Here we go, folks. The third of Alex Redding's 'official' adventures... And probably the darkest one he'll have to face.

Bit of a warning for you all; this is gonna get grim, and very possibly painful to read. If you wanted Alex Redding's adventures to end with a happy ending, then my advice would be to either ignore that this story exists... Or hope that I can work a happy ending into FNAF 4's story. This was gonna be the unofficial end for Alex's adventures, and I'm sticking to the outline that I'd made for FNAF 3's story, so bear that in mind.

Regardless, hold on tight. This is gonna be dark, folks. Welcome to One Last Tear.


Six years after the shutdown of Fazbear Entertainment…

The rain fell around me as I checked my watch once more. 11:50 PM; almost time for the show to begin. I looked up at the structure and sighed… "Fazbear's Fright – The Horror Attraction!" Oh, how I wished that it was just a simple horror sideshow based on the incidents that the company had been responsible for…

But as I checked over my notes once again, I realized there was only one explanation. An old nemesis had managed to crawl out once again, and he personally had decided to take me on. That was the only explanation for what had happened in the six long, painful years since the company had shut down… The six years since I'd thrown him into a wood chipper and thought it finished.

But no. He had to come back. He always does. And, as I looked over the building, I understood; there was a special place for him, one where he could be locked away and ignored. If only that was true…

I took a long drag from my cigarette, flicked it aside, and looked down at the photograph in my hand. My friends, my family… It had all started so long ago, only six months after the trial ended. I focused my attention, pocketing the photo once more and sighing. It had all started with one incident, one that seemed harmless enough at first… How were we to know that it would end that way? How was I to know what had really happened?

I clenched my fist, willing the tears not to fall. Not now. Not while the one responsible still roamed.

My other pocket held a note, delivered to my door roughly two weeks ago. In stunted, cut-and-pasted text, it told me everything I already knew and challenged me to come here for a final confrontation. "We shall see who truly is the better" indeed.

He didn't realize that he was fighting a man with nothing left to lose. I checked over my equipment; twin old, beat up, scratched machetes. I knew they were sharp, I'd made sure to get them to a razor edge before coming out. On my back, I had a lever-action shotgun mounted; I didn't know if I'd need it, but its weight comforted me, in a way. My trusty revolvers, one on each hip; they'd served me well, and I was going to press them into service once more. My taser was at my belt, within easy reach… As well as my batons, just in case.

My phone buzzed, and I picked it up. "Redding."

The voice on the other end was calm, but I could sense that it was worried. It asked me once more if I wanted to follow through with this.

"You know the answer already. This is personal."

A sigh from the line, then a report. Everything was prepared the way I'd asked it to be.

"Thanks. Guess this is the end of the line. Take care of yourself."

He tried to protest, but I cut it off with a sharp jab on the 'hang up' button, before tossing the phone back into my truck and closing it up. 11:58, almost time for the show to begin.

I couldn't help but smirk, memories of the very first incident going through my head. Settling down in the security office, preparing for whatever would come, and deciding that I had nothing to lose. That had begun the road I had followed to this point, where once more I stood outside, armed to the teeth, and with nothing left to lose.

The lights flickered on as the clock struck midnight, and I heard the doors unlocking. My jacket waving behind me, I entered the horror attraction and immediately stepped around the corner into the current security office, taking in the mess. There were a few salvaged pieces around, including some donations from the 'Toy' series; they'd moved on, and were trying to make better lives for themselves. Last I heard, they were helping with sentience research a few states over. I hadn't bothered to tell them my plans.

There were several other artifacts, many of which I recognized from my tenures as the night guard for the previous pizzeria locations. I even smirked as I honked the Freddy poster's nose once more, before glancing around. I lit up another cigarette and checked over the cameras – know your environment, and all that. I scrolled through them, committing the layout to memory before closing it up.

Time ticked by slowly, giving me ample opportunity to remember the long path that had taken me from triumphant hero to washed up ex-PI with nothing to lose. It was painful, and hard, but I had a feeling I'd be exploring it in depth by the time this night ended. I checked one last pocket for my secret weapon; if nothing else, I had to make sure I deployed it before it ended.

I snorted slightly, finishing my cigarette and stomping it out before grasping my machetes and drawing them both. I could feel it; my instincts were screaming at me that the show had just begun, and the faint hissing from the ventilation system seemed to voice that opinion as well. I chuckled softly as one last thing crossed through my mind, one last point where this time was different than the other two.

I had very little intel, but that happened on my first two adventures as well. I had no backup for whatever unknowns I was facing, but that had happened – at least to start with – both times. This time, there was a key difference; while the last two times I was fighting for my own survival…

This time, I had no escape planned. I had no fallback, no backup, no cavalry to ride in and save me. It was a suicide mission and I knew it, but…

This scumbag stole everything from me. I didn't have anything to go home to, so I didn't care if I walked out or not. One way or another, though… This ended. Tonight.


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