Bacon Man's POV

"Then let's take this outside!" Sammy shouted.

Before I knew it, we were teleport outside the Breakfast town.

"How the?" Hank asked, looking around.

"I've been practicing," Sally Spagehti said, rolling her eyes.

"3....2....1!" Sammy shouted, launching at me first. I dodged, kicking him in the back. He stumbled down, falling on his belly. I was then pushed forward by Riley, getting kicked in the face by Sam.

"No!" My friends shouted.

I gripped my nose, for it was bleeding.

"Give up already?" Sammy asked, walking in front of me.

I growled, punching him straight in the face. I then quickly turned around, kicking both Riley and Sam.

"You jerk!" Turista shouted, swinging her foot at me. I jumped forward and then launched myself at her. Pushing her to the ground.

"Get away from my sis!" Harold shouted, punching me in the face, then where my cut was.

The bandages fell off, making my arm bleed.

"Just stop!" Waffle Woman shouted, kicking at the rope.

"And die! No way!" I protested back, punching Harold in the chest.

There was now only Sammy, Sam, Cloey, and Sally left to take down!

I felt a sharp object dig into the leg, making me fall. I looked up and saw Sammy with his sword.

"Now you're done?"

I gripped my leg as I stood up, trying to ignore the pain.

"I think he's done?" Cloey asked, pointing the gun at me.

"I suppose, end him," Sammy ordered.

I looked at the ground and sighed.

"Fine, but, can I have one request?"

"What bacon?" Sally asked, helping all the others.

"You kill me, and my friends go?"

They all thought about it, but then shook their heads. "Or, you live and they die?"

I shook my head, "I'll take the bullet."

"Anything else?" Cloey asked, slowly putting her finger on the tigger.

I nodded and limped over to Pancake Pal.

"No, you can't go!" He shouted, crying.

I hesitated, but gave him a light kiss on the cheek.

"It's better than you dying."

He blushed, but still cried.

I limped back to my original spot, ready to feel the pain of the bullet.

"Ready," Sammy said. Cloey aiming right for my heart. "Set!"

"Fire!"