Months after the loss of his dear daughter; William is mourning and utterly filled with a yearning for vengeance. Even with his recent loss, he's an owner-in-part to their Diner, so he watches countless children run in and out of the party rooms. One little girl always catches his eyes, sticking out like a sore thumb. While a usual kid would run around, make a mess-- she was well mannered, well dressed. She was some rich families little runt-- but her beautiful, blue eyes and neatly kept curled locks drew him in. She was obsessed with one of their arcade games; "Fruity Maze". It kept her attention day-in, day-out.
Susie, was her name. She was shy, usually only talking to other girls or Henry, but the more and more William lured her closer in his Golden suit-- she seemed to open up just a bit more. William could practically taste her tears from how she looked up at him with those doe-eyes. His own eyes meeting hers with hunger, a needy passion that burnt inside his pants chest. He needed her alone, wasting his work hours thinking of a plan. Scheming without success. She initiated their first close-contact, tugging on his large suit paw to gain his attention. William was surprised, but quickly pushed himself out of his thoughts and directly into character. His voice nearly cracking with how much he pitches it, cartoonish and jovial. "Well, hello there! What's your name?" William crouches down, bending his knee to her like a loyal servant. Susie folds her hands behind her back, rocking on her feet; her Mary-Janes ever-so-slightly squeaking. "Suuusie..." she hums at him, curious. Her big eyes, gazing up at him-- something... almost primal- like his own. A need. She needed attention, she was clearly starved of... William was more than happy to offer it to her. "Well, Susie... What're you doing all on your own?" William questioned, leaning in as if the two were sharing secrets. "Well..." she muses, eyes wondering around the room, before she softly bites her bottom lip-- William nearly choking on his tongue as he yearns. "My parents drop me off everyday... but they say to tell people that they're here... just in the bathroom... But... you're safe, right?" She squeezes his large suit finger softly, eyes damn-near sparkling. "Oh, of course, Susie... I'm as safe as they come, Susie! Just come to me if you ever feel unsafe!" She grins, bouncing in place slightly, "Okay! Good... Your voice sounds silly!" William nods, "Well, yeah! My voice is supposed to be silly! Silly is safe!" He extends his other hand to brush her curls out of her face. William lets out an exaggerated gasp, quickly reaching back behind himself, producing a lollipop from his back-pocket. Susie gasps, shyly taking the sucker from his paw. "Well, Susie! I've gotta be off" He gently ruffles her hair before standing and swiftly walking away-- giving her no chance to follow.
William locked himself in the staff only restroom, quickly shedding the golden suit-- his pants tented with his throbbing erection. He barely palmed at himself, body shuttering with need. He wanted to save his seed for the girl, desperately thrusting his hips into the open air to release pressure. It takes several moments before his needy cock starts to settle back into his pants, as he splashes icy water over his face. Panting and huffing like a damned dog leaves him feeling sick. He wanted her more than anything else.
It didn't take many visits for her to become completely attached-- soon William is who she runs up to first instead of that arcade game. This power left him swooning. Weeks went by, every single day besides Sunday, Susie would spend more time with William than her own parents. Of course, one day Susie is dropped off with tear stained cheeks and a red, runny nose. William is the first person she goes to, sobbing softly into the chest of the suit. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Why're you cryin'?" Susie looks up at him, tears still slipping down her cheeks. "My do- dog ran away-- a-and my parents told me we cou-- couldn't look for him!" William offered the girl a tissue, letting her a moment to clean up her face. "Why... that's just awful, Susie... What's he look like, hm?" William soothes her, slowly drawing her closer with a brief hug-- and he's internally shuttering with the feeling of her little body against his own. Silently cursing this stupid suit that keeps them at a metaphorical arms-length. "He- He's a big Golden Doodle... so pretty..." William muses, "I'll make sure to keep an eye out for him, and spread the word about his disappearance. "You'd really do that... You'd help me, find him?" William nods, "Well, of course... we're friends, Susie. I do anything for my friends. Who's picking you up tonight?" He hums. "I... No one picks me up... usually I walk to a bus station..." she murmurers quietly. "Why... that doesn't seem very safe. Well... Your Old friend Bonnie will make sure you get home safe, okay?"
Hours pass by slowly, William counts the moments that pass by ritualistically-- just waiting for the doors to be closed for the night. William tells Henry to leave early, that he'd clean up after closing. Once everyone was gone, William let Susie roam around all the rooms. He cleaned in the suit, which was unusual for him-- but he couldn't break the illusion... even if she knew deep down it was just a suit. Of course, the suit gave him clearance to watch her, obsess over her. She was adorable today. Her magenta blouse hugged her torso, barely showing the womanly mounds she was forming, and that deep, navy blue skirt left his knees weak. Top it off with the lacy white socks and big white bow atop her head? He was practically drooling. His cock pressed against the inside of the suit angrily, seeking a victim. Susie was starting to look bored, whining softly that she's getting sleepy. "My, Susie... I have a big surprise. Did I tell you about the new friends in Fredbear's? They're super cool..." William leant the broom against a wall, making sure the front door is locked properly-- before leading Susie into the Employee's Only rooms. "They're in the workshop... You're gonna love them, I just know it."
The two of them entered the basement, all smiles. A soft gasp alerts William that she's seen them. Four huge figures cloaked in tarps and blankets. "Well, kid... You wanna see them?" Susie eagerly nodded, "Yeah!". William steadied her by the door, before yanking the sheets off them carefully. A bunny, chicken, bear and fox were lined up-- their bodies look soft and cozy, some of them even having faux-fur lining their bodies. "Eeek! They're so cool!!" Susie cried out, quickly stepping closer to them, her small hands running over their soft fur. "Yes..." William gestured to each on, listing off their name-- "This is Bonnie, Chica, Freddy and Foxy. Unique names, right?" She giggles, "Chica... She's a girl then, right? ...Well, she's already my favorite... 'Let's Eat?' She's so cool..." She reaches up to touch the bib, smiling from ear to ear. William slowly plucks the suits paws off his hands, taking a large 16oz estwing hammer from the workbench. "She's adorable, right?" William approaches from behind, passion burning in his eyes as he slams the mallet down onto her head. She makes a shocked 'eek' noise before succumbing to the hit, and dropping to the ground. She groaned softly, not unconscious. Her body was limp, pliable-- but she was watching him with lidded eyes. William pulled the suit head off, unsympathetic eyes staring down at the girl-- her blood and hair caught on the rubber of the mallet. "Well, I sure did a number on you... Bit of a headache... hm?" William crouched down, a knife being pulled from the sheath in the thigh holster on his pants. He waved it in front of her face without hesitation, "Do you know what this is?" Susie whimpered, barely being able to shake her head 'no'. "This is a Fairbairn knife. It's used for fighting... you're not gonna put up much a fight though, are you?" William cooed down at her, brushing her bloodied hair from her face. "Good, good girl... You're gonna die tonight... Okay? I'm going to take your virginity and then your life, Susie." She started crying, the tears slow coming as this realization sinks into her very flesh.
William takes his time, slowly dulling his knife with cutting away the fabric of her clothing. She couldn't force her hands to move to push his larger ones away. He kneels down, one knee between her legs the other to her side for stability. He slowly drags the blade down the middle of her chest, and her belly, a line splitting her skin open and blood bubbling out. He feels a warm fluid slowly seep into his trouser leg, her whimpering proving his own theories. "You peed yourself? ....tch... Susie... Susie, Susie, Susie... I thought you were a big girl, Susie. I thought you'd be brave, and be quiet... and not make anymore mess than needed. But here you are, disappointing me... Do you know just how disappointed in you I am?" He questions, watching her flinch with each word. He waited on her answer, but with the lack of one, he plunges his knife deep into her tiny arm-- right in her elbow. The knife cleanly severs the nerves and ligaments attaching the two halves of the limb together. Her blustering whimpers erupt into a scream, pain tearing through her tiny chest. "Shut..." He pulls the knife out, slamming it down into her thigh. "UP!" She gasps and sobs loudly, her tiny voice crying for her absent parents. "Your fucking parents wouldn't even drive two minutes out of their way on their way home to pick you up, Suzzanne. You think they'd think for even a moment about you mattering? You're a glorified fucking Dog to those people..." William rambled, pulling the knife out. He drags the tip of the blade around, meeting her pubic bone, slowly drilling the blade into her stomach, until it penetrates her uterus from the outside. She gasps and cries, her screams only growing louder with each twist and turn of the blade. Blood started to gush from her mouth as her insides were torn to shreds by the sadistic man over her.
He stands in a frenzied movement, freeing himself of his soiled pants. His cock is throbbing and freely bobbing in front of her face. She gags at the smell, it's new and unfamiliar-- it makes her tummy twist and turn. "This is going inside you. In here..." He twists the knife, his grey eyes shining with something evil. Her insides are torn to shreds, as he slowly starts rocking the knife inside her, tugging at her very organs. William groans, his cock dripping like a open faucet, her agony only getting him harder. He heaved her little legs up, her knees nearing her shoulders-- the pressure digging the knife in further. William silently viewed her tiny pussy, bare to the world and so cute. Her little cunt lips pressed together, the only slick on them is her blood. William spit down onto her slit, rubbing his throbbing cock over it to spread his saliva. Susie was slipping in and out of consciousness, eyes lulling closed from shock and pain-- her body trying to save her from experiencing anymore. William pressed into her, his imposing size and weight forcing his tip into her pussy, her hymen quickly being torn apart under the pressure. William wasn't huge by any standards, but his cock felt like a forearm inside her tiny hole-- the burning pain sent her into convulsions. Her whole body shook and spasmed with pain, foam and blood mixing and pouring from her mouth. She pees again, this time it just trickles down over his cock, onto the floor. He grips her hips and thrusts through her convulsions, groaning in pleasure as her body naturally tenses and squeezes him. "Gonna milk me dry pretty soon... I've saved it all for you, months of seed stored in there... Too bad it wont go to any use..." he flicks the knife slightly, before ripping it out of her stomach. Her uterus is partially attached to the knife, "Eugh... You're falling apart like a shitty Halloween prop, Susie..." He pouts down at her.
Every thrust is near euphoric for him, jaw clenching, earth shattering pleasure fills him with warmth as he seeks that ultimate end-- his orgasm growing as quickly as his attraction to her did. His seed coated her insides thoroughgoingly, slowly oozing out through the wound in her stomach. William patted her face, only to find that she's ice cold, her lips a pale blue and eyes lifeless-- dead like a fish. "Ah..." He sighed, pulling his length out of her as it slowly softens. "How gruesome... and disappointing..." William drags himself up off the ground, rummaging around in a cardboard box and pulling out tarp-like apron. Fastening it around his waist, he hooked up the circular saw. He got to work dismantling Chica's suit, and measuring just how big the pieces can be before going to work.
First things first, he slices off the fingerprints off her fingers, skinning her like a potato. Those went into a separate plastic bag and set aside, next were her teeth-- plucked from her skull one at a time with a pair of needle nose pliers. They barely fit between her teeth, so he had to weasel them in-- only to chip her two front teeth. He grunted in annoyance at these minor inconveniences. That's all she was to him. An inconvenience. Not a kid, or a person. William sighed as he sits up and kneels by her body, drawing a line on her skin where he'd need to cut-- the blade in his hand giving him the first split in her skin to start pulling her apart piece by piece. He starts with her head-- no goggles, he figured he'd live if a little bit of blood got into his eye. Once her head was removed, he got to work. In total there are 14 individual pieces of her left. Her hands, her forearms, her biceps, her feet, her calves, her thighs, her torso and her head. Without counting her teeth or finger tips, of course. Each body part was carefully inserted into parts of Chica, hidden amongst wires and cords, no one would be the wiser to the body hidden inside. Each part... except the head.
William kept that. He put Chica back together, ignoring the subtle way it moved after being filled. William cleans up the mess-- clothing scraps into the furnace. Fingertips, hair and teeth left as trophies. He took the head, wrapped away in towels and chucked that into the furnace as well. He scrubbed the floor until his knuckles were cracked from being exposed to bleach and his own finger-prints were worn away to barely anything. He huffed and puffed, hours spent on clean-up that could of been used to savor the experience. She was so beautiful. He checked over everything, watching with a hawks eye to make sure nothing is amiss. He climbs the stairs. He spends maybe 30 minutes finalizing his cleaning rituals, and making sure he's properly clocked out. He heads home with those plastic snack baggies of trophies in his back pocket.
Once he was home, he kicked his shoes off, sauntering down the hallway towards his office. Pictures upon pictures mount his desk. That girl... she was his everything. Three more to go... He figured he could get away with four murders, and give Susie some friends. He shivered, slowly sliding those pictures into the top drawer of his desk. Placing the 3 separate baggies on top for safe keeping, locking the drawer safely.
Joining his wife in bed was... tiresome. They never spoke, and Clara never tried to initiate. She was boring. Used up and dry now. William knew there were better girls out there... Susie would of been a perfect wife... But she served her own purpose. She is useful now. William drifted off to sleep, feeling as though he made someone useful for once. While Susie gets a falsified grave in their basement