They made it too easy, honestly.

This time it was a little girl. She couldn't have been older than thirteen but William didn't care. Okay, maybe he did care a little, but not for her best interest of course. She was just as much a brat as any other kid that pranced around this death trap.

His death trap.

His wonderfully perfect game where nothing ever went wrong. For him of course. William had yet to be caught, and honestly he wasn't sure he ever would be at this point–he'd gotten too good! It made him giddy just thinking about the risk of it all. But the risk was the allure.

He never bothered to learn their names. They wouldn't be important in a year or two anyway when everyone forgot they even went missing in the first place. It'd been nearly a year itself since that first evening he'd spent here all by his lonesome with some other poor brat. That kid lasted a while, it honestly impressed him. Just a bit though.

Speaking of lasting, this girl put up a bit too much of a fight. The little rat bit him! Hard too, it drew blood. Nothing a little excuse couldn't cover up though. William spent most of his time around machinery that could do something just like this with a lot less effort after all!

It worried him just a tiny bit that somebody might have heard her. For just a moment however, the restaurant had been cleaning out for a while; there was barely anybody left. He fixed the whole 'screaming' issue fast anyway. He had too.

Now, William was a lucky man.

Unfortunately.

The stolid stench of death that reeked from the animatronics in wafts was, somehow, never investigated. He counted his lucky stars that it wouldn't be any time soon. Though he knew someday somebody would probably figure it out.

They were in for a surprise then.

Letting out a shaky breath, almost of ecstasy, he layered two bandaids over his hand to cover up the teeth marks that wept in red. Cleaning up was the hard part but he managed.

William cleared his throat, fixed his tie, and stepped outside while he hummed to himself.