Blood gushes and slides down his wrinkled, sweat-covered skin and down onto his unforgettable smile as the gurgling of the crimson red liquid echoes through the halls from the last child to go. The walls are tattooed with zigzag patterns of handprints colored in red, the fan spins and blows air softly in the other room, the final moans of the innocent victims linger in the man's ear as he wanders carefully over to the second part of the plan. The way he would forever keep his sins a secret.

He allows the blood-drenched knife to slip out of his hands and roll across the floor as he places his cold, skinny hands onto the heads and bodies of the strange, shadowy figures slumped along the walls around him. He viciously squeezes the head of the first victim and forcefully shoves it inside the first suit, some strange…brown bear of sorts. Sounds of bones crushing and cracking fill the pizzeria but do not faze the man in the slightest, a smile spreads ear to ear as the sounds of the child's skeleton breaking finally end. A small pool of blood splatters annoyingly on his new security shirt as the kid's corpse eventually enters the bear suit completely. The man raises his still hand and effortlessly wipes and smears the blood in an attempt to get rid of it, only for it to stain more of the shirt and spread onto the shiny, eye-catching badge that he had tried incredibly hard to loot earlier. He heaves a heavy sigh in irritation however pays the matter no more interest. He had no time to think about something trivial, he still had a mess to clean up first.

The crunching and the breaking of the children's skeletons haunt the hallways of the building for a few more minutes as the man stuffs the rest of the suits with the bodies, treating them all like ragdolls as he picks each one up, one at a time, with his right hand and pushes them into their resting place, their eternal prison. The shrieking and screams of the children continue to plague the man's mind as he gets up from his kneeling position in front of the final animatronic suit, a golden one. Slumped over on the wall with its arms laid across the floor and its jaw hanging wide open. For whatever reason, for one that the man simply couldn't comprehend, this one suit actually bothered him and slightly gave him the goosebumps as he sits there in the darkness with the suit.

He stares into the empty eyes of the large suit and faintly sees the scarred and bloody child inside and chuckles, they're just suits for the sole entertainment of the children, nothing less and nothing more. He forces himself out of the kneeling position and back onto his feet, he stretches his arms out and cracks his knuckles in boredom.

Another job done, clean and simple…and ridiculously enjoyable. He wanders cheerfully over to the exit and opens his cold lips slightly to whistle a happy tune as he leaves the crime scene with glee.

A hand moves. A mouth opens. A body twitches. A sharp yet tired moan lingers in the room as the murderer disappears into the darkness. The suits begin to fidget and shuffle slowly across the floor as the image of the man and his crazed smile is permanently burned into their minds. A security guard. An impostor. The golden suit attempts to get to its feet and fails, unlike the others. It sits in the darkness for a few moments before it senses something dark take over its consciousness…revenge.

The kids will be here soon, it's time to play.