As I read last week's newspaper, I was amazed to discover an article about Fazbear Entertainment shutting down for good. How could this be? After reading on, I discovered that it was due to what I did. Their revamped "classic" animatronics were apparently leaking blood and mucus, no doubt due to them being haunted by my own little victims. How quaint, how interesting. I chuckle a little bit and set the paper down on my coffee table. After leaving the comfort of my couch, I decide to go out. After putting on a pair of shoes, I drive to the most recently closed - and final - Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Of course the sign says closed, of course I go in anyway. I'm equipped with a hammer. The same one I used on some of the children's little heads. Ah, yes. I'll always remember that night. I travel across the restaurant, noting how different it is from the others. Beside the restrooms, there's a grey door. I know exactly what it is: a safe room. I pry it open with brute force and look inside. It's very barren, there are only a couple of arcade machines and... wait, what? Spring Bonnie, in suit mode, is just sitting there next to one of the walls. How interesting. I suddenly hear thumping footsteps. The animatronics are still active? ...Or are the children? I decide to open the safe room's door. I'm greeted by Freddy walking toward me. You won't get me. No. I run toward him, brandishing the hammer, and I smash it into his face. He freezes in place. I don't stop there. I hammer away at each limb until he can't stand. Parts of him have been separated from his body. He won't get me now. As soon as I slowly walk back into the safe room, there are more footsteps. Great, another one's coming. As I open the safe room's door a little, I peek out and see that it's Bonnie. I repeat the process I used with Freddy. After that, Chica and Foxy also come. I dismantle them the same way. It's almost therapeutic, but it's also somewhat annoying that I'm constantly being interrupted. Oh, well, that doesn't really matter. What matters is that I'm finally able to attack those things, the same things that tried to kill me before. I walk back into the safe room, knowing there are no remaining animatronics for me to deal with. Suddenly, though, I have a pounding pain in my head. I hold my forehead with both hands, struggling to stand. The pain is nearly unbearable. When it subsides, I hear voices coming from my head. "Why?", they ask me. As I look around the room, childlike forms block the door. Another one appears right in front of me, tracking my every move. "You'll pay." the thing's voice hisses.

I scramble to get farther away from it. ...It looks somewhat familiar. It's not one of mine, though. It's that other child... I saw him twice. Once during Eric's little "accident" and the other time when he was hanging out of Fredbear's maw. Why does he want to kill me? He has no reason to desire revenge. As if reading my thoughts, the thing's voice tells me, "I will get revenge for them." Oh. So they're his friends. Despite how calm I seem, I am terrified. I'm actively running away from this ghostly child, and I know he's going to somehow kill me. Wait, no. He can't kill me.

...Not if I do it myself. ...Ha ha.

I turn around slowly. I see Spring Bonnie. I sprint toward it, and put the suit on, piece by piece. I look that spirit square in its black, oozing eyes and laugh hysterically.

"Oh, you stupid, stupid child!" I laugh, "You think I'd just LET you kill me?" I grasp at my neck, find a spring lock, and pull on it. That all-too-familiar pop is louder now that I'm up close and personal with it. I laugh so hard as the bubble-wrap-popping sound comes. I continue laughing when two metal bars break through the front of my skull. puncture my eyes, and break my jaw. I continue laughing when sharp beams cut through my stomach, disemboweling me and breaking my spine with a loud crack. I still keep laughing when my kneecaps and elbows are shattered by animatronic parts. I even laugh when two crossbeams stab through my chest, puncturing my lungs and even going through my heart. Blood leaks through every part of Spring Bonnie. I fall to my knees on the ground, and my back is finally against the wall. I shake violently, spew blood, and my laughter slowly subsides. A few moments later, I am silent.



After thirty years, I still remain here, fixed in the same position, nothing willing my decomposed corpse to move. I feel as though that is going to change soon. After all, I always come back.