Dumpster (11/12)

Hurriedly, Fred stumbled inside the pizzeria. "Oh, fuck," he muttered. "Aw, christ."
"What's wrong?", Jane asked.
"Outside," Fred said. "Just take a look"

Jane walked outside through the door Fred came through.

She retched, and then threw up into an official Freddy Fazbear's trash can. It had Bonnie's beaming face on the side. "Fuck," she rasped.

"What's up?", William Lionel Afton asked. Having just arrived, he was more than a little confused as to the situation.

"Outside," Jane wheezed.

William peeked outside,into the street. A homeless man was sprayed across the concrete, having been trashed and compacted in the same swoop. Someone didn't look before they dumped the dumpster.

"Huh," William said before returning to the restaurant's heated hallways.
"That's a lot of blood," William said.
"Yeah," Jane said.
"Do you think we'll get sued?"
"By who?
"His family."
"What's there to identify?"
William was at a loss for words. She had a good point. Who would find this man? Who would miss him? What kind of man was he in life? It was heavy stuff, and really made you think. William found himself deep in thought, as looked at the man's face, which was in shambles. Not just from the compacting, but it looked like he had broken out in hives, and as if his nose was ready to fall off. William picked up a garbage bag, and got to work.

The next month, William presented "Leaper Larry" to the fat cats up top. A rootin' tootin' gunslinger, Larry could take a lickin' and keep on tickin'. He was also a skilled jumper, and made a natural competitor for Foxy. It was a resounding success, and Larry secured his own restaurant within days.
Sometimes, after dark, one can smell a hint of cheap liquor and offal from the flannel-donned animatronic.