Mike sat against a wall in the corner, holding his head in his hands and crying. "Why...... why me....." tears dripped on the ground. "I-It's not fair....... this isn't f-fair.........." Chris started to pace, trying to get someone to answer the phone. "I'm so fucking scared............" "E-Everything's going to be alright, d-don't you worry." "It keeps saying it's a demon.........." Chris nodded his head. [Get the knife, before it's too late....~] "Why is everything so fucked up......" [I said get the knife, Mikey~] Mike's eyes turned black, getting up and walking into the kitchen. [W-What's your name, a-anyway?] he grabbed the knife. [................you can call me...........any name you want........~] "FUCK, nobody will answer the damn phone!" "I-I can't kill him! I-I can't kill Chris......" he dropped the knife again. Chris tried to call Scott, then. "Hi, Scott......" "..........what do you want?" "I was wondering if you could help me with something...."

".......uh.........okay, what is it?" "Your pizzaria fucking made Michael insane, and you're going to help me fix it if you like it or not......" he said coldly. "How am I supposed to help with that?" "I don't know, but you are..... he's possessed by some fucking demon of yours...." ".........................why not do a fucking exorcism for fucks sake?" "Why didn't YOU do that for the animatronics?" "I have my sick ways....." "Fine, but listen here, you. Are. Going. To. Help. Me." "Okay, okay." He sighed. Meet me in the pizzaria at night..... okay?" "Sounds good to me." "Okay..."

(And I fucked up my whole book OWO *lays on ground* *cries*)