7 days with Freddy- Sunday: The Pizza Contest

7 days with Freddy- Sunday: The Pizza Contest

	“We made it right on time!” Freddy said. “We’ll show them what a real Fazbear pizza tastes like!”
	The Fazbear gang cheered. The portly judge walked onto the stage. “Ahem,” the Judge said. “Welcome one and all to the 30h annual Mistland Pizza Making Competition! This tradition is the mainstay of Mistland and we wish all the competitors the best of luck in this delicious event.”
	The Fazbear gang beamed at each other.
	“Now the rules will be as followed,” the Judge continued. “Each group will have one hour to complete their pizza. Late pizzas will be accepted with a 5 point penalty for each minute late. No premade pizzas will be accepted. Now with all the formalities out of the way, let the competition begin!”
	The Fazbear gang turned their attention to their kitchen. “Alrighty fellas, let’s get cooking!”
	“Okay!” the team said.
	Nobody moved. Freddy looked at Bonnie. Bonnie looked at Chica. Chica looked at Foxy. Foxy shrugged. “Um, guys?” Freddy said. “Do any of ya’ll know how to make a pizza?”
	The group shook their head. “Well I’ll be darned,” Freddy said. “What about you Chica? You eat the stuff all the time dontcha? You must know what is in it.”
	"Well I dunno Freddy," Chica said. "I never put a lot of thought of what goes inside a pizza."
	"Well shoot," Foxy said. "This means we aren't going to win the contest."
	"Hold on there, Foxy ol pal," Freddy said. "We still got one thing we haven’t tried yet.”
 Mike walked into towards the Fazbear crew. “Hey guys,” he said.
“Hey Mike,” Freddy said. “So do you think you can help us?”
“It’s gonna be tight,” Mike said. “With the time you took to explain it and me getting over here we only have about twenty minutes left. It should still be enough time to make ourselves a knockout pizza!”
Mike directed his friends into their positions. He coached them through the procedure of making a pizza. Every now and again he would taste either the bread or the sauce and would comment on what should be added or reduced. As the final minutes of the competition wound down, the pace began to quicken. It was only when the bell rung is when the crew stepped back. The all gazed upon their creation with pride. Mike eased the pizza onto a plate and presented the pizza to the judge along with the other contestants.
The judge eyed all the pizzas in front of him. He took the first slice from his farthest left. He weighed the pizza in his hand. He sniffed it. He looked it over, examining every piece of topping on the slice. Then, finally he took a bite. He mulled over every bite, savoring the flavor. He wrote a few notes in his notepads. He repeated this process for the second slice
This went on for a few dozen minutes. The contestants shifting in the sidelines. The judge set down the final slice. He pulled out a pocket calculator and typed out various calculations on the small device. He scribbled the final notes, then lifted himself from the judges table. “It seems I have come to a decision."
The contestants grouped closer to him. He watched the crowd with a mischievous sneer. "The winner is-"
The judge was cut off with flash of metal. He clutched at his throat, blood seeping from his sliced neck. He tried to say anything, but the blood blocking his esophagus prevented him from breathing. The judge thrashed around, chocking on his own blood. He bumped into the culprit, Foxy.
Foxy watched him twist and shake on the ground. He bent over and swung his hook a few times into his stomach. The judge shifted between clutching at his various cuts, opening them further. He slowed down once most of the blood left his body.
"Now why did you go and do that for?" Freddy asked, walking up to Foxy.
"I-I-I dunno," Foxy answered. "I just couldn't take the pressure anymore."
"Now we will never know who won," Chica said.
"And no one will get the prize money," Bonnie said.
"Wait a minute guys," Mike said, holding up a notepad. "Take a look at this. It looks like he wrote out who won."
The group crowded around the notepad. "The winner is," Mike read. "Freddy Fazbear pizzeria!"
The group cheered. They hugged each other and gave out high fives. Freddy leaned over and took the check from the coat pocket of the now deceased judge. "Looks like we'll be taking this," he said.
The groups celebration quieted once they noticed the other contestants watching agape. "We better get going," Mike said.
"Right behind you," Freddy concurred.
The group dashed away and did not stop until they reached their restaurant.