Trigger warning on the last paragraph. I won't say what it is but I think you can tell before it happens. But please tell me if I do need to specify what it is.

I might rewrite this chapter as well. I don't know. So if it randomly gets republished that's why.
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I stroke the matted, dirty golden fur of Spring Bonnie, smiling at the job I have just finished. With the suits destroyed, there will be no more evidence to convict me of mass murder. With any luck, they'll still be tied to this place so we can still be a family. I will take care of them.

"Rest now" I mumble to the rabbit, kissing his plastic nose before going to leave. However, 7 kids block the door, their transparent figures still resembling the day that they died. 4 bear stab wounds to their chests, limbs and throat. Jeremy bears the wounds from animatronic parts, with deep wounds around his eyes. I had stuffed him alive so he died a slow and painful death. Sammy has dark, handshaped bruises around his neck from when I strangled him, and Charlie bears similar marks, though not as prominent as that's not how she died.

"You're a monster!"

"How can you live with yourself?"

"Dad trusted you"

"We trusted you"

"What do they think of you?"

"We were just kids"

"Why did you do this?"

I step back "Stop it!"

"We'll never be your family"

I turn away, covering my ears to try and block out their voices. It almost feels like I'm going crazy. They're just dead kids, what can they do? I'm not scared. Why would I be scared?

"Daddy..."

My heart skips a beat, and I slowly turn back towards the children to see Norman. It's a gruesome sight. His forehead is slightly misshapen, and blood still stains his entire face and the striped shirt he always wore.

"Daddy I'm scared"

I feel myself moving towards him, wanting to comfort him like I had failed to do before. But my son just backs away into Charlie's arms.

"You scare me"

I say nothing, my heart stinging in my chest. It's just a trick. They're not real. They're not real. I back away again, then an idea springs into my head. I can scare them off with Spring Bonnie!

Quickly, I slip it on and I feel myself change. William always goes away when I'm inside; it's like I'm a different person.

I laugh, standing in front of them unafraid, until I hear it. A loud, familiar snap ringing through the room like a gunshot.

The springlocks pierce my skin once again, and I scream out in agony as they tear through flesh and organs. Blood fills my throat, drowning my screams. I collapse to the floor shaking helplessly, watching the children stand before me with unsympathetic faces.

This time there's no one to save me.

My vison blurs, and my last living memory fades with my victims standing by.

Jeremy wakes up unbothered by the dream and sighs. He doesn't want to go to work today after what happned yesterday, but he has to get rid of William before he manages to escape. He knows that the company are getting ready to fire him, so he has to work fast. They probably know more about this then they're letting on.

Forcing himself out of bed, Jeremy gets ready for work and checks the time. It's a few hours earlier than he'd usually leave, but that's good as he doesn't want people to see the wounds on his face. It also gives him more time to come up with a plan. As he goes to leave, he hesitates and looks back towards his bed. He walks back over to retrieve an item from under his bed, and puts it in his pocket before leaving.

Jeremy arrives at work and heads straight to the testing room, making sure to avoid anyone who may be in. He thought about confronting Dale again, but he's sure that Dale won't listen. It will just be another reason to be fired.

He sits on the floor, trying to think of how he could get rid of William. He could try and delete him from the code, but he seems like more of a virus than a coded part of the game. It would probably be hard to find him. He doesn't even know how he would find him. Jeremy can't destroy the game, and he doesn't have enough authority to edit the files anyway.

Fustrated, he sighs and starts to pace around trying to think of what to do. But no ideas come to mind and he's left with one option. To go in, confront him, and improvise. It's not the best plan, but its all he has. There has to be a way inside the game to delete him. Perhaps the monitor has a button, or an option. Its farfetched and risky, but what else can he do?

Jeremy takes his phone out of his pocket, and texts Lewis to ask about checking the code for an abnormality or virus. He then texts Kellen with a message that sounds scarily similar to a goodbye.

Hesitantly, Jeremy puts on the headset and prepared himself for the worst. The dining area leads up, and Jeremy is met with an uncanny silence, with no golden bunny present. That's strange...he's usually here.

He wonders if William is behind the curtains again, but then suddenly he's grabbed from behind. An arm wraps around his neck and another around his chest. He cries out in shock, as William holds him tightly in his grip. "I'm so glad you came back Jeremy. I'm sorry I have to do this"

Jeremy is thrown down onto the floor, and doesn't have enough time to react as William pounces on him, pinning him to the floor by his shoulders so he can't escape. He struggles helplessly under the bunny, but can't get free. "Get off! No!"

"Don't worry. This shouldn't hurt" William says uncaringly, as the suits eyes seem to glow.

"No No! You can't to this! I can't let you!" He screams struggling more. His heart races loudly in his ears, as he realises that theres only one thing he can do to stop this monster getting out.

Jeremy struggles to move his arm in the real world, but he manages to take the gun out of his pocket and place it in his mouth, before pulling the trigger.