"THERES NO MORE PIZZA!!!!!" I scream prying off the fridge. Foxy has a derp face on and why is he carrying Mike? "Why are you carrying Mike?" I ask.

BANG!

Springtrap smashes a pot onto my head. I turn my head. "SQUACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I scream. Springtrap stares at me with a Creppy smile and tilts his head. He gets out a kitchen knife and slices his hand. "Your turn...."

I stare at him and he stares at me dragging the knife and cutting himself more. Mike, Foxy, and I scream and hug each other. "That's what I thought!" Springtrap screams and laughs. And throws the knife at a poster and it goes right above Freddys head.

"WHY DID YOU CUT YOURSELF?!" Mike screams. "I don't know make it more creppy." He races his finger across the cut and gets it on his shirt. "Oops." And I take it off him. We see lines of cuts and bruises.

"WHAT THE HECK CHICA?!" He screams blushing when he sees Mike and covering his chest. "I have to wash it! We are not letting you walk around with a bloody shirt!" I scold. He shivers rubbing his hands on his arms.

Mike just stares off into the distance with a emotionless expression and face red. Then looks down. Springtrap just shrieks and runs away.