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11PM

Liam wore his usual guard's uniform, as well as his backpack. It was a few minutes before his shift really started. It was a little later than he usually arrived at because he packed a few extra things in his backpack before he he left home. He used these last few minutes to prepare for the night, but he didn't bring any bubble wrap tonight, or his hammer, or his hard hat. He instead brought a bunch of board games. He planned to play games with Chica all the way through the morning. The first game he planned on playing was twister. Liam was in his office, about to put his backpack down when he heard a loud smashing sound. It sounded like glass breaking. "Fuck..." he thought to himself before walking out of the office. He still had his backpack on, forgetting entirely to take it off. If it were kids breaking into this place, he needed to warn them before they got seriously hurt. "Hey! If you planned on robbing this place you really picked the worst fucking place in the world to do that!" Liam yelled, hoping to scare them off as he walked down the western hall. He stopped about half way, thinking he heard something, it sounded like footsteps. After a few seconds of listening out for movement, he walked towards the dining hall.

Almost as soon as he stepped into the dining room, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure. As he turned to face it, all he saw was a flash of silver before being struck with something hard and metal. The sound of the hard metal making contact with Liam's skull rang out with a big clunk. The guard fell onto his back, the backpack breaking his fall as he tried to look around, trying to see what struck him. He was suffering from a concussion. He was confused, he didn't know what hit him. A cut on his head opened just above his left brow, blood starting to flow as he felt hands on him, wrapping around his arms and legs. "The...fuck off me!" Liam eventually managed to blurt out as the pain really got to him it felt like someone was driving a nail right through his skull, it hurt like hell.

"So much anger over the phone...but in person, let's see if you have the guts to say those words to my face."

Liam could hear the man speaking, but it was only after a few seconds he fully realized what was going on. There were five men in the room, four of which were holding his arms and legs down. There was another man, standing right near his head, holding an aluminium bat. The men were all wearing black, black jeans, black hoodies, black jackets, black cargo pants, they all wore different types of clothing. They even wore different kinds of gloves from the plastic kind to the leather kind. He recognized the man with the bat, it was the loan shark. The loan shark wasn't big, or even that strong looking, being 5'9 with messy, slightly curly light brown hair. He was Caucasian, clean shaven. The loan shark looked average in terms of body size for his height. His cheek bones were high and his cheeks looked a little shallow. "You...fucking spineless asshole... You need four other fucking guys just to take on a fucking pizza place guard!"

"Hold his fucking hand down on that table. His right hand!" The brown haired man yelled as they dragged Liam to his feet.

As soon as they let go of Liam's legs, he tried to pull his arms out of the other men's grip. He kicked at their legs and tried to stomp on their toes. "You fucking bastards! Get the fuck off me you sick pieces of shit!" The loan shark punched Liam hard right in the lower spine hard enough for everyone to hear his fist making contact. Liam let out a loud grunt in pain before being shoved hard onto the dining room table. One of the men knelt on his left wrist, pinning it to the table. The other man held his right forearm. Liam had no idea that it wasn't just bats the men carried. Liam couldn't see what was going on behind him, but he could hear him dropping his bat. All Liam could do was wait, and look to the animatronics on stage. He could swear Chica was looking right at him. Suddenly, he heard a loud bang on the table followed by an incredibly sharp pain shooting through his right thumb. His head turned to look at his thumb, only just realizing what had happened.

"That has to hurt!" the loan shark said with a chuckle before bringing the meat cleaver back up to look at the wound. Liam's thumb was completely severed, cut off just below the knuckle. Blood pumped straight out of the wound, the bone exposed. The nerves in the stub of his thumb felt like they were burning, screaming. It took a moment for the pain to fully set in, but when it did, it hit hard.

"Gaaaaaaahhh! You dirty, dirty fucker! You fucking dirty cunt!" Liam screamed in anguish, incapable of even trying to stop the bleeding because of the men holding him down. Blood from the cut above his left brow was starting to blind him, being unable to wipe away the red bodily fluid. All he could do to keep the blood out of his eye was to keep it closed. "Come on you bastard! Kill me! Kill me you fucking pussy!" Liam yelled, filled with pure rage and pain. "Fucking do it already!"

The loan shark looked up to the security camera, he didn't need anything tying them to this crime. "You, find the fucking security room and take the tape!" He yelled, then seeing the man walk away, heading down the hall. Then, the brown haired man turned his attention back to Liam, seeing the white cloth covering the table becoming stained red with his blood.

"What are you fucking waiting for!" Liam screamed at him.

Almost as soon as he screamed, the loan shark stormed over to Liam and slammed his fist against the side of his head. "Shut the fuck up!" he yelled as he grabbed Liam's head, slamming it against the table he was forced onto. "Your cat put up more of a fucking fight than you did!"

Liam's head was killing him, it was aching so bad, but he could do nothing to defend himself. Suddenly, he heard something, it sounded like music. For a moment he thought he had taken too man blows to the head, but it seemed like everyone else heard it too.

The loan shark looked straight towards the stage, seeing the animatronic bear's face light up. At first he thought someone was there, but when he saw it was the animatronic, he calmed down. "Is that thing broken?"

Liam looked to the stage, seeing Chica starting to move. What he didn't see though was foxy, coming out of pirate cove. The mechanical Fox ran, running straight for the man that had his knee on Liam's wrist. The six foot tall bald man looked straight to the fox, but by the time he saw him, it was too late. Foxy was already in the air, leaping straight towards him. The bald man was tackled off the table, the back of his head smacking against the hard edge of a table behind him. A large cut opened up at the back of his head, bleeding heavily. He wasn't thinking about that though, he was thinking about those sharp teeth. Foxy was on top of his stomach, and he needed to get this thing off him. He slammed a fist right into the animatronic's jaw, but it didn't have much of an effect. Foxy just caught the next fist and bit down into the man's forearm. The sharp metal blades in his mouth shredded through his flesh and sunk into the bones of his forearm. The severed veins in his arm pumped blood straight out of his deep wounds.

"Somebody fucking help me!" the bald man screamed. The arm of the hoodie he was wearing was soaking up the blood, but it was becoming so drenched, it couldn't hold any more blood. Suddenly, the bones in his arms splintered, breaking. The shards of bone were cutting into his own muscles like tiny razors as he let out a huge howl, screaming as if he was being gutted. His friends and even the brown haired loan shark was trying to pull the animatronic away from the bald man, even trying to punch the animatronic. But it wasn't working.

"Shit! Danny, get the fucking sledgehammer!" One of the men yelled to the brown haired loan shark.

Almost immediately after the men ran over to help their friend, Liam picked up his own severed thumb, stuffing it into his trouser pocket. His right hand was shaking and covered in his own blood. There was no way he was going to die, not yet. He was determined to survive this. If they wanted his head on a spike, then they would have to work for it. Quickly, he took off his backpack and ran for the eastern hall, running straight for his office. On his way, he wiped the blood away from his brow so he could finally see with both eyes. When he reached the door to his room, he was faced with another one of the men that wanted to kill him. He looked to be in his twenties with black hair shaved close to his head. His eyes were hazel with dark circles under them. The young dark haired man looked shocked to see him.

"What the fuck?!"

The young man yelled out before charging straight for Liam. The injured guard reacted quickly, throwing left hook straight for his head. His fist only skimmed the back of the young man's head as he ducked, and rammed his shoulder straight into Liam's gut. Both of them stumbled straight back into the hallway, Liam's back slamming against the wall. The guard held the young man in a headlock as he used his elbow, driving it into the young man's back once, twice, three times, aiming for his spine every time. Each time he brought his elbow onto the man's back, there was a loud thumping sound. Suddenly, he felt the young man's teeth in his arm. He was trying to bite him. Almost instinctively, he pulled his arm away from his head. Almost immediately after, the young man, threw a straight punch straight for Liam's left eye. The punch connected, sending his head back into the wall causing a new cut on his scalp to open up. The guard could barely see out of his right eye, his head was aching so badly, it was becoming almost crippling.

"I will fucking end you asshole!"

Liam heard him screaming as he brought up his forearms, feeling the pissed off young man striking his elbow and wrist. The man learned quickly and started throwing hooks, one of them hitting Liam's left ear. The guard quickly got very angry at being treated like a living punching bag. The guard grabbed the man's head with both hands and slammed his forehead straight into his nose, headbutting him hard before throwing a hook right at his jaw, and another hook to his lips using the same hand that was missing a thumb. Every time anything touched the bloody stub felt like complete agony. Blood dripped from the man's nose an lower lip as he dropped to his hands and knees. He wouldn't normally kick a man that was down, but these people tried to kill him, they took his cat and now they took his thumb. Liam brought his foot up and booted the man in the back of his head. Hearing him grunt in a dazed state wasn't good enough, he wanted every one of these people dead.

Liam heard someone else coming. He looked down the hall right before a devious smile came to his lips. It was Bonnie, he was walking straight towards them. Liam made his way towards the office door, walking in and closing it behind him. "Good luck, dick head..." he said as he watched it all unfold from his office window.

"Fucking coward! I wasn't done yet!" the man yelled as he stumbled. The man didn't notice the big animatronic at first, but when he did, he froze for a moment. He had seen what happened to his friend on the camera, so he was terrified to see that machine walking right towards him. "Man, open the door!" he shouted as he banged on the door. Bonnie walked closer and closer to that man, seeing he was locked out of the only room he was safe in. "Open the fucking door! Shit I swear I won't do shit to you!" he screamed as Bonnie now reached out for him, grabbing his ears. "Get away from me! Help!" He grabbed at Bonnie's forearms before kicking the animatronic right in the stomach, but it didn't do anything.

In response, Bonnie pulled as hard as he possibly could on both ears, tearing one off completely, the other one hung on by a thin thread of flesh and cartilage. Blood flowed from both of what used to be his ears, pouring down his neck and shoulders. The immense pain overwhelmed the man as he screamed, backing right up against the wall, his fingertips briefly touching the gory mess that was his ears. He couldn't even speak, he was so terrified his entire body was shaking. Bonnie dropped the ear he managed to fully tear off onto the floor, and then approached the man once again, reaching out. The short haired man suddenly tried to run around him, but of course in the cramped all way, it didn't work out for him. Bonnie grabbed him by the wrist, yanking the man towards him. He stumbled back towards Bonnie, part of him knew it was already too late. With his other hand, the animatronic plunged a thick finger straight into his exposed ear canal. The man let out a blood chilling scream, especially when Bonnie let go of his wrist, and plunged another finger right past his other ear canal, permanently deafening him. Bonnie drove his mechanical fingers deep past the nerves and the bone until his fingers were inside the man's skull. His entire body spammed as Bonnie lifted him off his feet using nothing more than the two fingers inside his skull. The body was ready to be stuffed in a suit. The animatronic dropped the still twitching half-dead man to the floor, only to grab at his ankle to drag him towards the empty costumes.

Liam didn't watch it all, he only saw up to the moment the animatronic grabbed the man. That was when he thought he heard something behind himself. There were so many screams echoing around the building, which led him to believe it was just them screaming. The door to the west hall was still still open, which he didn't like he decided to close it before something or someone decided to try find him. Just as he was about to close the door, Chica walked in front of the doorway, looking straight at him. "Chica! Get in, quick," Liam said to her, keeping the door open long enough for her to walk right in. He then closed the door and looked back to her.

"Liam, your hand! Will you be alright?" she quickly asked him as she looked over him. His eye was swelling up along with the spot above his left brow. Blood was still dripping from the stub where his thumb used to be. He needed to do something to stop the bleeding, he also needed ice for the severed thumb.

"I-I don't know... It's not every day I get my thumb cut off, you know?" Liam weakly said before walking to his chair, sitting down in it as he stared at his bloody hand. It was then he reached into his trouser pocket, pulling out the rest of his thumb and placing it on the desk. He felt like being sick just looking at it, knowing it once used to be a part of him. It was just dead flesh now, but if they acted quick enough, maybe they could reattach it.

"Can we do something about your thumb?" Chica was clearly worried for him.

"I need ice, I also need my backpack, and any alcohol you can find. If this place has a medical kit, I need you to bring it to me right away. Can you do that for me?" he very seriously asked her.

"Yes, you stay here. I will be back soon," Chica told him before walking towards the door, opening it and walking down the hall.

Liam grunted as he got up to close the door. The door slammed shut and he sat back down on his chair with a grunt. His back was aching, his head was killing him, and he was sure by the time this day was over, he was going to have one less thumb and one big brain problem. He was concerned about how many knocks to the head he was taking. He felt very lucky to have a friend right that could help him in this place, he wasn't sure what he would do without her.

Chica walked down the halls, hearing screams so loud that they would hurt if she had human ears. A short distance away, she could see foxy dragging that bald man towards the spare parts room. Foxy's metal hook was lodged in the bald man's eye socket. The man was still alive, but he was far too weak to fight back. He had never imagined pain like this before, being dragged by what felt like a massive fishing hook behind his eye. He weakly screamed as he was dragged away, his jaw hanging open. Two of the men were as good as dead, there was only three left now. As Chica walked towards the kitchen, she couldn't help but notice a few more scratches in Foxy's fabric covering, probably from the humans trying to pry him off their friend. Chica then felt something brushing against her foot, looking down, she saw it was the backpack Liam wanted. She picked it up, carrying it by one of the straps. Without warning, she heard loud bangs coming from the restrooms.

"He's at the fucking door again!" One of the men's voices echoed through the pizza place.

"Keep that door shut! We're getting the hell out of here!" a second man shouted.

"That window is too small for us to fit though!" the first man quickly pointed out.

"Then I will knock a fucking hole through the wall if I have to," the second man firmly replied. A few seconds later, the sound of a sledgehammer could be heard slamming into the walls.

Chica ignored the sound of men smashing their way through the walls as she entered the kitchen. She spent enough time in this kitchen to know exactly where everything was. First she grabbed the bottle of whiskey, hidden in one of the drawers behind a box of straws. It must have been hidden there by one of the cooks. Next up was the ice, she looked in the freezer for that. There were trays of ice cubes moulded into the shape of Bonnie, Freddy and Chica. She opened up Liam's backpack to put the bottle of whiskey away, but when she opened up the backpack, she noticed all the games he had brought. She felt upset, knowing they weren't going to be able to play together. She hurried to stuff the whiskey into the backpack, afraid that if she didn't move quickly, her only human friend could die. Chica zipped up the bag and then took three trays of the strange ice cubes, balancing them all in one hand awkwardly. Holding the backpack in one hand and the ice trays in the other, she made her way out of the kitchen. On her way back to the office, she heard more shouting And banging, but she was more concerned about her friend to go see what was going on.

Meanwhile, Liam was trying his best to stop the bleeding. He ripped both sleeves off his shirt and placed them on the table, he was going to need them later. Two bangs rang out on the door. "Is that you Chica?" he asked as he got up, and walked towards the door.

"I got your stuff," she told him. Immediately after she said that, the door slid open. She noticed he was looking a little pale as she walked in. His left eye was bruised and swelling up too. She opened up the backpack and placed the whiskey and ice cubes on his desk. "Is that what you needed?"

"Yeah, but was there no medical kit in the kitchen?" he asked, thinking they would have one in there.

"I didn't see one," Chica replied in a worried tone of voice.

Liam grunted, figuring the owners probably didn't want to buy one to cut down on costs. "Cheap fucking bastards... can you open up that front pouch on the backpack? There's a lighter in it..." Chica did exactly as he said, opening up the front pouch to find a pack of cigarettes and a disposable lighter. "I'm sorry we can't play together, I was really looking forward to it," Liam said to her, attempting to strike up a conversation whilst trying to ignore the reality of just how much pain he was in.

"Why do they want to hurt you so much? Did you do something wrong?" Chica asked him

"Yeah, I borrowed money from him... He was going to get every fucking dollar back too, plus interest, but then he broke into my house and killed my fucking cat!" Liam yelled, feeling his anger getting to him for a moment. "Mhmm, forgot to mention... I told him I would kill him for slaughtering my cat... heh, the bastard is probably pissing his pants if he isn't dead already... they didn't try to hurt you, did they Chica?" he asked her out of genuine concern.

Chica thought it was sweet that he was concerned for her. "One of them hit me, but I feel fine," she handed the lighter to Liam, who then grabbed it. "... I hope you don't die."

"Hah, me too," Liam replied to her as he pressed down on the button on the lighter. As he saw that flame flickering, only one thought was going through his head. This was going to hurt. There was a problem though. He seriously doubted he was going to be able to keep his hands steady while he was cauterizing the wound. He also didn't know if cauterizing this wound was going to stop the hospital from reattaching it. He had no idea, but if he didn't do this, there was a good chance he could bleed out. There was blood all over the desk and the floor of his office. After a moment of thinking, he had made his decision on what to do.

"Liam? What are you doing?" Chica asked, wondering why he went so silent.

"I need you to hold my hand by the wrist and burn the stub with the lighter. No matter how much I scream, don't stop until I tell you to stop." Liam firmly told her.

"But why?" she questioned him.

"It will stop the bleeding, maybe..." Liam replied to her before taking in a few deep breaths.

"Maybe? Have you done this before?" she inquired, thinking maybe he had due to the fact that he had some sort of a plan.

"Me? Fuck no, I just saw it on movies and stuff... Now please, do this for me..." Liam said to her, hoping she would agree to it.

Chica didn't like the sound of this. "What if it makes it worse?"

"Well, then I fucked up. Come on, do this before I change my mind," Liam said as he held out the lighter for her to take. His heart was pounding, this could go either way. It could stop the bleeding, maybe even save his life. Or it could just hurt a lot and screw his chances of getting his thumb back where it belongs. Perhaps even all those things could happen at once. Hesitantly, she took the lighter from him. Liam then grabbed one of the ice trays and slammed it against the table. He then began putting the strange ice cubes into a used paper cup that was probably left there by the guard on day shift. He put the severed thumb in with the ice, hoping that would keep it fresh enough to be reattached. "Let's get this over with."

Chica really didn't want to do this, but she felt like she had to. She tightly held his wrist with one hand, and brought the lighter close to his stub with the other hand. "I will stop when you say so," she reminded him before pressing the button down on the lighter.

Liam felt the flame dancing over the bloody stub, burning the nerves and sending tremendous agony straight through his hand. He bit his own lower lip, trying to stop himself from screaming but there was no way to stop the torrent of screams and swears. "Fucking dirty shitting bastard! Fuck it hurts!" he screamed in sheer pain for a moment. This hurt worse than actually getting it cut off. The flame heated up the bone, sending pain straight through his arm. "Fuck it! Stop! Fuck!" he cried out.

Chica stopped almost immediately after he said stop. "I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed whilst letting go of his wrist.

Liam shot up out of his chair, holding his injured hand to his chest with his other hand. It was still hurting so bad, a few tears even managed to escape his eyes. "That hurt a fucking lot," he grunted before suddenly feeling Chica's arms wrap around him. She was hugging him, her warm body was doing a lot to help calm him down. "This wasn't your fault Chica, I asked you to do it," he reminded her.

"I know, but it still hurt you," she replied as she rubbed his back. She felt really bad about hurting him, even if it was what he wanted.

The pain going through Liam's stub was immense, but he felt a lot better knowing that Chica was here for him. That kept him calm. "You feel really warm," he told her as his good hand went from his chest, and to her fabric covering. It felt so soft. Feeling her rubbing his back made him feel safe, even though he knew she was capable of killing.

"So do you," she replied as she felt him touching her. It felt good to be this close to someone, even if what bonded them was fear and pain. She remembered being hurt, being afraid. She didn't want him to feel that way, she knew just how traumatizing it could be.

"I am glad you are here Chica," Liam told her, not afraid to admit that. He would be worried a lot more if she wasn't here for him. "I do wish I had packed my hammer today though instead of games," he said with a weak chuckle.

"You don't need it. If they try to hurt you, I will hurt them," Chica told him, meaning every word of it. Those people seemed like awful people to her anyway. The way they all ganged up on him and hurt him was horrible.

"Thank you Chica, I think I might owe you my life, or at least my thumb." Liam said with a smile.

"You don't owe me anything, all I needed was a friend." She told him.

"In that case, consider me a friend forever. Gah! Fucking shit!" Liam yelled as he raised his good hand to his head. It felt like his head was cracking wide open. He pulled himself away from her, dropping to his knees. It was absolute agony, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

"What's wrong?!" she quickly asked him.

"Just got a massive fucking headache... I think something is wrong," he told her, wondering if he had some kind of messed up brain damage. "I'll worry about it later."

"Is there anything I can do?" Chica asked out of concern.

"No, you've already done enough for me," Liam told her with a sigh before standing back up. "I still need to clean the wound up... Shit, well there is something else you could do for me. Could you open up the bottle for me?" Liam pointed towards the bottle of whiskey.

Chica grabbed the bottle, twisting the top off it before handing it to Liam. "What happens if that man that hurt you dies?" she asked him. "Would you be safer then?"

"Maybe, even if I aren't any safer with him dead, I would still like to see him ripped to shreds." He truthfully told her as he grabbed the whiskey bottle by the neck with his good hand. Without hesitation, he took a big mouthful of whiskey straight from the bottle. "Bleh, I never was much of a drinker..." Immediately after saying that, he poured a load of the alcohol all over his injured hand. He screamed as he felt the messed up stub burning all over again. Liam slammed the bottle down onto the table. "Fuck! That hurt almost as bad as actually burning it! Still stinging like a bitch!" He spat as he breathed heavily. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take.

"Sit down, let me do the rest for you." Chica said to him, seriously worried that he might pass out or just drop dead. He sounded like he was in so much pain.

"It's fine... I think the worst is over. I just need to get this bandaged up." Liam weakly responded as he sat down. He then began using the sleeves he ripped off his shirt as makeshift bandages. With some difficulty, he tried getting it wrapped around his hand, but every time he brushed against the stub, he completely lost it and the bandages came loose. "Fuck." He whispered under his breath before looking back to Chica. He held out his hand to her along with the sleeves. "Can you help me with this?" He asked.

1AM

Liam's hand was all bandaged up thanks to Chica. He was sat in his office chair and Chica was sat on the desk. Searing pain kept shooting through his head, but thanks to Chica, he was able to get his mind off the pain for at least a few moments. "About last night, are the others mad at you?" Liam asked her. As the night progressed, he was becoming much more sleepy. He didn't know if it was because he lost a lot of blood or if it was just the fact he didn't sleep much.

Chica remembered how he stood up for her, even though he knew he was putting himself in danger by doing so. She thought he deserved an answer. "They're scared I am getting to close to you."

"They're scared? Why?" He asked her, finding it weird that those animatronics would be scared of anything.

"Someone hurt me...hurt us all. They are scared you will do the same thing to me."

"Chica... I would never hurt you. And I promise you, if I survive this night, one of theses days I will take you away from this place. You can stay with me." Liam told her, meaning every word.

At first, Chica was ecstatic to hear those words coming from him. But then she remembered the others, she couldn't just leave them to rot in this place. "But what about the others? They will be stuck here. We can't just leave them here." Chica told him.

Liam didn't quite know what to say to that. Set the animatronics that tried to kill him free? If they hurt anyone, it would be on him. "They might kill me though, or kill others if I set them free... I can't take that chance."

"All they want is to be free. If I talk to them, and you show them you're not like the person that hurt us, they wont hurt you, I promise! Please, you took the chance with me," she begged him, hoping that he would be the one to set them all free.

The guard had to think about it for a moment. It was a massive risk, taking them all with him. He thought just maybe he could sneak one of them out of this place, but all four seemed almost impossible. "If you can make sure they don't hurt anyone once they are out of this place, I will do it. But first, I need to get the fuck out of this place. If I can get my thumb reattached, then we need to move fast. Can you get me to the front door?" Liam asked while grabbing the paper cup filled with ice, and his thumb.

"I can, stay behind me. I will keep you safe," Chica replied as she opened the door to the west hall. Almost as soon as the door opened up, screams and groans could be heard echoing throughout the pizza place. The screams sounded louder than they were last time. Chica guessed that Freddy must have caught the other humans inside the bathroom. Slowly, they made their way through the west hall. Liam was behind Chica by about ten foot. As they walked, the supply closet suddenly flung wide open just as Liam passed it. Immediately, Liam turned to face the supply closet, seeing the loan shark running right towards him. Before Liam could even get his arms up to defend himself, the loan shark raised his leg and sent a strong kick straight into Liam's chest. The guard fell stumbled as the air was knocked out of his lungs, his back smacking against the hard wall behind himself. The paper cup fell straight out of his hand, the ice scattering all over the floor along with his thumb.

"Fucking bastard!" the loan shark yelled as he continued his onslaught. Liam couldn't really see it, but in one hand, the loan shark was holding an eight inch knife. The brown haired man also had a massive diagonal slash going from his ear to his chin. Liam spotted the blade, and reached for the loan shark's wrist, trying to stop the man from stabbing him. It didn't stop the loan shark, he slashed right into the palm of Liam's left hand. The injured guard let out a brief yell as he pulled his hand back, but almost as soon as he did, he felt the blade then entering his gut.

"You stupid cunt!" the loan shark shouted as he wrapped one hand around Liam's neck whilst pulling the blade out of the guard's gut. It was then he brought the blade to Liam's right eye whilst looking to Chica. "Make a move and this knife goes straight into his fucking skull!"

Chica froze, she was so close to them both, she could almost reach out and grab the loan shark. She felt terrified, she told him that she would protect him, but she didn't manage to stop this from happening. "Don't hurt him!"

Liam could feel the blood flowing out of the wound at his gut. At first it felt like a bad punch, but as the blood began to leak out of the wound and turn his normally white shirt red, the reality set in. He was bleeding badly, this man could end up killing him. It was then he ended up doing something desperate. He grabbed the blade with both injured hands, the blood flowing from both palms as the razor sharp edge cut through the flesh and nerves. He felt the loan shark trying to push the knife into his eye, causing the blade to slip past the flesh of his hands to touch the bone. "Chica!" Liam screamed just before seeing the animatronic slam herself into the loan shark, knocking him to the ground.

"Holy shit..." Liam looked down to his hands, blood dripping profusely from the very deep cuts. His hands were shaking bad. He pressed both of his seriously cut up hands against his bleeding gut as a loud smack rang out in the hall. He looked straight over to Chica, seeing her on top of that loan shark, slamming her first straight into his face.

The first punch went landed on his eye, almost completely blinding him. The second punch landed on his mouth, shattering his front teeth. The nerves in his broken teeth sending utter agony right through his mouth. Chica rammed her fist into the side of his head, knocking him out completely as the blood and broken shards of his teeth slid down his throat. She lifted up her fist again, Liam could have stopped her, but he didn't. He watched as her fist struck the side of his head once again, and again, and again. Each time she punched him, his skull caved in a little. Crimson liquid leaked like tiny red rivers from his nostrils and ears, and it gushed from his mouth. Chica didn't stop slamming her fist into his head until she felt her hand going through his skull, hitting the tiled floor.

"I think he is dead..." Liam said with a weak smile. He had to admit, it was satisfying seeing him go in such a brutal way.

Chica looked at Liam, he had gone so pale, his body was shaking and he could see it. "Liam, you have to go!" She quickly got back up to her feet, but soon felt something crushing underneath her foot. Instantly, she felt horrified, knowing exactly what it was. "I'm so sorry Liam! I didn't see it!" She quickly apologized

"T-that's alright, I still have m-my second favourite thumb," he shakily replied as he panted so hard, his body aching, bleeding, barely holding up as he walked towards the dining hall.

Chica walked over to him and picked him up in her arms. "I will get you out of here," she told him, trying to sound confident as she carried him towards the front entrance.

Liam was about to tell her to drop him, but it felt good not having to walk, even if it was for a moment. Gently, Chica sat him down on one of the tables. "Take the keys from my belt... I-I can't move my damn hands to open the door."

Chica did exactly as she asked and took the keys. She opened the double doors that led straight outside and into the front parking lot. "It's open," she said right before she heard something hitting the ground behind herself. She spun around to see Liam on his hands and knees. "Liam?!"

The injured security guard pushed himself up off the ground, leaving bloody hand prints on the floor. He then stumbled towards Chica, holding one hand to his head, and the other against his bloody gut. "Shit, feels like something is pushing against my skull..." he told her whilst he looked towards the open door. "I swear, I will get you out of this place Chica if I survive."

Chica believed him, but she was more concerned about him surviving the night. "Please go before you die..." Chica responded in a very upset tone of voice.

Liam nodded in response before walking out of those doors, leaving a trail of blood behind himself. He unsteadily walked out into the parking lot. It was then he felt as if he went deaf, or had water blocking up his ears. He knew it wasn't water though, especially when he felt it dribbling out of his ear canal. Something was causing him to bleed from his ears, and he had a bad feeling that it was something to do with his head injuries. He felt fucked up, every part of him was aching, hurting. Liam had to find help before it was too late. It was on the sidewalk that he felt himself losing control of his body, starting to stumble everywhere as if he was drunk until everything went dark.

3 Months Later.

The establishment was completely cleaned, all the blood and gore was gone. Chica, Freddy, Foxy and Bonnie were all still stuck in their never-ending nightmare, forced to sing those same songs over and over again. Chica still had no idea what became of Liam. She thought of what might have happened every night the pizza place closes. She thought he was dead, the others thought that he forgot about all of them, and was never coming back. Chica watched the kids playing with their parents, seeing them all so free to leave this place made her a little jealous, as did seeing how many friends they had. They could all leave this place whenever they wanted, but not them, they were left here to rot. The day seemed to turn to night quickly for them, and at 11AM, a new guard walked in. For a moment, Chica had her hopes up, but they were quickly dashed when she saw it was some other guy. They watched as he made his way to the office before they all activated a few minutes later. Chica walked off the stage, about to walk into the kitchen until something caught all their attention. They heard the front doors unlocking before being flung open.

"Chica!" a familiar voice yelled out.

Chica was shocked to see him standing at the front doors. He was wearing a black hoodie, leather gloves and black cargo pants. Outside in the parking lot was a van, waiting for them all.

"You want your freedom? Then fucking move your mechanical asses, now!" Liam knew this was a stupid move, but he made a promise. He was lucky he managed to talk to one of the former guards and pay him a little to make a copy of the front door key.

Chica was the first to walk towards him, stopping for a moment to hug him. "I thought you were dead." She whispered.

Liam quickly returned the hug, embracing the animatronic that had saved his life. "So did I for a moment."

"What the hell is going on here?!" The security guard yelled, his flashlight pointing straight at the animatronics. All of a sudden, he heard a massive scream coming from Foxy who was just a few feet away from him. The new guard dropped his flashlight instantly and ran towards the office, running as fast as his legs could take him. Once he was in his room with both doors slammed shut, he panted, gathering his thoughts. "I think I just shit myself!"

Foxy didn't pursue him, instead he just began singing to himself as he made his way outside, and into the back of the van. "Pick yer legs up, least ye walk th' plank!"

Liam chuckled as he walked to the van and looked to Chica. "I think I am going to get along with the rest of your friends," he said to her as she climbed in, soon followed by Bonnie and Freddy.

5 years later.

Liam was sitting down on the couch, watching TV in his new home. He started up his own business, a small restaurant. Chica did most of the cooking with the help of Bonnie and Freddy. Liam tended to the tables. With the money, they managed to keep the restaurant, a house, and they even managed to buy a boat for Foxy. It wasn't all good news however. He had to get surgery due to the pressure felt behind his skull. His thumb never was salvaged either, leaving him with a stub. The stab to the gut had left a nasty scar, but he felt lucky to be alive. There had been an investigation into who attacked Liam, but Liam never did say who attacked him or where he was during the attack. The pizza place denied that he made it in that night. The bodies were never found, officially. Bonnie told Liam that he saw a man carrying out large crates the very next day, and the suits and parts they had used on the men were all gone. Freddy walked past the TV for a moment, but Liam stopped him. "Hey, is Foxy back yet?" the human asked.

"Nope, I think he's out sailing the seven seas," Freddy replied. "I was about to play some poker with Bonnie, you want in? It's more fun with more than two people playing."

"I'd like to but Chica said she's making me something special. I'll join your game after I've eaten whatever it is she's cooking." Liam replied with a smile.

"I've seen what she's cooking, you're going to like it," Freddy teased before leaving the human alone.

Liam grew very curious, wondering what it was she was cooking. She basically kicked him out of the kitchen to make whatever it was she was making. A few minutes later, Chica walked in, with a plate in her hands. On it was a cake she put the cake down on the table a couple of feet away from the couch.

"Hope you like it!" Chica happily said to him. She couldn't stop herself from giggling as she saw just how happy he was.

Liam looked to the cake, on it was an adorable icing decoration of Chica and himself hugging in the old pizza place he broke her out of. On top of the cake surrounding the decoration was cream with chopped up strawberries. The detail was amazing, he had no idea how she managed it. "Chica, it's amazing! And cute."

Chica cut a small slice of cake for him before sitting down, handing it to him. "Have a taste." She was excited to hear what he thought of it.

Liam took a big bite, tasting the strawberries already. Before he really realized it, he had devoured the slice of cake. "It's delicious! Are you planning on putting it on the menu?" he asked her.

"I was thinking I could keep this one a secret. Maybe we ccould make them for special occasions, but only for you," Chica replied to him before resting her head on his shoulder.

Liam sort of liked the idea of a secret cake just for him. For a moment, he just lay there with her, watching some TV. He enjoyed spending time with her, she had became his best friend. He knew a lot of people would think it is weird that his best friends are all animatronics, but they didn't go through what he had to go through. He would trust any one of them with his life, especially Chica. He felt lucky to have met her, she didn't just save his life, she gave him a new reason to live.

Meanwhile, out on a vast lake, there was a small row boat right in the middle it. From it, loud singing could be heard. A small group of fishermen looked out to the boat. The group of three looked at each other, wondering if they were hearing things for a moment.

"Can you hear that?" one man said to the other.

"Yeah, I can. What is that?" the other older man replied before they went silent, and tried to listen out to whatever it was the person was singing. As the row boat got a little closer, the lyrics became a little sharper.

"Yo ho! Tis' th' pirate life for thee!"

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Author's note: Well, this is the first time I have ever done multiple endings. If people like this sort of thing, please do let me know. Fun fact, I only did the multiple endings because I couldn't decide on which ending I wanted more, so I thought why not both? Good thing I decided to do that because everyone seemed to want this ending! XD Another fun fact, this was also meant to be a one shot around about 7K in length. This chapter alone is over 11K so things kinda got out of hand. This is also my first Five Nights at Freddy's fic, so I hope I did alright. Either way, I had a fun time writing this. :) I may come back around to this. Also I plan on uploading another part to this chapter, it was a Valentine's day special but I will upload it tomorrow for you all. :)