Dylin's PoV

I lucked out on kids this time. Twins for the bears. The brown haired one had piercing blue eyes, while the blond's were steely grey. My crimson eyes locked with the brunette's, fear running through his as a smile crept into my face.

"A-Are you going to kill us, too?" He asked from behind his brother. I smiled at him.

"Of course," I said, knife gleaming as I extracted it from my rear belt loop. Fear clouded his eyes as he began to back away. I sighed, grabbing his wrist. "Ah, ah, ah. The more you struggle or attempt to get away from me, the more pain you'll be in." He looked me in the eyes, nodding solemnly. I nodded in affirmation, raising the knife.

"No!" The blond's voice broke the tension. I turned to look him.

"You'll get your turn. Just wait." Impatience hinted in my voice. He shook his head.

"No!" I ignored him, turning back to his brother, who looked to be slightly confused. I raised the knife again, reveling in the squelching noise it made after contact. The boys' screams echoed throughout the room, never making it past the door. Both tones, pain and anguish rang in my ears as I continued to stab the brunette twin. A psychopathic grin twisted across my face as the light faded from his eyes. Glancing at my knife, I let my grin widen even more as I pulled the blade across his throat. Severing his carotid artery left him for death in five minutes. I picked up his body, setting it beside the Freddy suit before turning back to the golden haired boy.

"For causing so much trouble, I think you deserve a special death," I stated, tapping my fingers against my chin.

"No!" He yelled. I rolled my eyes. The kid must have a favorite word.

"Can't you say anything else?"

"No!" I groaned in irritation. Screw 'special death'. I just wanted this kid to shut up. I tossed my knife to the side, grasping his throat in my hands, cutting off his air supply. I watched in satisfaction as he turned blue, closing his eyes. He gasped for breath once more, before murmuring. "It's me..."

Furrowing my eyebrows, I looked at the kid. 'It's me'? What the hell even...? Never mind that. I stuck him in the golden suit, his brother in the Freddy suit. There. All done. I stepped back, looking at the five suits with a proud look on my face. It lingered for a moment before fading, the realization of what I'd done fully sinking in. I'd killed kids, and for what purpose? To create a legacy in this shithole I work at? To be remembered indirectly for decades as the Fazbear Murderer? I sank to the floor, pulling my knees close. I couldn't believe what I'd done. I'd murdered for my own selfish views. Left families childless because I was an asshole. How could I plan something like this?