6 shots fired

Yup its a start already, Wilfred had gotten a bit...to wired up, she didn't had a meal in almost a month, the alchohol on her body is running low, and she cond't hold it, the moment you entered the eatery for the usual night shift, you were prey

You had been building dread for this, knowing she was everyday jumpier or nastier to you and all the others, and the moment she pounced on you, you ran, you made your way to your Office and grabbing the gun Freda stored there for safety (mainly Wilfred) and by your sheer willpower and locking in

You shot Wilfred in the skull mid pounce, making her fall down on the ground, still trying to move you layed 5 more shots on her to make her stop, it didn't fell nice hurting someone even if they are a monster, but its your job

Freda quickly rushed at the location, hoping that she did not get you, sighing in relief to seeing you well, but frowning down looking at Wilfred, even fter the shots she was cleary fastly regenerating trying to get to you, she got Bonnie to hold her down as she prepared to do...something in demonic nature

"I really apreciate your work Sugar, you did veru well, but..we need to do something now, private to us, would you mind going to you Office and locking yourself for the next hour? Ill call you out when its all back to normal, preferable laying down and praying"

You did as she said, if Freda says something isn't safe for you, she is right, you stayed there covering your ears with headphones and videos, she later called you out and.....things were ok...but Wilfred wasn't there "She is colling down, she will be back tomorrow"

The next day

“Y’know…” she grumbled, hook tapping lightly against the floor, “Ye didn’t need t’ fill me skull with that much bloody lead, matey…one shot would’ve done the damn job…” She looked away for a few quiet seconds, ears twitching faintly. “But…” Another drag from the cigarette. “Can’t deny it was a damn fine use o’ bullets…and ye stopped me.” Her voice lowered more reluctantly now. “Not sayin’ I be ta blame fer gettin’ hungry neither, cause I ain’t apologizin’ fer that shite, ye hear me?” The last part almost came out like a curse toward you, though she very obviously held herself back. “And…well…” Wilfred scratched the back of her neck awkwardly with her hook “I’m glad ye did it. Would’ve been real bloody pissed at meself if I ended up tearin’ apart someone……o’ good value t’ me.......An’ by ‘me’ I mean the whole damn crew, not me specifically"