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The man entered the small pizzeria at 2:00 AM. Yesterday was the last for the night watch. The man had a ponytail and was wearing a purple uniform. Let's name him Vincent. Vincent had carried with him a hatchet or small axe of some sort. A small maniacal smile crept up his face in the darkness. "This ends now." Vincent said. He had worked there before. And he despised it. Did he hate children? That was something he asked himself everyday after he murdered the twelve children. Twelve children. For each of the animatronics. Nine boys and three girls. For each of the three pizzerias. Vincent's mind was distorted. He never knew what he was doing.