Thread:Bella1963/@comment-32555140-20180316234052

"...All of those little souls... in one place... NOW WE CAN DO WHAT WE WERE CREATED TO DO... and be complete... I make you proud daddy! Just watch. Listen. And be full-" "I'm sorry for interrupting you Elizabeth, if you even remember that name, well I am here to put you to rest. You have been called here, but not by the individual you assume. You have all been called here. But I am sorry. This is just a never-ending labyrinth of sounds and smells. You don't even realize you are trapped. Chasing the cries of children everywhere you go. Well, you will never find them. And I am sorry for my daughter, I knew after your death, you wouldn't be so keen to leave, not my daughter. I knew you would be back to lift others into your arms like you always did. I'm sorry that on that day, no one would do the same. And for you other monsters in the hallways, be still, and give up your spirits... they don't belong to you..." Baby wasn't listening. It was time. Daddy didn't matter now. A door. One door about to close. She had her chance. She attempted to pry the doors to be more open. A figure. One figure came up towards her. Him. The owner. He had a rusty old pipe in his hand, moderately sized. She looked at him with a look that said: "If you get any closer, I will decapitate you." even though she was trying to keep her only chance of survival open. He placed the pipe in between the shutting doors. "Right now, I don't care who or what you are, we need to go." he said with a serious face. The rusty pipe was about to burst, and before Baby could do anything, he pushed her and him through. The pipe burst. Springtrap was about to run out before the door closed. He cursed as the fire covered his body, enveloping him in flames. He wasn't to quick to go, trying to pry the doors apart once again. Two more figures behind him. Lefty and Henry. Henry had the burned corpse of Molten Freddy in his hands, which he dropped. Springtrap laughed. "I survived a fire once. I will survive this one..." His burned and charred form continued to laugh, getting weaker every second. Henry didn't say anything, Lefty punched him in the stomach, he could barely move. Henry brought his fist up to Springtrap's face. "Henry..." Henry punched him in the face, his head smashed. William Afton was gone. Henry's knuckles cracked, covered in blood. He let out a tiny cry of pain. Lefty's mouth opened revealing The Puppet's face, giving him a look saying that it was okay. Henry was now peacefuland the two were both calm. Lefty and Henry sat down quietly on the floor, ready to accept their fates. Sadly for Baby and the owner, they only opened a door to another room. They both cursed. Baby made convulsions like she was crying and the owner put his arm around her. They saw a few wires come up towards them. One blue eye was in them. A tiny corrupted voice spoke two words: "iMmmMmm... So0ooOO0oorrRrryyyyyyyyyyy..." It burned into tiny pieces of ember. Baby kneeled down and held the embers to her face, still crying. "I'm sorry too!" she cried. "No way out, Baby..." the owner said somberly and calmly. She got up and made some corrupted noises that sounded like sniffling. The owner grabbed her non-claw hand and pulled her away from the room. "Baby, use your freakish claw to cut through the door, just keep scratching on it, it may break." Baby seemed a little insulted but cooperated to get through. After around 70 seconds of trying to avoid more fire and trying to pry open the door, the succeeded. They were outside, in the alleyway. They were both okay, the owner's clothes were a little scorch, and both had some burns, but they were fine. Baby stared at the owner. She wanted to kill him. She wanted to take her claw and decapitate with them. She giggled with glee just thinking about it. Something was keeping her from doing it. Perhaps it was the fact that he saved her life, but maybe she was just tired. Before the firemen came, the owner out the pile of scraps that was his new "friend" in the back of his truck. Baby climbed through his window into the backseat. She decapitated him with her claw. She wondered if it was bad, but she had no regrets. She was giggling as the non-controlled car crashed. She didn't survive. No one survived. The story was over. And everything that started the story of Five Night's at Freddy's, was over. The murders, the skin-stealing, the possessing, the involvement of innocent people... it was over. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... A green eye glows from some car rubble. Fin. 