William had kidnapped you. Not surprising given his track record. You had been tied down to a chair, the cone with the mechanical Freddy head dangerously close to it. He was wearing the spring Bonnie suit but had taken the head off, he held a kitchen knife in his right hand.

“Well, how should we execute this? We don’t want to make it too much of a hassle to clean up but it needs to be fun at the same time. Such troubling choices.” William muttered to himself, pacing the room as he thought.