Foxy murdering Purple Guy

The bear and the rabbit had been incredibly easy to lure away. Simply walking into their peripherals, one at a time, as they wandered the decrepit restaurant and commanding them to follow him was all it had taken to get them to give chase. It was almost even easier to take them by surprise and dismantle them when they were forced away from the safe room, their mapping not allowing them into it. All it took was a few swings of the crowbar he had brought with him, and the animatronics were left in pieces on the floor.

	Repeating the process with the chicken, the man in the purple uniform removed his hat and used it to wipe away the sweat that had been collecting on his brow. The night was warm and humid, rain falling in sheets outside and dripping from the holes in the ceiling. He had just entered the safe room to await the animatronic chicken's arrival and subsequent destruction, anticipation filling him as the footsteps got closer and closer. A thrill he had not felt in years filled him, even more than it had the previous two times he had done this, as he stood watching from the entrance to the safe room, purposefully tempting fate as he stood at the entrance to the safe room. He watched, amused, as the machine stepped heavily past its fallen companions, moving towards him with murderous intentions. That amusement turned into chuckles when the robot stopped mere feet away from him, only inches from being able to reach him. As the man watched, the animatronic's empty gaze focused on him for a split second, the beak opening and closing as though speaking to him, before its programming took over and forced it away.

	Calmly taking several steps away from safety, the purple covered man pushed down his excitement as he swung his crowbar. Forcing his crowbar into a gap between the parts of the suit covering the automaton's head and body, he shifted all of his weight into prying apart the endoskeleton. Before the speakers in the mouth of the animatronic could screech, something gave way to the pushing, and the metallic skull and yellow headpiece popped into the air, and the body collapsed underneath it. A loud clang resonated through the building as the skull fell out in mid-flight, sparks trailing from its severed neck. Standing over the body, the uniformed man began to swing even more, a madness overtaking him as he reduced the endoskeleton's body to scrap. Sweat once more began to collect on his brow, a stream making its way down the back of his neck. Finished with his task, he straightened up and took deep breaths, trying to regain some energy so he could finish the task he set out to start.

	Suddenly, a loud cacophony filled the pizzeria, the screech of metal feet running on tile resonating behind him. Tensing up in surprise, the man turned as quickly as he could, jumping away from the noise on instinct as he did so. The movement saved his life, as a hook flashed through the air where he had once stood. He was unable to escape unscathed, however, as the hook slashed his shoulder, tearing a jagged line in the flesh of his shoulder and ripping a large patch out of his uniform. Dropping the crowbar because of the flash of pain, it was quickly kicked away by the still running animatronic. A rusty red costume, as though stained with blood, stumbled past him before stopping and turning around to face him.

	The first thing he became aware of was the rusty hook, bent crooked and jagged from age and exposure to the elements. Blood was dripping from its cruel tip, a piece of the man's purple uniform wrapped around the base. Taking in the rest of the animatronic, a shiver of fear crawled up his spine. Eyepatch flipped upwards, defective jaw agape, Foxy screeched at him. The loud noise reverberated and made the former guard flinch, his eardrums pounding, the suddenness of the attack still leaving him disoriented.

	Seeing Foxy reach for him with it's left hand, the purple man quickly stepped back and raised his arms in an attempt to defend himself. Foxy proved to care nothing for his meager protection, dull gray metal gripping his forearm and squeezing tightly, pulling him forward sharply and putting him off balance. Twisting his arm in an attempt at freedom, the man flinched yet again as a loud crack resounded through his body, the animatronic having broken his wrist as punishment for his attempts to escape. As shock began to set in, he yanked hard, the sleeve of his purple uniform tearing away as he pulled him arm free. Stumbling backwards, it was luck more than anything that allowed him to avoid the hook that had been aimed at his cheek. Regaining his balance, the guard looked around desperately, trying to find his crowbar to gain some form of advantage. Unfortunately for him, he had been jerked around to much in the scuffle, and the crowbar lay on the floor behind Foxy.

	The animatronic fox rushed him yet again, intent on killing him. He decided to take the initiative rather than continue fighting on the defensive, and met it halfway, tackling it and trying to knock it over. The robot stood firm, and before the purple clothed man could untangle himself and retreat yet again, Foxy raked its hook across his back, further staining the uniform with blood. As the pain flooded him, the main reached up with his good hand and grabbed Foxy's jaw. Yanking hard, the jaw came loose with a pop, and as he fell backwards it was all the man could do to stay on his feet. Fear and pain filled every part of his being, the nerves in his shoulder and back were on fire while a pulsing heat spread from his wrist. Panic overwhelmed him, and he turned his back to his robotic enemy, dropping the jaw and trying to flee to the safe room.

	It was not to be. As though guided by fate, his feet led him to the center of the room, where he slipped on the debris that had been left there. His own actions damned him, the scrap of metal formerly known as Freddy Fazbear making him fall forwards. Pain worse than he had yet felt lanced through his body as he tried to use his broken wrist to stop his fall. Momentarily collapsing and shaking, the sound of metal roused him from his stupor, and he looked behind him in fear. Frantically scrambling away, a scream filled the air, animalistic and resulting only from pain. Foxy had grabbed onto his right leg, and the robotic joints pinched him through the fabric of his pants, ripping a chunk of flesh off of his calf. Kicking wildly, no longer able to think logically, the man miraculously managed to free himself yet again from the fox's grasp. Struggling to his feet, he attempted a fast paced limp. Moments before he reached the safe room, a screech yet again filled the air, before he was tackled by the animatronic. Knocked forward but still on his feet, the uniformed man made one last mad dash for safety. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of light, and once more felt pain.

	Foxy's hook tore through the bottom of his jaw from the side, impaling his tongue and exiting out of his cheek. Feeling the fox pull, the man spun around in a futile attempt to relieve the pressure. A dull pop echoed in his head as his jaw dislocated, and tears filled his eyes. With a loud and messy sound similar to ripping cloth, the purple man's jaw detached from his head, tongue being pulled before coming out as well. A pool of blood quickly formed on the floor, rivers of the life-giving liquid soaking through the front of the purple guard uniform. His vision quickly turning cloudy, senses going numb, the guard crumpled, inches from freedom. As the fox stood over him, it's yellow eyes glowing maliciously in the darkness, jaw stuck to its hook, tongue still twitching, apparitions began to collect at the edges of his vision. Mustering the last of his strength to glance at them, the ghostly visages of crying children stared back at him. As the specters faded away, the former guard's mind was in turmoil. As thoughts leaked away like water in a sieve, regret and anger filled him in equal parts. A wish for vengeance was the final thing to go, before at last the man in the purple uniform died.