[Okay just to make things clear. There are some changes to both the timeline, lore and characters genders, only a few though. I will also be going off most of my favorite MatPat theories along with changing up the time-line as previously mentioned]
3RD PERSON POV: a man wearing a golden bunny suit was slumpt against the wall, a pool of blood slowly leaking towards him, but he wasn't even bothered, only taking the head of the suit off and holding his bruised jaw
William:damn brats
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The man held his jaw in slight pain, feeling a bit of a fracture on it, as he looked to see the last child's body laying on the floor, with and I kid you not. 87 stab wounds to just about everywhere. William couldn't help but laugh a little, remembering the fight the child and another boy gave before dying by his hand
William:little shit was sturdier than he looked
The man rose up from the floor and looked down at the dead child, lightly kicking the boys head, with a face of thought
William:sadly we ran out animatronics, so I can't stuff you into one, and the newer ones are still in their planing faze....hmm. What to do. What to do...
He tapped his foot on the floor, well more like the growing pool of blood, and grumbled upon realizing the amount of cleaning he'll have to do, and kicked the dead child's head in anger
William:I hate you for making such a damn mess. Why couldn't you go down like the other's?
He said while grabbing the child's body and finding a hole in the wall, and stuffed the child in there
William:there we go. That should be good till I find a suit for ya. Just hope no one is smart enough to look in the walls
He said before taking a step back and looking at the child's now mangled corpse and laughed to himself
William:ha! Knew I'd be good at art! Suck it Mrs.Winkle!
He cursed out to his former art teacher before grabbing some nearby wood and covered up the body for good measure. Then remembered the pool of blood on the floor
William:oh right. Clean up duty
The British man would walk away to retrieve a mop, and a lot of bleach and silently began to clean, well more like in silence while cursing under his breath
Willaim:stupid little shit. Getting blood everywhere
MICROS TIMESKIP: once William had left. The child he had stuffed in the wall would come to life, via his eye opening
Y/n:(is he really gone?)
The boys now glowing blood red eyes would scan the room through the cracks between the floor boards and began to free himself, having to break his bones every now and then hut still did it, as the stood in the middle of the storage room, covered in his own blood, his stab wounds gone, and with holes in his clothes
