In those last few moments, his life flashed before his eyes. From start to finish, it replayed itself in a never-ending loop. He saw every bump in the road, every twist and turn. It was like watching a documentary of a man's descent into madness.
He was always running, always looking over his shoulder. The hurt in his heart tore at him more and more with each passing day. He didn't even recognize himself when he looked in the mirror. All he wanted was for others to feel his pain, to experience the loss he had, because he'd gone numb.
He hadn't even cared when the police caught up to him. He was glad. Maybe I'll get the death penalty, he thought. But there wasn't enough evidence for them to lock him away, and he was set loose again. The hurt gnawed at him and drove him, telling him to take more. Kill more.
The man found himself at one of the old pizzerias. He didn't know what he was going to do, but it had to be enough to satiate that nagging in his mind. That's when the animatronics seemed to start moving on their own. One after another, they came after him, but he had an advantage in speed, thanks to their awkward builds.
He hid himself in the safe room. It was the one place in the restaurant they couldn't go, but they tried anyway. They banged on the door and clawed at it, but he was safe and snug inside—as snug as one could be in a dump like that. "Error. Error." their robot voices droned before they gave up and made to return to the show stage. And then he had an idea.
As the Freddy animatronic lumbered away, it didn't see or hear the man as he ran up behind it and tore it limb from limb. Bonnie, Chica and Foxy followed suit.
The man cackled in triumph. But his laughter turned to horror when four ghostly bodies rose from the broken parts. He fled back to the safe room, hoping it would once again be his salvation. This did not stop the ghosts as they passed through the door with ease and cornered him. A fifth one appeared from nowhere and began approaching him.
"Stay back!" he shouted at the spirit, but it didn't listen. "Leave me alone!" he felt his back touch the wall, and desperation overtook him. He searched for a way out but saw none. Then, something caught his eye, a yellow something. It was one of those spring suits he'd used to kill so many times. He made a break for it and climbed inside once again cackling when the little spirits shrank back in fear. "That's right, you little bas—!" the taunt died in his throat as a mechanism snapped somewhere within the suit. Before he could question it, pain erupted throughout his body. He crumpled to the floor screaming but no sound escaped his lips.
The little spirits, satisfied, began to disappear. No, wait! Don't leave me! He mustered his remaining strength to raise a single arm.
They were all gone.
In those last few moments, he felt regret, even thirty years later.
A/N: I didn't really like this one. It felt too short, and I had a difficult time adding anything else onto it. Let me know what you guys think. Any criticism helps.