**NOTE! VERY IMPORTANT!!! THIS ISN'T CANON TO MY FNAF SERIES!!! I JUST MADE THIS FOR FUN!!! DON'T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY! Enjoy!**

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Finally... Another school day done!

I walked over to my locker to grab my things and go home for the day. It was a very stressful day for me. I forgot my math project at home, I forgot I had heath, and I had failed my lab experiment because my partners would stop fooling around.

I was so reviled that the school day is over.

So, as I walked up to my locker, my best friend came running at me,

"Hey!" She yelled. I turned and saw her,

"Oh. Hey Ace." I called out. Her name wasn't really Ace, but she liked to be called that,

"So, where you going?" Ace asked,

"Just going to my locker." I told her. We reached my locker and I noticed something strange: There was a pink paper on the locker.

"What's that?" Ace asked,

"Not too sure." I responded. I took the folded paper and opened it. It was a note. It read:

"Hello. I would like to talk to you by the Main Cafeteria, just outside the exit. I would like to talk with you about this bulling problem you have. Meet me after school when there are no more students around. You will come alone. See you there."

"What does it say?" Ace asked,

"It says that someone wants to meet me after school and talk about my bulling problem."

"Aw!" Ace shrieked, "Someone cares about you!"

"They also said I must go when there are no other students. And I must be alone."

"Huh... Seems legit."

"Ok... Well. Bye Ace."

"Bye." And Ace ran off.

I had no clue what to expect from this.

...

I walked over to the meet up spot. I had no idea what to expect from this. Was it going to a student? A teacher?

No no... if it was a teacher, they would have asked to talk with me, face to face...

I waited for a little bit, looking at the door for the person,

"Ah. You came." The voice startled me. I turned the other way and saw a man wearing causal looking clothes, black hair ponytail... And a smile. A strange smile, "I'm quite surprised that you came."

"Ummm... Yeah... You want to talk about my bulling problem?" I asked nervously, making a mental note that he was no student.

"Yes." He started calmly, "Do you know of a guy named Brett Hurley?" I groaned,

"Yeah... He's the biggest bully there is." I told the man, "He's the bully that's been the worst to me in case you wanted to know." The man chuckled. I noticed, "Why are you laughing?!" The man chuckled more,

"You don't get the full picture, do you?" He started, "I have gotten word that your mother applied to get a job, but was denied." I raised my eyebrow in suspicion. I was interested to see where this was going,

"Y-yeah... What about it?" I asked,

"Look. My sources told me that the company that denied your mother was 'Hurley Robotics'." I gasped, realizing the pieces fit like glue,

"Brett's last name is-" I cut myself off, "What am I suppose to do with this information?" The man chuckled, as if he loved his thought,

"How's about we beat him up."

"What??" I yelled in disbelieve, "We can't do that! He doesn't deserve it!" The man walked close to me, and grabbed my shoulders,

"Maybe he does." He said in a serious voice, "You know how he has so many rich friends right?" I nodded, "Well... All he has to do to get them rich and make them his friend is to beg his parents to hire their parents, and give them a good position." He pulled up to my ear, "Even if they had no experience in that position."

I grew mad.

"That guy....

"He partially makes people rich!

"I bet he made his parents NOT hire my mom!

"Just so he can see me suffer!"

The man lifted my chin so I was at his eye level,

"I know. I'll knock him out, tie him up, blindfold him, and then we can beat him up until he hires your mom."

"You really think that's going to work?"

"Trust me..." The man chuckled once more, "You aren't the first person I helped." Slightly scared, I nodded, "Good." He said, letting go of me. He reached into his pocket, and revel another pink slip, only smaller, "Write your number down." I quickly did, gave it to him, and before he left, he turned to me and say, "I'll call you when it's time." Then he left.

I had a bad feeling about this.

...

As I walked up to the abounded building the man, who called himself Vincent, told me to go, I started to regret my decision to go along with this plan.

What if we kill him by accident? What will mom think then?

I started to remember that I, wasn't really the most... Merciful of people. I wasn't outright aggressive but... I knew, if given a knife, and a target, I wouldn't hastate.

I knew it was a good idea to bring gloves with me.

When I got to the building, I saw Vincent was just outside, wearing gloves as well.

He smiled at me. It was a sinister smile. He slowly opened the warehouse's door. I took a peek in and saw...

I gasped,

"I... I didn't..." I was speechless. I saw him, Brett Hurley, tied up to a chair, legs and wrist tried up tight. He was blindfolded, so he couldn't see me. If he could, he would be laughing at how scared I looked.

...

I turned to Vincent,

"What's wrong?" He asked, picking up a bat he had hanged on the wall.

"I didn't think you'll actually do it." I was literally shaking in my boots. I was so scared.

What is this man capable of!?

"This is how we're doing this, there is no other way." He handed the bat to me. I took it.

"Are you sure there's no other way...?" I asked him.

"Hey I know that voice." I heard Brett say, "Emily? Is that you?! Ugh! I got kidnapped by this skink." I got defensive.

"Who you calling a skink, you jerk?!" I yelled at him.

"You dummy! It's no wonder no one likes you! You're just the weird robot girl who wants to build a crappy robot for a crappy pizzeria."

"My idea is golden, and will bring Freddy's back to its former glory!"

"Please! How's about you go on a diet, fatty! And maybe you'll find some real love!" I was a the verge of tears,

"Hey! It isn't my fault that my body is like this! And isn't it what's on the inside that counts!? It isn't a person's looks that makes someone love them, but their personally that makes them love them! Isn't that true!?"

Brett laughed at that.

He laughed at me.

His laugh echoed though the building,

"Is this what this is all about?! That was pathetic! Much like you! You are pathetic!"

I grew mad.

"Your hopes and dreams are pathetic!"

Still mad.

"And if you're thinking this will change my mind about hiring your mom, then put that in your pathetic dream journal too!"

Madder!

I felt his gaze on me, even with a blindfold,

"You have got to be the most pathetic, meaningless, and outright stupid girl I had ever met."

"Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!"

All I saw was red and white.

A swing.

Kill...

Another hard swing.

KILL...

A swing and a smash.

KILL!

I couldn't feel anything for a few seconds.

But the damage was done.

When my senses came back, I saw blood, splattered all over the room. Brett, was lifeless in the chair, blood pouring out from his mouth.

"god... oh my god..." I knew what I had done. I killed him... "V-Vincent... What are we..." He was gone. I knew what this meant: He was going to get the cops. I had to run... I had to hide.

BUT WHERE!?!

I dropped the bat, quickly remembering that I was wearing gloves, and ran to the backdoor. I opened it, ran out and closed it again. I needed to run.

And so I did.

I ran.

Keep going.

I kept running.

Can't stop.

I was getting tried.

Won't stop.

I was a villain.

Had to do something.

I knew what must be done.

So dark out. Perfect...

I ran into the darken street.

No one must know...

Like a deer on the road, there was a truck.

That I killed someone.

There was pain for a moment, but then numbness.

Then darkness.