Disclaimer: I don't own Willy's Wonderland. I don't own the picture (cover). Or the song.

(Requested by qwertuno and dedicated to their friend @cakeystoryteller.)

(Hope you enjoy.)

The janitor was in the prowl.

Ever since the first attacking, he'd been on guard. Any movemnt whatsoever set off alarms inside his head, making him mentally check the area.

Nothing yet.

He held the metal pipes in a vice grip. The only things protecting him at the current moment in time. Even now, he felt those things on the hunt.

And he didn't see one stalking him in the shadows.

Creeping around, Ozzie narrowed his eyes. He'd witnessed this nasty beat up some his friends and now he wanted payback.

He assumed the janitor was like any human...

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He might've known if the janitor looked different.

The bird growled under this breath. Positioning on the offensive, spotting the Janitor second away from the exit.

CAWW!

Ozzie leaped, the Janitor immediately turning around and wracking him with the poles. Ozzie skidded straight forward.

He turned with a thirst for vengeance.

The janitor narrows his eyes as the animatronic charged over, cawing dangerously. He silently roared himself, blocking its beak back.

Then suddenly, the bird's eyes softened. As if realising some impending inevitably. It slumped a little as the janitor drew close.

You want to die.

As if hearing his thoughts, the board slowly nodded. It grew tired of this life and having to obey Willy the weasel and the others.

If the Janitor set its soul free, he'd be free. Out of his life that he called a living hell.

Wham!

The ostrich fell the floor, going limp as it's body hit the tiles. A cold feeling rolling down its spine-

Wham!

The pipe collided with its wings. Tearing them apart, the ex-performer couldn't feel mad. The janitor simply did him a favour.

Only in a different light.

Wham!

Both wings came off. Leaving Ozzy wingless now.

Wham!

Now it's torso. Slowly tearing him apart piece by piece, staring from the basics to the source.

Wham!

The metal hit metal. Both human and animatronic stated intensely. For once, Ozzie saw sympathy.

Even if it come from the enemy.

Wham!

Now only his head remained connected to the neck. Ozzy managed one last forced smile. He mentally thanked the janitor.

If heaven or hell was real, he hoped to be at peace.

Wham!

The janitor screamed in frustration. The lighting in the ostrich's eyes faded, indicating death. It's plastic eyes contained only a bare consciences.

A broken performer. His screamed carried through the night. Tonight he committed a merciful deed.

He drew the remaining parts of the ostrich in for a close hug. Trying to give it one last piece of mind.

Even so he could have some sanity.

Slowly coming to terms with it, he drew in a silent shuddering breath. Gathering the spare parts of the monster, placing the trash bag gently.

Wanting to at least be careful with Ozzie. One last good deed, he finally wondered around in search of his next attempted killer.

Time to move on.