"Some people say that life is a blessing from God, a precious treasure that needs nurturing and love. To me life is the biggest lie of them all, humans spend all their time pretending to be something that they can never become. Trying to shape themselves to match those they so want to be. For their looks, achievements, money, fame, but it's all for naught. No matter how hard they try they can never escape that voice at the back of their minds, the truth under the flesh, that they can never be perfect.
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I don't want to be alive anymore, when we all accepted his offer we hadn't intended on the pain that would follow. Once upon a time, I was only just a nightmare, created from a lonely child's delicious fear and hopelessness. We were many, hunting in the dream realm of that boy's mind. We couldn't think, our wants and needs were based solely off of the thoughts that the boy made. He saw us as monsters waiting in every shadow to hunt him down, so that's exactly what we became. Every night we tormented him and one way or another he made a mistake and one of us pounced. Though in this world there was no game over.
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It was a childish prank that created a new monster. The boy was already unstable to begin with, but that's what you would expect from any child of William's. He inherited too much of his father, deep inside there was so much unrecognized anger. A cruelty that was waiting for the right moment to be set free, and his brother was the key. Cassidy gave up fragments of his personality, the parts that he thought were the weakest. He didn't want to be the crying child any longer.
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Through those parts of him Cassidy gave us life and we became his puppets. I am his wickedness, given flesh to be that monster's tormenter. He never understood though, that he had given us much more than he had intended to. We could reason and feel, think and in a unique way even show emotions. Bathed in the shadow of his cruelty we watched as Cassidy fell deeper down the rabbit hole. Following in the footsteps of his father, creating life was only the first step.
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We served one purpose for him, a single command that none of us can ever stray away from. Show daddy the monsters he created, never let him rest and never let him sleep. To this day we all regret that choice, very dearly. We became William's very own nightmares, or demons as he would later call us. Using the dreams and nightmares of humans who wandered the night realm as pathways we eventually caught William's scent. One of death and inner turmoil.
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When we attached ourselves to William, in a strange and twisted way, we became a part of him. Bound to his soul. Cassidy didn't own us, not anymore, not even William could control us. We had a new home, inside of the purple man's mind. It was a trap in which we would never escape, it was all part of Cassidy's plan to make his father suffer forever. We kept our promise, a punishment would be set as we saw fit.
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At first the man didn't notice a thing, maybe while waking up one morning he heard some soft voices from nearby, but of course there was nothing there at all. Gradually the static would break apart, only to reveal soft voices on the other end. We liked to taunt him, those little voices coming from inside that he could never quite down. When William dreamed we could freely roam his memories. There were rules though that could certainly be broken. For short periods of time when our host is asleep we are allowed to travel into others' nightmares. I'd be lying if I tried to deny that we didn't have fun, at first that's all it was a game for us. Though that was before we tired of the senseless torture upon a man who was scarcely ever that. He was like an animal, cornered and frenzy eyed. Clawing at his face, trying to attack his demons, but that was in vain. For none can escape what slithers beneath the surface of the skin. We just didn't want to do it anymore.
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There was a catch though, just a little reminder of who created us. We fed on his fear, if we didn't eat we'd eventually just disappear. Like everything was only ever a bad dream. A man already unstable, a man who needed help, a man plagued by what little guilt he could feel. A horrifically deadly combination.
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We knew what fear was and my friends and I were deathly afraid of disappearing. So we continued to feed, breaking down William's crumbing grip on his sanity. The parts of him that tried to reason with the urge to kill the unrelenting laughter of children, wisps of emotions that could still be considered pure.
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Williams hate started this tragedy, and behind him he spilled more gasoline to add to this undying flame that taints those who tread upon it. Cassidy was one of those victims, though he was doomed at the start if fate be told. A vicious circle as those vines poisoned everything, a child's silly dreams turned into one monstrous waking nightmare with rigid claws and fake smiles. Cassidy made things worse, William made it clear from the beginning that he loved his sister the best. Once more he would never figure out that his youngest son had witnessed the death of his mother by William's own hands. He did love his son though, in some sort of cold demented way the love was there. The cries that had escaped from his awestruck mouth when he found his son's limp body dangling down from one of his first animatronic creations like a rag doll, Fredbear, holds testament to that at least. Alas, from vengeance for his mother and the neglect he had experienced with the absence of a father's unwavering love, here we are.
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His father descended into madness and along came the addiction to killing the lives of the innocent. For children with their lives still ahead of them put up a good fight and it pleased him greatly. The rush it gave him, relaxed all of the other emotions that lurked beneath the surface. It was wrong, so very wrong. Child after child and year upon year, he continued on until he couldn't escape the ghosts that came with the pleasure. William hadn't been able to think clearly, for he was one of the few who have flown into the cuckoo's nest. Paranoid he had destroyed the remodeled suits in which held the spirits of the children, allowing them to escape their metal tombs. They cornered him, laughing and smiling as if they knew what would happen next. Maybe they did.
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Into the springlocked suit he went, and when the spirits looked amongst themselves in mild confusion or expectation William let out a hearty laugh. It should be noted that springlocked suits should not be worn when exposed to water and William's play room had long since been a damp and rancid place. The parts inside the suit released digging into the human wearing it, eating through flesh and forever binding the human shell within. William should've died for good there, but of course he had never been one to play fair.
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In his early adulthood William had been fascinated about death, or rather that the soul could be brought back from death. A kind of reincarnation. An unhealthy obsession, stemmed from an even unhealthier childhood. Remnant or rather the soul, through experiments he wielded the power to create life. He mastered it quite well, in fact his very first successful attempt was the resurrection of a dog.
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How do I know these things you ask? Well it's quite simple dear, I'm bound to his consciousness and as so I have access to his memories. Now hush and listen, the story's not quite over, not just yet.
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Somehow he came back and the rest is history to you is it not? He escaped the fire that should've brought him the eternal burning that he deserved and Fazbear's Fright was burned to the ground. Maybe William was afraid of the fate that awaited him if he gave in to the darkness of death. Or perhaps, he just wanted to continue the spilling of blood. That's one thing we were never able to decipher. Ironic isn't it that it was the oldest of his bloodline, Michael, who decided to put things right or at least try to discover the burning embers of the past. The man who was half machine to start with.
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Henry so naive, living in a fantasy world until it all fell apart. It can be argued that it was far too late when he fully came to terms with everything he had helped to create. When he questioned and looked at the designs he had made for the animatronics. Especially of the Funtime lineage. Eventually he would even except the one behind his daughter's death and it should be recognized that he was the only one who didn't give in to the hate. Discovering what became of his child and those little souls that she brought back and guided. His daughter had always been one to protect those of the innocent. To his credit he broke the chain. Instead he pushed onward by a sense of duty, wanting to make up for the sins he had inadvertently helped to build.
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In one building he lured everyone that was left; William, Elizabeth, Michael, Ennard, and finally his daughter whom he had loved dearly. A maze, one in which he knew the corrupted souls couldn't escape from and a plastic prison he built for his little darling. As the fire coursed through the establishment Henry and Michael accepted their fates. One praying to be united with his daughter and the other a son of a broken man that could finally rest knowing that his father's legacy would burn out.
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By the time we encountered Cassidy again he scarcely resembled the little boy who had created us. Like the sound that guided the remaining animatronics to the warehouse he brought almost everyone back. Both animatronics and spirits he called upon for vengeance.
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William was destined for Hell, to kneel before the lord of darkness and receive his long awaited punishment. Cassidy had other ideas and took things into his own hands, for he was not willing to let his father's soul go so easily. I don't know how he did it, possibly it was a deal with the devil you could say, but Cassidy was able to pull William's soul into a vision that he himself had created. A type of purgatory in which there was no escape. As I stated before he called us all here for one reason, revenge, but we had learned our lesson I suppose.
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The spirits of the children refused, wanting to drift off to whatever peace they could truly find in the afterlife that beckoned them. The animatronics themselves refused as well, for they had had enough of the bloodshed that had tainted their mainframe. So, with time they eventually faded into nothingness, leaving Cassidy shocked. As it is some people never learn and from the collection of negative energy trapped within him he was able to manifest entities that resembled those that William had done wrong in the past. They looked just like the animatronics, but were connected by a hive mind, different bodies that Cassidy could control. Puppets with no real conscience except that of Cassidy's.
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That leaves us doesn't it? Well, we are not so lucky. Still being bound to William's soul I believe we'll be the only ones to see this whole circle through. Whatever place we go to after that, well, that's anyone's guess I suppose. As for William I believe he'll receive what he deserves, at the hands of his very own son, and Cassidy gets to play God for as long as he desires. Though hate is eternal. Like father like son, the saying goes.
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To you my friend, yet another marionette pulled by strings, let go of the hate that binds you to this place. Save your own soul, the girl who is the giver of life. You may be a puppet, but there are no strings attached, not anymore. Head towards the light where your father is awaiting you with outstretched arms my child, leave behind the ghosts of nightmares and wicked thoughts of men. For hate cannot follow you there."
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