I shifted in my seat as I played Legends of Zelda, cursing under my breath as I died. "Damn you little Link.. " I growled, throwing the keyboard. A Skype tune rung, signifying someone was calling me. I answered the unknown called and said, "Hello, you're speaking with y/n l/n.." A deep breath of panic was heard from the other side. "He's going to kill me.. " the man muttered. "Who?" I asked. "Why aren't you calling the police? " the voice grew quite until another voice was heard in the background. I stayed quite as I heard 2 terrifying words. "Found ya.. " The man screamed. "PLEASE COME TO FREDDY FAZBEARS PIZZERIA! DONT CALL THE POLICE OR MORE PEOPLE WOULD GET HURT! JUST PLEASE.. " I grew worried. "Fine, fine. Please just stay alive.." I mumbled, hanging up. I knew exactly where FFP was. I got in my car and drove. I obviously brought a gun with me.

As I looked through the glass doors of the pizzeria, I noticed it was really dark and the door was locked. "Back door.. " I whispered, running towards the back, gun in hand. I opened the door with ease and heard more screaming of the man. I rushed through and looked around frantically. 'I should have called the police.. ' I thought, seeing a figure tied up on a chair. "Sir? Are you the person that called me? " I asked, pointing the gun at him. His head was a weird shape, but I hardly cared. "Yes, please let me out.. " he muttered, struggling with the rope. "He already put soda in my phone.. " "Okay.." I stayed calm, speed walking over to him. A phone for a head? I tugged at the ropes and looked around. A figure stood next to the tied up man. A item glimmered in his hand. I pointed my gun at him, shaking badly. He chuckled and tugged at the cord of the phone head guy. It connected the base to the actual phone. "If you shoot I will end it for him.. " the man growled, knife lingering closely to the cord. I put the gun down and stared up at the phone guy. He stayed silent, watching the man. "Who are you? " I asked the man holding the knife. "Vincent.. " his white teeth showed. I silently tugged at the ends of the rope, trying to untie it without 'Vincent' noticing. Fortunately he didn't notice. As I untied it, the phone guy got up and grabbed the gun, shooting Vincent's chest. Vincent stood in shock, staring at the small hole in his chest. Blood soon drained, making a bigger soaked up puddle on his shirt. I grabbed Vincent and let him lean on me. "Sir, what have you done!?"

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