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"I can't take much of more of this!" Rosy screamed at the top of her lungs. "Why must I keep coming back? Why must I see so many innocent people die?"
"Sheesh." Mike said. "You keep to calm down."
"Can you not be an asshole for like two minutes please?" I asked, going over to Rosy.
"Hey, it's okay." I said. "Everything's okay. Everything will be okay once this is all over."
"No it won't." She said, sniffling. "Everyone will still be dead."
"Yeah but the one who makes it out in the end gets to stop Bree." I said. "Is that what you want?"
"That's all I wanted really." She said. "I'm sick of so many people getting murdered because of her. She needs to be stopped."
"That's the spirit." I said. "Now come on. It's six AM. Let's get the hell out of here."
"Wait."
A voice in the doorway startled me. That's when I saw Ellanore standing in the doorway.
"What the hell do you want?" Mike asked.
"Yeah." Rosy said, getting up from the ground. I did the same. "What he said."
"We don't want to deal with your shit tonight okay?" I said. "We just want to get the fuck out of here."
She stepped into the office and continued to look at us.
"I'm not under Bree's control." She whispered. "I never was. I was just pretending."
"Then why the hell are you even here?"
I whispered.
"Because it's all a part of my revenge." She said. "She killed the one I loved not once, but twice."
"You mean..."
"Yes." She said. "Astro and I had a thing going on the last time Bree killed people. I'm sure he told you. He really missed me."
"He did." I said, recalling Astro's breakdown one night.
"Surprise motherfuckers!"
We all screamed when we saw Bree in the doorway. She was holding a knife in her hand and it appears that she drew cat whiskers on her face.
"Master!" Ellanore said in surprise, trying to act like she was under her control. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Save it bitch." Bree said, stepping into the room and putting the knife just inches away from Ellanore's neck. "You think I didn't fucking hear what you just said? You think that I was too busy drawing cat whiskers on my face to listen to you?"
"Yes." Ellanore squeaked in complete fear.
"Well, you thought wrong." Bree said, bringing the knife even closer. "You're gonna be sorry you ever defied me. Hope you have fun with your lover boy."
And, just like that, Bree stabbed the knife straight into Ellanore's throat. It all happened so fast, it was hard to believe that it actually happened. Time seemed to slow down when the knife first made contact with the flesh and it slowed down even more when the blood spilled and Ellanore fell to the ground, her head separated from her body.
Holding the bloody knife up high, Bree looked at us with a look of pure evil.
"Who's next?" She asked.
We all ran out the other door and none of us ever looked back.
"The cat whiskers come from within!" Bree called after us.
We didn't even listen. I let Mike and Rosy run outside first before I did the same and slammed the doors shut behind me.
"Holy shit." Mike said. "What the fuck just happened?"
"Bree murdered someone right in front of our fucking eyes, that's what happened!" I said. "Now, come on, let's just get the fuck out of here!"
"You don't have to tell me twice!" Rosy said.

*****

I settled into bed that night, knowing that it was going to be hell to fall asleep. Everytime I closed my eyes, I kept seeing Bree stab Ellanore.
Then, I heard my door slowly creak open.
I held my breath as I heard footsteps approach my bed. Time seemed to stop once more as two hazel looked over me. Below those hazel eyes were cat whiskers and a sharp knife.
"Shh!"
I recognized the voice. Bree.
"It's pretty easy to sneak into your house." She whispered. She was close to my face that I could feel her warm breath on me. Her breath smelled minty. "All you gotta do is pick the lock and be oh so quiet."
I tried to scream but a voice wouldn't come out. Bree chuckled at my attempt to scream and continued to ramble.
"Hush now." She said, placing one of her hands on my face. My eyes widened as I realized that these hands belonged to a girl that killed so many innocents. "You wouldn't want me to kill you, would you?"
I shook my head, still unable to speak.
"That's what I thought." She said, grabbing one of my arms. "Let me do I want and if you tell anyone what I've done, you've got terrible things coming."
I still couldn't scream, even when she cut into my arm and watched the blood seep out. Once enough had gotten out, she started drinking it.
"Are you a vampire?" I croaked.
"Shh!" She said, blood running down the corners of her mouth. "And no, I'm not a vampire. I just really like the taste of blood."
She made another small wound and sucked blood out of it. She did this until they were about twenty cuts on my arm and when the entire lower half of her face was covered in blood. My blood.
"Let's get you fixed up." She said, putting Band-Aids over every single one of my cute. "And remember, you didn't get these from me."
I nodded, and she gave me one last look before heading out of my room.

*****

"What happened to your arm?" Rosy asked, looking at my left arm, which was still covered in Band-Aids.
It was like I could feel Bree staring at me.
"Shh!" She said in my head.
"I fell off my bike." I said. "I took a pretty bad fall."
"No kidding." Mike said.
Suddenly, the doors to the pizzeria opened and instead of Ellanore, Bree stepped out. The cat whiskers on her face were fading away.
"Hello everyone." She said. "It's real nice to let you guys in. Usually I'm the genius behind the phone. But tonight I am that and also I am the one who welcomes you to these wonderful place."
We all stayed dead silent.
"What's the silence for?" She asked. "Come on in. I won't bite."
I rolled my eyes and walked inside. As I walked in, Bree smirked at me and then disappeared.
"Why did she look at you like that?" Rosy asked me as we made our way to the office to face the sixth night in this stupid ass hellhole.
"I don't know." I said. "She's turned more psycho."
"I agree." Mike said, making a turn and entering the office. Rosy and I did the same.

The phone call came as soon as we entered. I swear, it was like she was watching us (Which she most likely was).
"Hello again. Miss me? I hope you did because I'm back better than ever. As you know, my slave disobeyed me and I had to...take care of her. As you saw by my display last night. I would apologize for it but I honestly have no regrets about it. I never have and I never will. And I have no regrets about who's going to die tonight. Have fun while it lasts."
The call ended and I literally dove for the cameras. Bonnie and Chica were already gone and Foxy was already peeking out of his curtain.
"Damn it." I said. "This isn't looking so good."
"What's the stitch?" Mike asked. He had taken over the duty of the right door, while Rosy was on the left.
"Bonnie and Chica already left the stage so they might try and pay us a visit pretty soon here, Foxy's already peeking out of his curtain, and Freddy's still on the stage, but he's looking straight into the camera. And I don't like it."
I heard the left door close. I was surprised that Rosy didn't scream. Then again, she's been through six nights of this. All three of us here have.
Hahahaha
I could hear Freddy's twisted laugh. I checked the stage camera and sure enough, he was gone. I switched over to the party room camera and saw his distant white eyes staring evilly into the camera.

I decided to check on Foxy and saw his figure getting ready to sprint for the door. I warned Rosy of this and she told me that she was ready.
I went off the pirate cove camera and then went back on. The sign in front of Foxy's curtain read "It's Me" instead of "Sorry, out of order". Why the hell did it change?
"Close the door Rosy!" I said. "Foxy's looking for a first mate!"
I heard the left door close and quickly switched over to the west hall camera and saw Foxy run down the hall. I put the camera down and listened as he pounded on the door in a desperate attempt to get in.
"Ha!" Rosy said. "No first mate for you!" She opened the door and I immediately heard the right door close.
"Damn it Chica!" Mike said. "Why you gotta come here and want some goddamn pizza?"
"What the hell does pizza go to do with a chicken?" I asked.
"Nothing." He said. "I'm just trying to lighten the mood here."
I shrugged and went over to the west hall camera. There was a poster of a golden version of Freddy.
"That wasn't there before." I said.
"What?" Rosy asked. "What wasn't there before?"
I moved out of the way so that the both of them could see what I was talking about without having them move away from the doors.
"What is that?" Mike asked.
"It looks like a golden version of Freddy." Rosy said.
"Guys, close both of the doors." I said. "I don't know what this guy's going to do. Bree didn't say anything about him."
I waited until both of the doors were closed until closing out of the camera. My heart nearly stopped when a lifeless golden bear suddenly appeared in the office.
"How did it get in here?" Mike asked. "Both of the doors were closed."
Suddenly, my vision was filled with the head of the golden bear staring at me. His white pupils burned into my soul and I could feel a hand close around my throat and the vision of the bear slowly faded away.