"Damn it all…" Freddy slammed his fist into the desk. He crumpled up the paper and tossed it into the wastebasket. The desk was filled with bills and warnings. Business was at an all time low. He left the office and turned to what was left of the crew. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything. No words were needed. "Freddy… It's time to say goodbye." It was those words that Freddy never wanted to hear. And it would have been here where he launched into a motivational speech and divulge his plan to bring the place back from the jaws of despair. But not today. Today, he said nothing. He just sighed and tilted his head down in shame. He looked up, his eyes blurred with tears. He raised his arm with pink slips clenched in his hand. Everyone in the room avoided eye contact. Freddy cleared his throat. "Mike…." Mike walked over, not looking Freddy in the eye and took his slip, stuffing it into his pocket. "Scott…." The resident 'Phone Guy' slowly walked over and took his. "Chris….. Jennifer….. Eric…." The names rolled out, as the skeleton staff that was running the pizzeria took their pink slips. Far too soon, Freddy was left with 6 pink slips, one for each of his remaining friends. Freddy thought back a few months for a moment. Foxy, ever restless, left early, within the first month of everything falling apart. Freddy remembered his last warning: "Don't try and kick life out of a dead horse, captain." Toy Bonnie wandered off when the first wave of employees were fired. Springtrap left, then BB and JJ. "Bonnie…. Chica…. Toy Freddy…. Mangle….. Goldie…. Toy Chica….." Soon, his hand was empty. Even later, the room was empty with everyone gone. Freddy aimlessly wandered the halls. What had happened? He entered the office again, and grabbed a tray filled with papers. In sheer anger and disappointment, he hurled it at the wall. As the papers slowly drifted down, Freddy almost drowned in his thoughts. He was a Fazbear, he shouldn't give up. He let his friends down. He ended it. The days rolled by absently. "...Will try to contact you when I get there." Bonnie was saying, a sad smile on his face, the words nearly drowned out by the roar of airplane engines at the airport. More papers drifted by his face. "Good luck!" Chica waved as she ran to catch her train, with Mangle and Toy Chica already on board. Before the last papers could land, everyone else had gone. Freddy found himself in the office again, a month later. The room was empty now, moving crews taking everything away. Freddy took a long, quiet, walk through the empty and bare walls, going through each room. Finally, he found himself at the door, turning the key and locking up one last time. Looking up, he could see the faint outline of the now gone sign. "Sorry, Foxy…. Never did get your face on that sign." He mused to himself. 30 minutes later he found himself in a bar. He didn't even drink. As he sat there, he wondered if his entire life would be like this; an empty shell, just going through the moves. He sighed. It was already done. All his friends were gone, and Freddy Fazbear's was no more. The thought followed him for a few days, until he found himself on the roof of an apartment building neighboring Freddy Fazbear's. He never recalled going there. His thoughts turned to the paper tray from not so long ago, and the papers that slowly drifted down. He took a step off the roof, and closed his eyes. Just like a piece of paper, he imagined he floated down. Before the impact, he thought about how nothing should be taken for granted. And how life was so fragile, and how it was easily ripped apart, like paper.