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"The Hollow Suit"
They said the old Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza was cursed. Not just haunted—cursed.
Toby never believed the stories. Ghost kids? Possessed animatronics? Urban legends meant to scare off thrill-seekers. But one night, he and his friends broke into the crumbling building for a live-stream stunt. The others chickened out when they saw the rusted "CLOSED FOREVER" sign, but Toby went in alone, flashlight and phone in hand.
The smell hit him first—like old grease, mildew, and something rotting.
Inside, cobwebs clung to collapsed party tables. Animatronic parts were scattered like bones. He swept the flashlight around until it landed on the stage. A trapdoor sat slightly ajar behind it.
Curious—and cocky—he slipped inside.
The basement was colder than death.
“Yo, this must be where they stored all the old suits,” he muttered, scanning the rows of defunct animatronics. Most were broken. Dead. Except one.
At the far end, slumped against the wall, sat a yellow rabbit suit.
Spring Bonnie.
Its mouth hung open in a silent scream, and its suit—peeling, rotted—looked like it had bled.
He stepped closer.
“Dude... you’re a legend.”
The air got heavy. He thought he heard whispers—childlike voices in the dark. Laughing, crying.
“Don’t go near him,” they said. “He wears their skin.”
Toby spun around. No one was there.
When he turned back, Spring Bonnie was standing.
Its eyes, black and glinting, locked onto his.
“I was a friend once,” it rasped. The voice sounded layered—a mechanical hiss tangled with something human. “They trusted me.”
The suit stepped forward, the sound of metal grinding and wet things shifting inside.