The Real Bite of '87

FNAF 4 SPOILERS FOR BAD ENDING. SUMMARY INSIDE BECAUSE I DON'T WANNA RUIN IT FOR THOSE SCROLLING BY!

Summary: The restaurant was silent for once in its entire lifespan, until all people in the room saw the long trail of blood, trickling out of Fredbears mouth. Then another, and another.

"You heard the little man! He wants to get even closer!" Yelled one of the bullies.

The four friends helped hoist the youngest up on their shoulders. The ones with the Foxy and Bonnie masks took the little boy towards the stage, with him thrashing wildly, trying to get them to loosen their grip, but alas he was stuck. Tears streamed down his and his please fell deaf to his bullies ears. They were nearing the stage and the young boys worst nightmares were coming true.

"Hey guys, I think the little man said he wanted to give Fredbear a big kiss!" Said one of them.

The little boy didn't know which one, but before he knew it, he was lifted up and nearing Fredbears head. He started screaming wildly, trying to gain an adults attention, but with his screams mixed with the others, then all sounded too much alike.

"On THREE. One, two..." Said another and then they pushed the little boy forwards, towards Fredbears mouth which was open.

The little boy had seen Fredbears mouth. It opened and closed, and he knew he would be right between the jaws when it closed. He cried even harder, but the bullies just laughed at him. Even his own brother, who was there in a Chica mask, stood back and laughed at his little brother.

If only he knew what was going to happen next.

They pushed the little boy inside Fredbears mouth tightly, and watched his body thrash wildly. They laughed at his cries and pleas to "Get me out of here!". But all that sadistic laughter came to a halt when,

Fredbears mouth closed.

The sickening crunch echoed throughout the whole restaurant. The little boys body stopped thrashing and fell limp. All laughing from the boys, and even some few onlooking customers and employees, ceased. Gasps were heard, children who stopped to look at the scene were frozen. There, in Fredbears mouth, was the little boy, who everyone made fun of for hiding under the table, crying because he was afraid of the animatronics. There was the little boy inside Fredbears mouth-no hanging from Fredbears mouth, not thrashing or crying. The restaurant was silent for once in its entire lifespan, a long trail of blood, trickled out of Fredbears mouth.

Then another,

and another.

Children screamed, Parents rushed out. The bullies stayed put, incredible guilt and fright washing over them. And the little boy, who stayed limp, hung from Fredbears mouth.