I kept jamming knives into Deadeye

Deadeye kept dodging the knives.

"Everbody shut the hell up and listen!" Judd shouted, the rest of them turned and looked at Judd. "Here we are fighting like a bunch of animals! While we were tricked by a former member! Now we have to deal with a bunch of scrap metal and a mental patient! Now we can stand here and kill eachother! Or we can kill them!"

"Deadeye's not a mental patient..." Edward started.

"Shutup it was a damn metaphor!" Judd shouted.

"Freddy, Make his head be held still." I said and Freddy forced Deadeye's head to be stuck facing upwards and I jammed the knife into Deadeye's right eye

Deadeye bit onto Freddy's hand and pulled Freddy into the knife jab.

(Question, How? Freddy would've made it so his hands weren't near Deadeye's mouth...)

(He just needed to turn his head while it's in grip. Deadeye's dreadlocks are usually greasy, so they're slippery)

(Aaahhh, and even then, Freddy's glove would've most likely came off and that would've been it...)

(Deadeye doesn't erm wash his hair, so you're basically trying to grab a bunch of skinny fish)

(True. :P and even then, The knife would've gone through the side of Deadeye's head regardless.)

(But once Deadeye would release himself from the grip he would have full motion of the head)

(Yeah...)

(Should we, uh, continue)

(Yeah.)
"Damn..." I muttered, Mangle grabbed onto Deadeye's head and wrapped one of its wire-like endoskeleton parts around Deadeye's forehead to make sure his head stays in a single position, Freddy got off Deadeye and I stabbed at Deadeye's right eye

(Hmm, nope got nothing)

"Damn sh.....wha-where the hell am I?" Deadeye said.

"Over here, Over there, Deeeaaad...." I said stabbing Deadeye in the chest with the knife