The body of Michael fell to the ground, with the beak of Toy Chica lodged into his head. At that very moment Evan had stepped in to tell him that he was on lunch break but seeing this unpleasant sight made him stop. "No, no, no, no. . . . ." He rushed over to Michael's body. "Why. . . . .no. .I can't lose him either. . . ." 

'Casey' walked inside since he saw Evan rush in here, "Hey Mr.Aft-afton. . ." Evan jerked his head to look at 'Casey' his eyes filled with tears, "DON'T STAND THERE LIKE AN IDIOT CASEY, CALL A AMBULANCE PLEASE" 'Casey' shuddered, this was one of the first times he had heard Evan yell at him in such a long time. "Yes sir", he ran out and went to the telephone that was on the counter dialing 911 rapidly. Before anybody picked up he smiled, "Looks like it worked well. . ."

"Hello, 911. What's your emergency?"

'Casey' told the operator and sooner or later hung up. He ran back to the previous room, "They're on their way s- Mr.Afton." Evan kept Michael's body close to him. He was shaking badly.

The paramedics arrived in 5-9 minutes, they rushed to get Michael's body in the ambulance.

"There's no way he's going to surive that. ." Evan mumbled while he hugged 'Casey'. 'Casey sighed, "He wil I hope, don't worry. . ."

'Casey' when he gets home: and boom there goes another one off my list of people i want dead.