all according to plans

Freddy cackeld maniaclly.

"MIKE SCHMIDT! YOUR PEOPLE ARE DOOMED!" he shrieked with a surrisingly obnoxious laughter.

Next to mike on his left were bonnie and CHiaca.

Mike wore a helm of wires and copper paneling. He was scowling angrily.

"HELLO MIKE" shriked Chica.

Bonnie shriekd "HELLO MIKE" after Chica. They were kneeling next to mike and praying.

"HELLO MIKE" SHRIEKD CHICA

"HELLO MIKE" SHIREKD BONNIE>

HELLO MIKE< shriked Fredbear.

FRedbear? Where did Fredbear come from? Fredbear's not supposed to be hrsr, Mike fought. Fredbear was there indeed, standing by Fazbear the brown one. He was angry. He was screaming into Mike's mind, the agonies of tormented childhoods and crushed dreams dribbling down a bad bears' mou- NO! MIke had to fight it.

Alas, Mike's efforts were not enough. Despite fighting against Fredbear's psychic and psychotic visions, Mike soon fell, a purple-clothed warrior against the foirces of good. IT was a bad day for Mike.


Alas, it was going to get even shittier.

Freddy, Bonnie and Chica were standing up now. Behind Freddy stood foxy, at attention.

SLowly the animatronics made their way to Mike on the table, outstretched like a stretch armstrong. It was stretched like someone had tried to eat the corn syrup out of the armstrong though. Not the good kind of Stretch armstrong.

FOxy, Freddy, BOnnie, and CHica each bent down to Mike, who looked like he was pelvic thrusting the air depending on how angle you looked at it.


Freddy bit mike's left hand. Memories of a mean purple man and standing on the stage flooded into Mike's brain, transfered by the Jesus crown of thorns and electrical wires he wore.

Bonnie bit mike's right hand. Blood gushed out of the wound as MIke tried to figure out if he was a boy or a girl.

Chica bit mikes right leg. memories of murder flooded mike's mind and he winced.

Foxy bit mike's other leg. It was like Jaws with the captain and the shark and his leg was being chewed off and all. If you haven't heard a pathetic cry for help, you have never heard Mike Schmidt's screech.


Unfortunately, this screech was to be cut short.

For Fredbear stood at the door.

Fredbear bit Mike's third leg.

Mike screamed. He screamed and screamed until his throat went scratchy at which point he gurgled a bit in hiws own shock and parnoia that he wished he could die.

Not because of his dick being bit. no, no. It was because of the torture and agony and torment built up inside these i=nhuman things for so so long.

Mike felt the ground beneath him shudder as it cracked and cracked.

His table tilted up on one end, and gave him a view of a blue shimmeirng surface like the world of water.

 Mike' bonds realeawed and he fell sliding down into the portal

his foot made contact with a pantsless man's neck breaking it instantly.

his table fell into the bathroom and tipped over on one end, smashing mike into the dead man's body.

bleeding from four different places and his crotch he wiggled out between adnd suyrveyed the room

a toilrt with  a handful of vomit in the bu;ll and a habdfull iof blood

wjat struck him was a tiny tabkley howvevr

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he looked down and read this entire story.


"Man, I am so fucking done with this shit," he said.

[I've always felt like the (unnamed OCfag) of writing. I felt it was high time to claim my throne now that they've left.)