(Dexter's pov)

A gurgling scream scream filled the room as the child was ripped to shreds from the wire-ridden suit. Blood pooled below and was creeping towards my shoes. The air was rich with a metallic tang. The grinning man laughed a manic laugh, filling my agonized brain. I stepped back, tears streaming down my face and doting my clothes, blood dripping off my hands. The door creaked open and then closed again as he stepped out to who knows where. Blood was still pouring out of the suit but it was dead silent in the room, alone but my quiet sobs. I rushed out to the restroom to clean away the crime.

(Time skip)

(no pov)

The plastic animatronics glared into the security cameras, waiting impatiently for 12. Sitting in the office, I scanned over the two Freddy heads. One was a mask, designed to trick the animatronics on the night shift. The other was a rusted spring lock head used at the original dinner, too dangerous to use as its intended purpose anymore. He glanced at the clock, too nervous and guilt-ridden to hold still. 11:25, it read. His hands shook, fingering the old Fredbear head. His head was flooded with the repeating memories of the crime he helped commit, willing or not. The manic laughing repeatedly echoing in his brain.

No one knew who committed the crime, so the guilt ate away at the young man. His father, the owner of the business, was worried sick about him. Overcome with depression and guilt, he slowly slipped away from social activities of any sorts and took on the night shift.

11:30

(Dexter's pov)

Tears started to run down my face, sprinkling the fredbear head, which was now pressed against my body, with glittering droplets. I held up the head, staring into its lifeless eyes. The wire used to change the head from suit to animatronic mode was still visible and hung loosely.

11:35

I rested my head against wore mask, sobbing silently. My hands flickered to be covered in blood. The air briefly smelt of metal. The guilt of the past was driving me crazy.

11:40

I couldn't take it. I can't take it anymore. I am nothing but a puppet used for foul play. The mask trembling in my hands, now hovering in front of me. Tears were now spattering on the desk.

11:50

I slipped the mask over my face, fitting like a glove. I fingered the switch that could end my guilt.

12:10

(No pov)

Toy Bonnie slipped into the vents, a tight squeeze but something they performed on a nightly basis. The office was visible now. A liquid coated the floor, reflecting the dim lights in a red tint. Toy Bonnie peer out of the vents to see a dead man, blood spilling off the desk, a golden mask now soaked with blood. The air was silent except for the plip blood dripping to the floor.