"What is seen in the shadows is easily misunderstood in the mind of a child"~Scott Cawthon.
This is it. The final chapter.
"What is it that you think you see..."
Fredbear emerges from hiding and walks down the hall, a faint padding noise heard from where his feet land.
"They will know the joy of creation..."
He walks up to the door, ready to kill me, over and over again.
"I scared myself a few times..."
I hear faint breaths of a malicious beast who will tear me limb from limb if given the chance.
"The bridge is falling down..."
I close the door, and hold it shut, the screams of tiny Freddies filling my ears, alerting me that its time to say goodbye, to start this nightmare again. But I stay at the door on this seventh night, the continued nightmare that changes every seven days.
"Was it me?"
It starts at the pizzaria, at twelve am to be exact.
"They get a bit quirky at night..."
Doors on both sides, power dwindling with every change of a camera, or a flip of the light-switch. Closing doors to keep the nightmares out, to give me the hope that I will awaken, only to have the hopes ripped up when twelve am comes again.
"Something borrowed, something new..."
No doors to protect me, just a mask of one of the figures who tormented me before. A flashlight as my only defense, watching as they come and go, trying to decipher a riddle.
"He's always... thinking.
A music box to keep wound, a music box to keep the baby asleep. The old ones come to play a game, a game of death. The golden bear is stuffed with the body of an innocent, another one. The purple man strikes.
"Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up..."
A mangled body of a yellow rabbit, holding the corpse of a murderer. One door, a laugh of a child used to draw the creature away. Static filled cameras show where you want him to be at all times, even when he isn't there. Old friends come out to play, smudged with ash and dust, fake but seeming so real. 8 bit games guide you to the truth. The children can be released from their torment, all but you.
"It's Me."
And still you stand here. In this looping infinite nightmare that never releases you. The Fredbear is gone... for now. You run back to the center of your room, turning around to see the baby Freddies writhing on the bed. The flashlight beam gets them off, for a short while anyway. 'Beep beep beep beep.' You hear the alarm go off, meaning the fourth story is over and twelve am will come again on the next. But it doesn't.
"You are broken..."
The toys disappear, one by one, leaving me in this infinite chasm of darkness. I curl up on my side and cry. I close my eyes.
"Vincent? Are-are you awake?" What is that voice. That is not the voice of the man who led me through the nightmares, the only voice I have heard. My eyes open, and I, expecting to see only inky blackness, am met with a bright light.
"Oh my god. Thank you thank you thank you!" A woman next to me sobs, wrapping her arms around my feeble body. "They thought you were brain-dead." I look at her in fear and confusion. What is she talking about? Is this... real life?
"Where..." Is all I can say.
"At the hospital sweetie... do you know who I am?" The woman asks.
"No.." I say. She cries even more.
"I'm your mother..." So this is real life. My nightmare is finally over. I close my eyes and smile. But I see something. A box. Padlocked shut.
"What is in the box..." I reach out to touch it but it gets farther and farther away.
"The story is not over yet...