Jeremy's POV

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I was running around the corner when I hear a scream followed by a loud 'CHOMP' sound. I skid to a stop and run back to the corner, looking around it cautiously.
I cover my mouth for 2 reasons: 1. Shock... 2. To prevent myself from throwing up at the sight of the scene...
There, laying on the floor... Was my loving boyfriend... Micheal Schmidt... In a pool of his own blood. Above him was that... that damned fox...
I felt a warm tear slip down my cheek, followed by another... and another... and another.
"M-Micheal...." I sniffle, starting to sob.
I hear something walk up to me, smelling the rich scent of blood... I hesitantaly look up and see Foxy, his mouth filled with my boyfriend's blood.
"You're next. . ." said in a demonic voice.

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