Mike Schimdt was thinking about Fritz Smith again. Fritz was a gentle day guard with scrawny thighs and solid lips.

Mike walked over to the window and reflected on his deserted surroundings. He had always hated derelict Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria with its victorious, vast vents. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel delighted.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a gentle figure of Fritz Smith.

Mike gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a snotty, understanding, cheese drinker with curvy thighs and solid lips. His friends saw him as a new, nervous night gaurd. Once, he had even brought an ugliest broken animatronic back from the brink of death.

But not even a snotty person who had once brought an ugliest broken animatronic back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Fritz had in store today.

The clouds danced like boating puppies, making Mike tingly. Mike grabbed a tiny gun that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Mike stepped outside and Fritz came closer, he could see the vague smile on his face.

"Look Mike," growled Fritz, with a proud glare that reminded Mike of gentle koalas. "I hate you and I want some more Facebook friends. You owe me 1146 bitcoin."

Mike looked back, even more tingly and still fingering the tiny gun. "Fritz, oh my God they killed Kenny," he replied.

They looked at each other with stressed feelings, like two handsome, happy hamsters running at a very friendly funeral, which had rock music playing in the background and two experimental uncles loving to the beat.

Suddenly, Fritz lunged forward and tried to punch Mike in the face. Quickly, Mike grabbed the tiny gun and brought it down on Fritz's skull.

Fritz's scrawny thighs trembled and his solid lips wobbled. He looked confident, his wallet raw like a kaleidoscopic, kooky knife.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Fritz Smith was dead.

Mike Schimdt went back inside and made himself a nice drink of cheese.

THE END