On Fonts Do Sang

"It's raining again," Freddy said.

Blood dripped from the ceiling. Plip. Plop. Plip. It was almost a weekly occurrence. Fazbear had guessed it was the Puppet having fun, but not even god knows what that freak is doing during at any given moment. Usually, it occurred about a minute after they take a night guard into his kitchen, for his experiments. But some weird stuff happens from time to time.

For instance, they dragged in Mike Schmidt two weeks ago, and waited for the corresponding rain. It came, but Freddy was surprised to hear a soft "clink" when a shiny metal object fell from the ceiling. Picking it up, it was a blood soaked name tag for "Circus Baby's Pizza World". He wasn't sure what a baby was, but he could recognize that they did not drag in a "Bill Cheese", whose name was inscribed on the pin.

Last night, they dragged in a Jonathan Richardson. Freddy waited for the downpour of blood and gore to cease, and for it all to pool in the bathroom and drain out as it usually did. He was chatting with Foxy as it started, so he hid behind the curtain.

A loud "plop!" echoed through the building as something wet splattered onto the stage. After three minutes, it stopped raining.

Freddy patted his mic a little bit, to ensure it wasn't damaged by all this moisture. When he looked up, Foxy was gone.

"Hey Fred, look at this!" Foxy said as he held up what looked like bloody roast beef with his hook.