when the phone finally rang. The both of them stopped and looked back at the phone before looking at each other. “What the hell?” John walked over to pick up the phone. “Hello?” John heard nothing but static on the other end. He slammed the phone down and was about to leave when he phone began to ring again.
“This is a fucked up phone, man.” Roger commented, John didn’t disagree with him, something was seriously wrong with this place, but he just couldn’t place is finger on it. 

Eventually, the phone’s answering machine finally began to record and voice the message.

“Hello? Heeeeeeloooooo! Uhh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled on your first night at the new and improved Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. Uh, now, I want you to forget anything you may have heard about the location, uhh, this building had been left to rot for quite a while, but I want to reassure you, Fazbear Entertainment is committed to family fun and above all, safety. Uhh, the company is still dedicated to assuring it’s public the Bite of Eighty-Seven was a simple mistake on the part of the engineering servos and these machines have been re-programmed to not let that happen again.”

John’s eyes widened as he put a hand to his head to hear “Bite of ’87.”
“Motherfucker!” John yelled aloud as he ran his hand over his head.
“What?!” Roger said looking nervous as John looked around frustrated.
“You ever hear of that kid who got killed by an animatronic when his friends shoved him in it’s mouth?”
“Uhh…sort of, I was in high school back in ’87.”
“Yeah, well guess what, this is the fucking building.”
“Jesus…they’re still open after that shit?!”
“Apparently. Fuck, why didn’t I remember that sooner!” John rubbed his head as the answering machine still droned on.

“But hey, there’s nothing to worry about, you’ll do fine! So, uhh, let’s just focus on getting you through your first week, ok? Uhh, they spent a small fortune on these new animatronics, facial recognition, advanced mobility, they even let them walk around during the day. Isn’t that neat? *ahem* But most importantly, they’re all tied into some kind of criminal database, so they can detect a predator a mile away. Heck, we should be paying them to guard you, heh heh ehh.”

John looked up at Roger, who gulped to hear that as the two looked behind them a moment before looking back to the phone.

“Uh…that being said, no new system’s without it’s…kinks. Uh…you’re only the second guard to work at this location this year, the first guy finished his week, but we switched him over to the day shift, so hey, lucky you, right? Uh…mainly he expressed concern that certain characters seemed to move around at night and even attempted to get into his office. Now from what we know, that should be impossible. Uh, that restaurant should be the safest place on earth. So while our engineers don’t really have an explanation for this, the working theory is that…that the robots were never given a proper “night mode.” So when it gets quiet, they think they’re in the wrong room, so then they go try to find where the people are, and in this case, that’s your office.”

John immediately pulled Roger away from the front of the desk as he kept a vigilant gaze towards the darkness while keeping Roger close by.

“Of course there is one particular glitch in their programming that engineers are still trying to work the kinks out of, uhh, their recognition software doesn’t work that great a night and they won’t recognize you as a person. They’ll- they’ll most like see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that’s against the rules at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, they’ll probably try to…forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Ummm, now that wouldn’t be so bad if the suits themselves weren’t filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area, so you can imagine how having you head forced inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort…and death…Uhh…the only parts of you that would likely see the lift of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth would pop out of the front of the mask…Yeah they don’t tell you these things when you sign up.”

“Oh shit…I’m fucked…” Roger said with a hint of panic in his voice.
“Not on my watch bud…” John said as he checked shone his flashlight on the hallway, finding nothing until something slithered past the doorway down the hall.

“But hey! First day’s will be a breeze, I’ll chat with you tomorrow at 6AM, uhh, check those cameras and use the flashlight only if necessary, you gotta conserve power for your flashlight, if they start being too active just play some music, it might distract them…might not, some of the older models won’t fall for it…uhh, but hey, don’t worry about it, see you on the flip side!”

With that, as soon as the message ended, a low laugh echoed across the entire building as Roger began shaking, John looked at his watch, Midnight. Gun in hand, John took a deep breath as he hardened himself for what was to come.
“All right…come get some…” John said under his breath.

-FIGHT!-

“Come on. Stay close” John said, holding his gun forward and his flashlight next to his gun as he carefully shone the light in each room as they carefully tread forward.
“What the hell are you doing? Shouldn’t we stay in there?!” Roger said in his building panic.
“Any restaurant should have a fire escape, we’ll have better luck getting out of there than staying in here.” John said cooly as he checked every party room as the two stayed close, Roger whimpering from the sounds of the old building creaking. Without warning, a sound caused the two to jump and look back as they saw a coffee mug left on the desk now on the floor in pieces and, more alarming, a yellow leg climbing into the ventilation shaft on the end of the room John had failed to notice.
“Fuck this! I’m a dead man! I’m a dead man!” Roger yelled as he ram forward into the darkness.
“Goddamn it! Stay close!” John yelled at him as he followed behind, a blood-curdling scream cause John to sprint as he ran around the corner finding, to his shock, a large yet aging brown bear animatronic stood there, holding Roger in the air by it’s metallic skeletal hands with a few fingers with it’s brown silicone fingers still holding on. Roger kept screaming in terror as John stood there in shock and disbelief to be seeing an animatronic picking up a full-grown man. Roger continued to scream aloud as Freddy picked him up, widening his mouth as he shoved his head in halfway before slamming his jaw down, the sounds of bones cracking and wet meat and blood splattering in his jaw as an eruption of blood leaked out of the gaps in his teeth, dripping down his mouth onto his chest, arms and the floor below as Roger’s legs twitched uncontrollably.

John stood there for another moment until Freddy dropped Roger to the side, stared at John for a moment with his big white eyes until he opened his mouth and let the top half of Roger’s head fall to the floor with a sickening wet crunch. Terror taking control, John just bolted past Freddy as he desperately searched for an exit. He entered the main playroom as the stage lights came to life, just as John ran past the corner entrance to this room, a chicken animatronic with dark eyes and a cupcake stepped into view, screaming horribly as John narrowly avoided being grabbed by it’s free hand as John ran but found his escape blocked by a rotting animatronic with rabbit ears but a metallic face with teeth as it held it’s arm out to grab John, screeching loudly. John immediately skidded to a stop as he bolted towards the stage, stopped yet again as another bear animatronic, though more advanced and more preserved leapt out towards John, screeching with a voice that sounded like a blood-curdling scream of a child. 
BAM! 
BAM!
John fired two shots in his panic as the bear fell to John’s side, only to pick it’s head up as John ran back towards the exit, only for the older Freddy model with blood still dripping from his mouth as he reached up to grab John. John looked around as he slipped out of Freddy’s reach and avoiding Toy Chica as he ran towards the direction of the kitchen. But no sooner did John open the door did a the original Chica model come screaming right towards John with it’s mouth wide open, looking at the ready to bite at John. John nearly slipped at this sight as he ran back, seeing the animatronics converge on him, he fired off several rounds in his panic.
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
In his panic, he wasn’t even sure if any of them were hitting. Some of the animatronics staggered from being hit but they relatively kept moving towards him. John desperately looked around as he kept over a child’s bucking bronco as he ran towards a room labeled “Kid’s Cove,” no sooner did John open the sheet, a red fox with a hook for a hand lunged right towards him, causing John to fall back as the red fox began gnawing at his right arm with it’s metallic sharp teeth. 

“Jesus Christ! Get off me!!” John fought off Foxy as he managed to get it off of him but Foxy held onto John’s arm, forcing John to slip out of his jacket as Foxy’s teeth hadn’t penetrated through the leather, shaking the jacket like a dog with a toy as John saw the animatronics coming closer towards him. He quickly looked around until he saw one part of the room that looked like a door. Thinking fast, John grabbed a chair as he rushed towards the door, ramming the chair into Toy Chica, throng her to the ground as John rushed into the room labeled “Prizes!” before slamming the door shut on the animatronics. John too a quick look around as he found another chair, thinking fast, John braced the edge of the chair against the door handle, just as he set it in place, the door shook as the sound of groaning and pounding on the door made it obvious they were trying to get inside. John stepped back a moment, breathing heavily as he wisely pulled out the ammo clip in his gun to check the remaining bullets in his gun.
Seven left. 
He placed it back in and cocked the gun as he paced around in the room trying to wrap his head around this.
“Oh John, what the fuck are you doing? How the fuck did you get into this shit??” John said under his breath as he tried to ignore the music box behind him playing as John’s heart was beating harder than a drum from what just happened. “Why didn’t you do anything John? Why the fuck didn’t you stop that thing from eating him John?! Cause then you’d be dead too, asshole!” John McClane criticized himself as he paced in place, too stressed to noticed the music box on the counter wired into the wall slowing down to a stop. 

The pounding on the door continued as John looked around at his environment. Some cheap prizes for the sugar-high brats, toy airplanes, candy, and some masks of these animatronics, nothing useful as a weapon, but he could potentially hide behind the display counter and keep himself braced there until they broke through and shoot them as they walked in. It wasn’t much of a plan, but it was better than just standing here. John leapt over the counter and buckled down, gun at the ready until he heard a creaking sound behind him. John turned, pointing the flashlight towards this large present box sitting in the room that had, since he entered, had been just sitting there. But only now did he notice it had opened a crack as a pair of black hollow eyes was looking right towards him. 
John stared back as his gut feeling told him something bad was going to come out of that.
Without warning, one of the Animatronic’s pounding cracked the door as John turned his attention to the door as he heard a loud creak and a screech as John turned back in time to see white face with purple lines running down the sides of his face leaping right towards him.
“SHIT!!” John yelled aloud as he opened fire on the screeching puppet leaping towards him.
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
The first shot missed, the second struck right in the puppet’s left eye, the third struck dead center in his face as the puppet crashed into the displays above John, causing Freddy Masks to fall onto John at the same moment the door had been broken into, the chair flying towards the counter, causing John to fall onto his back as another Freddy mask fell onto his face. John was about to lean up and shoot until he froze, looking through the holes in the mask as Toy Bonnie and Chica entered the room. McClane laid there, perfectly still, holding his breath in terror as they slowly shuffled into the room, the sounds of their feet and the smell of decay filling the room. McClane didn’t know it, but wearing the mask that fell on him had messed with their recognition software as they failed to even realize McClane was hiding behind the counter. To them, he was just another disabled animatronic.

They stood there, turning their attention to the deceased puppet mask that had been dislodged from Puppet as McClane shot it, their eyesight directly at McClane as John laid there, not bold enough to move a muscle with the four bullets he had left in his clip, especially with the others outside. He laid there praying they would move on and go. The sound of groaning between the two occurred for a moment until Freddy stepped through the door, pushing aside the broken door. 

“Did you find him?” Freddy’s voice sounded old, it sounded like sandpaper being dragged through the throat of a heavy smoker baritone.
“No…he’s gone…” Chica responded. It’s voice sounded like an old woman who had been strangled, it’s voice slowly withering away to silence, the sounds of creaking from it’s broken jaw as it spoke.
“Puppet is dead…he could not have gone far…” Toy Bonnie spoke, it’s voice sounding like a muffled child who had just woken up and was tired, but irritable, as it’s eyes gazed over McClane laying there before looking to Freddy.
“Spread out…block the exits…he cannot be allowed to escape…”
Freddy said as the two gave hissing groans of approval as they shuffled out of the room and left. Once McClane was certain they were gone, he finally breathed out a sigh of relief as he laid his head back, pushing the mask off his face, breathing hard.
“Oh John…what the fuck did you get yourself into?…”

JOHN McCLANE - 1
ANIMATRONICS - 11

-1:00AM-

John took some time to recollect himself as he checked over his supplies on hand.
His gun had four bullets left in the clip, with two spare magazines on his belt, his cell phone had no use as he and found there was no signal to pick up in this area and he left the radio in his police car so he couldn’t call for back-up to break him out. Everything else he had on hand was standard issue police equipment. John reasoned with himself the most rational course of action was to continue to locate a fire escape, hopefully one that hadn’t been locked off by these metal bastards, if not, his best bet was to hold up somewhere secluded where they wouldn’t find him and wait until 6AM like the guy on the phone said.
He checked his watch; 1AM, damn, five hours to go. John took a deep breath as he slowly peaked out of the room he was hiding, staying low to avoid detection.

He saw near the stage Toy Bonnie and Toy Freddy standing around before they eventually moved back down towards the hall. John carefully stepped out as he moved towards the kitchen area. But just as he approached the door, out stepped another animatronic, one larger and more rusted over than the others, and looking all the more haunting from his decay. John nearly slipped a word out as he quickly ducked behind an arcade machine, keeping his gun close if it found him while keeping his face close to the edge to look over. 
This thing was radically different than all the others; it was dirty, broken, hell, it barely even resembled any of the others, more like a hodgepodge of the others but was abandoned when it was clearly not worth it’s metal. It made a groaning hiss as it turned it’s head with a creak towards John’s direction. Even from this distance, John could smell this rank stench of rust and grease with the sounds of joints creaking as it shuffled towards John. John readied his weapon as it moved closer towards him, John’s nerves on full stand-by to make or break this. But just as the Springtrap moved right where John could get a shot at him, it stopped as it turned to see Toy Chica walk into the room. Springtrap gave a snarling hiss towards the chicken animatronic, causing it to turn and leave. Using this chance, John quickly moved away from his hiding spot and moved towards the other games and fun equipment for more options to hide. Springtrap, however, turned his head in time to see John’s leg as he snarled and shuffled towards John, shoving aside a large plastic toy horse to see no one there. Springtrap hissed as he gave a low ominous chuckle as he shuffled through the games and children’s rides. He soon started to speak in a voice that sounded as old and as dead as his body, but with a hint of dark intention in his tone…

“All around the mulberry bush…” Springtrap began slowly, darting his large illuminated eyes left and right for any sign of the intruder. “…the monkey chased the weasel…” John crawled away from his hiding spot as Springtrap heard the shuffling and turned his attention towards the source of the sound and moved towards it, his teeth showing.“…The monkey thought “twas all in good fun…” Springtrap continued before he quickly grabbed the toy car ride and leaned it back with a snarl as he looked over calling out “POP!”
Nothing was there. Springtrap hissed as it put down the ride and slowly shuffled down towards the ball pit, continuing his song in his chilling tone.
“Half a pound of tuppenny rice…” It gazed around at the ball pit and saw something behind it, his teeth forming into a grin as he shuffled towards the form, “…half a pound of treacle…” he shuffled closer as he saw this figure had some form, he moved closer with his arms extended. “Mix it up and make it nice…” With that, Springtrap lunged forward and grabbed the figure in the shadows “POP!”
To Springtrap’s surprise, it wasn’t a human, but a cheap doll wrapped in a jacket with a shredded sleeve. As it gave a frustrated groan, a noise suddenly broke the silence.



The merry-go-round on the other side of the room started spinning as it’s recorded carousel music started playing. Springtrap stared at the machine for a while before he dropped the toy and shuffled over to the merry-go-round. Toy Bonnie poked it’s head out around the corner to the noise, Springtrap loudly growled at the animatronic, causing Toy Bonnie to quickly duck it’s head back around the corner and leave, Springtrap was feared in the building for his violent temper and controlling authority, but even he paled in comparison to the real threat that laid in the building…
Springtrap approached the ride as he saw nothing inside or anybody even on the ride. He stared through the spinning poles attached to mini horses for a while, as though a memory from before was trying to resurface. He ignored this and shuffled around to locate the power mechanism to this device. He located it and shut it down as the horses and music soon started to slow down to a halt. Once they both had stopped, a new sound was heard as the sound of a gun clicking could be heard from behind Springtrap.
“Pop goes the weasel, asshole.” The male voice from behind said. Springtrap tried to turn his head but he could at least see by the corner of his eye a man with a gun in his hand and a scowl on his face looking back at him.
“…What do you even hope to accomplish…human?…” Springtrap responded with a hiss.
“Getting the fuck out of here, that’s what.” John responded, keeping his gun on Springtrap’s head, Springtrap only growled to hear this.
“Nnnnnnooooo….”



“Nnnnooooooo…you cannot leave…no one can leave…I won’t let you…I FORBID IT!” Springtrap growled as he swung his arm backward, knocking John’s arm away as a round fired from John’s Beretta, hitting the ceiling.
BAM!
Before John could back off and fire again, Springtrap spun around and grabbed John by his neck as he picked John up and slammed him into the merry-go-round, causing John to drop his gun from the blow as Springtrap growled at him.
“YOUR BODY WILL ROT IN HERE LIKE ALL THE REST!!!” Springtrap yelled as he tossed John onto a party table, John slid off it and landed on top of a kid chair, breaking it as soon as he fell on top of it. John groaned in pain as Springtrap shuffled over and grabbed John again. This time, John grabbed the leg of the broken chair and slammed Springtrap across the face with it, several of his teeth falling out as John swung again, this time, Springtrap grabbed John’s arm and picked John up over his head and slamming him down onto the table before picking him up and slamming him onto the party table right next to him. John vocally groaned in pain as Springtrap then picked John up again and held him in front of his decaying face.
“I AM THE DOORKEEPER! I GO WHEN I SAY YOU CAN GO!” Springtrap threw John across and rammed him into a Whack-A-Mole game as the machine blinked up with the words “New High Score!” while John slid off the console, his hand on his back. “AND I SAY YOU CAN GO WHEN YOU’RE DEAD AND ROTTING IN A BONNIE SUIT!!!” 

John groaned as he picked himself up from the ground, Springtrap approached him as John curled up a fist and rammed it into Springtrap’s chest, his fist breaking through the decomposing silicone and aluminum exterior as John felt metallic crossbeams, wires and something softer inside. Springtrap looked down at the hole in his chest as John pulled out his hand finding it covered with a nasty-smelling fluid that smelled of corroded metal and blood mixed with oil. Springtrap growled as he back-handed John across the room, so hard in fact, it nearly broke it’s own arm off to do so as John groaned from the trashing. John shook his head from the blow as he looked over and saw his gun in arm’s reach. John reached out and managed to touch the barrel before Springtrap came up, grabbed John by his neck and slammed him up against the wall, growling as he did.
“PATHETIC! WEAK! STUPID! HUMAN!!” Springtrap insulted as he slammed John repeatedly into the wall, John’s left hand trying to loosen Springtrap’s grip while his right reached around for a blunt instrument before feeling around on his service belt. “You humans are all the same…weak and frightened…always trying to run away or stand there when mortal doom stands right in front of you…too cowardly to even fight back to save your life…” Springtrap started laughing/groaning as he started squeezing his fingers around John’s neck. “…next time…bring more than a firearm to save yourself with-“ 
At that moment, John’s right hand pulled out a taser as he jammed the end into the open hole in Springtrap’s chest before he pulled on the trigger, wires fired inside, shooting out a vast array of electricity, the result of which caused Springtrap to shake uncontrollably as his fingers loosened around John’s neck as he groaned from the shocking attack before his servos finally shut down froth overload, causing him to fall on his back as John stood there, panting heavily while rubbing his neck.
“Thanks for the advice…”

THE ANIMATRONICS - 10

“Right…let’s check under the hood…” John quipped as he used his multi-tool and flipped a knife to pry the head off the animatronic. The sight caused John to drop his jaw in shock, he was not expecting to see this. “What the fuck?…” John saw the decomposing corpse of a man, his bottom half of his jaw was all bone while the majority of his upper jaw up to his eyebrows looked like they had been eaten away by time with the metal crossbeams that were rammed into his cheeks and head. His nose was gone, exposing a bloody hole of the skull where the nostrils would be for the skull. His eyelids were another story, his left eye was reddened and dry and had nothing covering it, but the other eye had something left of an eyelid, but was so corroded it barely seemed to matter.
Whoever this was, it had died years ago.

As John got to his feet, he heard shuffling as he looked up in time to see Chica lunging towards him, screeching as it did. Thinking fast, John grabbed Springtrap’s faceplate and held it up just as Chica landed on top of him, with John holding the mask in Chica’s mouth, keeping it away from biting down on John. As John struggled to keep Chica’s mouth away from him, John reached over to grab the barrel of his gun as he rammed the butt of his pistol into Chica’s head, causing it to fall off as John got to his feet, trapping Chica in a headlock as he rammed the butt of his gun into it’s face.
“Motherfucker I’m gonna kill you!!” John yelled out as he slammed the gun into it’s face. “I’m gonna fuckin’ cook you! Then I’m gonna fuckin’ eat you!!” John yelled aloud as he continued his brand of police brutality on a children’s entertainer.
Before he could finish it off, the screeching of the other animatronics caught John’s attention as he realized they were ganging up on him. Looking around, John saw the closest exit was “Kids’ Cove.” Seeing his chance, John rammed Chica’s head into the claw machine right next to him as he let it go of Chica’s neck and bolted towards the curtains. However, once he got inside, he realized there were no exits here either.
“Shit!” John said as he looked around drastically before something caught his eye.

Freddy pulled back on the curtains of Kid’s Cove as he was joined by Toy Bonnie and Foxy along with Chica, who now bore a large dent in it’s head and a broken eye.
“…he’s gone…” Toy Bonnie said in a wisp. Before Freddy could respond, the sound of metal clanging caught their attention as they looked up and saw the air vent above was open as Freddy looked to the others.
“He’s in the vents…you…” Freddy pointed to Toy Bonnie. “…after him…” Toy Bonnie nodded as it crawled up into the vent after him, Foxy looked to Freddy.
“Why send him up there? Mangles is already sleeping in the vents…”
“I’d rather have a corpse intact than a blood bag…” Freddy replied as they left the room, with Foxy looking at the vents, listening as Bonnie’s feet finally got inside…

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