‟What's the sound coming from the kitchen?”

Willry, William POV

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Henry walked through the red double doors, stepping onto the black and white tiled floors. He had come to Freddy's because he remembered he forgot something. Now, where's that darn wrench? he thought, walking into the dining area, then to Parts & Service. He pushed open the large, black door and stepped inside.

"Ah-ah there it is!" Henry exclaimed, picking up a wrench on the table in the middle of the room. He walked out of the room and headed into the dining area once again. But then he smelled something from the kitchen and heard a fryer. Pork? Chicken? Who would even be cooking this late?

It was 12:34 A.M. at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. The atmosphere was unsettlingly still, tainted by a disgusting odor—grease mingled with something far worse. Henry Emily moved cautiously through the shadows, his heart racing with anxiety. Panic washed over him as he identified that nauseating scent.

Then, he imagined you. Trembling hands pressed a victim's head into the sizzling fryer. Oil spat and hissed, producing a sinister soundtrack for the night. Suddenly, screams shattered the uneasy silence, reverberating off the grimy walls—a chilling chorus that sent shivers down Henry's spine. Your face remained expressionless. You didn’t blink while observing the writhing figure. Those cries dwindled, giving way to a horrifying quiet. Blood seeped out, merging with the oil, creating a grotesque spectacle. A twisted sense of satisfaction crossed your face as he envisioned the horrific meal you were crafting.

Henry braced himself, fighting the urge to retch. If only the customers knew what they were truly consuming. Now, you wore a smirk, gazing at the ruined visage—a grotesque mask of fried flesh, a mere mockery of humanity. With a casual grunt, you slammed the body onto the table, the sound echoing like a grim death knell. As you reached for the butcher knife, its blade glimmered in the flickering lights. Each chop you commenced was a sickening reminder of your transformation. You muttered something under your breath, a trace of disgust creeping into your voice.

Suddenly, a creak interrupted the night’s ghastly routine. The heavy door swung open, thickening the tension in the air. Who would dare venture into this nightmare? You knew the place was closed; you had made that clear. Stepping out of the shadows, he revealed himself.

Your eyes widened in shock. This was not the encounter you anticipated. Henry felt the weight of chaos simmering just beneath your calm exterior. He had to tread carefully. If he wanted to put an end to this madness, he needed to keep his composure in the face of your insanity.

"..William?" Henry spoke nervously, eyes wide and fearful.'

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