Jack's last breath.
Karl's P.O.V. Dalton didn't come back and Dj still hasn't returned. I began to fear the worst has happened to them. I sighed as Jack and I now faced each other. "What do you think happened to them?" Jack asked me. I tried not to think about it and swallowed hard trying not to throw up again. "I....don't know," I managed to choke out as our pizza came which did not help my stomach. I sighed if Jack goes "missing" then when I take the last night, I'm going to bring someone with me.
Jack's P.O.V.
I waited till everyone had left and waited ten minutes after that. I walked out of the bathroom with my flashlight close to me. I shined it at Foxy who was still in the back room with a broken old Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie. I stared at them for a moment weirded out and made my way around. I walked into an office and sat down looking through some papers. I turned to the desk behind me, there was a knife in the desk which held a piece of paper to the desk. I pulled it out and in red pen it wrote: Its me. I turned around and saw a little boy holding a balloon sign and a balloon in his hands and staring at me. I grabbed my flashlight and tried to turn it on. No light responded, great. I decided to leave. I ran out into the west hallway but tripped in something wet. I heard footsteps and tried to get up as someone grabbed my foot. Xavier the Coyote was trying to drag me away. I tried to kick him but growled in pain as my foot tore off. Xavier smirked and scratched my neck leaving deep bloody wounds. My eyes fluttered as a weird puppet walked to me from behind him with a kitchen knife. I felt a sharp pain in my forehead as the puppet stabbed the knife in my head. Everything soon after faded to darkness.
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