“ Indeed. “
Fredbear responded, slightly confused at what the anonymous guest was hinting at. This WAS meant to be a show for CHILDREN, after all, or at least it was supposed to seem like it at first. Strangely enough, the anon’s words not only made him thirst for blood, but made IRRITATION run through the animatronic’s mechanical veins. Irritation towards them, that, if satiated, would surely grow into an irritation towards every living being he came across. Taking a step closer, he locked his gaze with the grayface’s, the permanently smiling mouth opening widely, threateningly. He wasn’t even attempting to hide the amount of lust for their own blood they caused as he raised his claws, swiftly slashing across the thin layers of flesh on their stomach.
“ If, by ‘cut deep through it , ‘ you mean THIS ? “
Satisfied with the damage, the beast swiftly brought up his hand, snapping his fingers. In an instant, several fishhooks appeared in his hands, attached to VERY long strings of twine. After a long moment of silence, the gasping — && small amount of screaming — began. As far as the beast could tell, they were screams of CONFUSION, more than anything; however any intelligent child would have known to run by now. To seek their parents. To cry into their arms && watch as they saved the day. Unfortunately, this would not be happening on Fredbear’s watch. He began digging a fishhook into the anon’s left hand, puncturing the delicate, pulsing skin between their fingers. As the screaming from the anon began, he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. This was how it always ended, && Fredbear LOVED it. It was BEYOND entertaining, those faces that showed they were experiencing true horror, those precious SCREAMS of AGONY …
OH, HE WOULD NEVER GROW TIRED OF IT.
The remaining fishhooks were placed in the same areas as usual: their right hand, their feet, their spine. The process, of course, would be INCREDIBLY painful, as no type of method was used to dull the pain for them — quite the contrary, in fact.
Once the agonizing task was complete, Fredbear straightened himself in order to appear taller, looming above the anon && holding the strings in his hands. He began manipulating them with such grace && swiftness that those watching it would almost immediately get the feeling that he had done this before.
He himself watched with amusement as the anon began choking on their own blood, forced to adhere to the mechanical bear’s commands — his physical ones, at least. As a conclusion to the show, he grabbed the anon’s side with his oversized paw, swiftly turning them to face him && roughly sliding his razor-sharp claw across their neck. As they involuntarily bent over, spewing their life onto the ground, Fredbear’s loud voice echoed through the carnival.
“ How intriguing — You have proved yourself right. Look at you, you can still bow while SPILLING YOUR INSIDES ONTO MY STAGE. “