Dante continued through the darkened restaurant, only able to see by the flashes of his Devil Trigger as he continued to phase in and out, barely noticing as he did. "Freddy!" He continued to call, wandering in and out of the party rooms. "I know you're in here! Don't be a damn coward, get out here and face me! You're only making this harder on yourself!" Through the rooms he continued to search, eventually passing by the main Game Area, walking past a carrousel and tearing a "Happy Birthday!" banner down in sheer disgust.
He then arrived at the Prize Corner, where the Marionette had been kept at bay. He scanned through the area, identifying the music box he had been cranking attached to the wall and the gigantic present box the Marionette had slowly risen from, noting the top was still set aside.
Unsure of what else to do, since the room was a dead end, Dante leaned over the edge of the box and noticed a small sheet of paper within. After a little reaching, he got ahold of the paper, which read only, "IT'S ME".
Dante then felt a pain in the back of his head and he was yanked upward by his white hair, the horrible amalgamated Freddy then releasing its terrible screech right in his face.
Within a second, however, Freddy realized his was not the most frightening face in the room.
Dante's cold blue eyes, usually playful and entertained, were turned into the most rageful pair of ovals the creature had ever seen. He had not so much as blinked when Freddy unleashed his roar, remaining totally in place, his eyes and furious expression frozen and unmoving.
Before Freddy could do anything more, Dante let out a monstrous roar of his own and delivered a savage headbutt, instantly forcing him backwards, grabbed ahold of the back of the monster's head, and smashed him into the prize counter repeatedly, the hilarious squeak sound of Freddy's nose colliding with the counter shattering the otherwise serious tone of the scene.
"Here's the deal, Fred," Dante said, his wrath building on itself, but his voice far too calm for comfort. "I am going to kill you. Nothing you say, nothing you do, nothing you ever have said, and nothing you ever could do, is going to change that." With that, he pulled Freddy's body off the ground, tossed it onto the counter, and ran him straight into the wall, face-first and tossing the many Freddy, Bonnie and Chica plushies every which way. "But here's the caveat… When you tell me where my daughter is, and I have her back safe, I'll put you out of your misery." Freddy moaned in agony. "Until then… One thing just has to be clear. You're. Not. Ready."
Dante then pulled Freddy's body off the counter and tossed him across the room, kicking him in his stomach until wires and metal shards seemed to be pouring out of the wound. As Dante stood over him, Freddy seeming to cringe and convulse as if he was wheezing, when he jumped up at him, digging Foxy's hook into Dante's cheek. The animatronic struggled to look up at Dante and his jaw dropped when he noticed that Dante's face remained static. Without so much as a change in expression, Dante tore the hook from his cheek and into his mouth, blood pouring down onto the hook as the slash quickly scabbed and healed.
"Can you do that?" Dante asked, and without waiting for a response, grabbed ahold of the upper half of Freddy's left snout, right where it connected to his nose, and ripped off the burnt plastic and fur. The creature roared in anguish as Dante smacked him upside the head with the bit he'd tore off before tossing it aside, leaning in and ripping off one of his ears with his teeth.
Freddy continued to howl with pain as Dante said, "You're bringing it on yourself, you stupid bastard!" And with that, he threw Freddy out into the game area.
Freddy pushed off the ground, shaking and struggling to push to his feet as he looked over at Dante as he rushed at him. He was too slow to react, and allowed Dante to deliver a front-snap kick, unbeknownst to Dante severing a few of the poorly-fused cables that kept Golden Freddy's head merged to Freddy's body.
Seeing a tiny opening, Freddy threw down his gaping maw towards Dante's face and viciously dug his teeth into his forehead, a fresh blast of blood pouring over the dried waterfalls the Marrionette had made.
And yet even now, Dante gave him nothing.
The demon slayer tore the monster from his head and again threw him aside, plucking a few of his teeth out and flicking them at him thereafter. "Here. These are yours." He said. Freddy was now leaned against the carousel, struggling to even stand up. "Let me make that easier on you."
Dante crossed the room and thrust his hand around Freddy's neck, lifting and smashing him into the ground in a violent chokeslam. Pressing his boot to Freddy's lower body, he gripped his left leg and, flying into his Devil Trigger for a moment and ripping it off completely, tossing it aside thereafter and doing likewise with the other. The beast roared as sparing wires poured out of the stumps. The maligned Freddy desperately clawed at the ground, trying to crawl away from his attacker, his cries now boarding on gargled.
"No," Dante muttered. "The idea was that you were supposed to stop trying to get away. Clearly I gotta go one step farther."
"WhAt ThE hElL aRe YoU- HoLy ShIt!" Freddy cried, upon getting a look at him again. In the few moments since tearing off his legs, Dante had grabbed ahold of one of the animals on the carrousel, ripped it from its place, and had the pole attached to the machine's roof in his hand. With a jump from the ride itself, he impaled Freddy through his chest, digging the pole down entire feet into the ground and trapping him in place.
As the monster cried out again, Dante grabbed him by his bowtie and lifted his burnt face to his own, "WHERE IS SHE?" He demanded.
"BuRn… In… HeLl…" Freddy managed.
"You first," Dante snarled, pushing off of him and stepping just out of sight. As Freddy struggled to raise his head, his already wide eyes seem to grow twice as large in utter terror. Allowing his Devil Trigger to take hold, Dante pulled and, within seconds, gouged the entire carrousel out of the floor, lifting it over his head and stepped in closer. His eyes burned red as fire as he glared down at Freddy, who at last cried.
"PaRtS aNd SeRvIcEs! ShE's AlIvE! I sWeAr!"
Dante held the glare for a few seconds more before he dropped the carrousel onto the lower-half of his body, trapping him under it with a thunderous crash, only barely overcome by the last guttural cry Freddy could give, trapping him underneath the ride.
Dante rushed to the parts and management room, yelling, "Evie?!"
"I'm in here, Daddy!" Evie cried from a closet across the room. Dante ran to it and tore it open, a Freddy suit falling out, blood and a pair of eyes spilling out of it. For a moment Dante cringed in horror before he looked up and saw a Chica costume in next to it. He pulled the head off of the costume, allowing Evie to gasp for air. "It's okay Dad!" She said, sweating but smiling. "I was too small for the suit to crush me!"
Dante threw his arms around her and hugged her close, muttering, "I'm not letting you out of my sight again until you can kill these bastards yourself," he said, kissing her head over and over before he took her hand and said, "I took down the last one. I'm sorry we wasted so much time in here, let's find the exit and get the hell out-"
There came a last monstrous roar as Golden Freddy's head came flying through the hallway at them. Without missing a beat, Dante slammed the door shut and he painfully impacted against it with a slam. After waiting a moment, Dante opened the door again and grabbed ahold of the head, raising him to his own eye level. "You wanna bother explaining what all this garbage is now?" He asked. "Care to explain who that guy was?" He continued referring to the bloody Freddy costume. "Or what the hell any of this was?"
Golden Freddy's head stared at him, shaking in fear for a few moments before replying, "THAT… IS MARCUS HABEAR. HE LEFT YOU THE MESSAGE… HE AND A MAN NAMED JOHN FAZINGTON RUN THIS SHITHOLE… I MEAN… IN ADDITION TO ME?"
"You run this place now?" Dante asked, disgusted. "Could have mentioned that last time."
"YOU DIDN'T GIVE ME A CHANCE!" Golden Freddy's head insisted.
"Who… And what… Even are you?" Dante asked. "What is any of this crap?"
"… MY MORTAL NAME WAS FREDRICK, AND I WAS A FAT GUY WHO LIVED IN THE FORESTS OF RURAL CANADA. THEY CALLED ME FREDRICK THE BEAR, BECAUSE I SHIT IN THE WOODS."
"Making sense so far," Dante said under his breath. "Except that you clearly don't have a Canadian accent."
"THE CANADIAN ACCENT ISN'T EVEN A REAL THING! IT WAS A SPEAKING STYLE TAUGHT TO PEOPLE OF NEWCASTER DESCENT SO THAT THE REST OF US WOULDN'T BE THE LOWEST HEAD ON THE TOTEM POLE OF NATIONAL MOCKERY!"
"… That makes a surprising amount of sense."
"AS FREDICK, I DIED OF WHAT SCIENTISTS WOULD LATER REFER TO AS A 'CORONARY' AND WAS DAMNED TO HELL FOR GLUTTONY. I SOUGHT THE POWER TO RETURN TO THE PHYSICAL WORLD, AND I SET OUT TO DAMN AS MANY CHILDREN AS I COULD TO MY SAME CRUEL FATE, BY USING MY INFLUENCE TO BUILD THE ORIGINAL FREDBEAR'S FAMILY DINER. IT SOUNDED SO PERFECT, SO MANY PEOPLE FALLING VICTIM TO SINS OF EVIL AND GLUTTONY!"
"And let me guess-"
"IT WAS TAKING TOO DAMN LONG! SO I SAID SCREW IT, AND KILLED A PARTICULARLY WHINY CHILD, WHOSE SPIRIT I COULD TAKE IN AS MY APPRENTICE, MAKING UP STUPID STORIES ABOUT SOME PURPLE GUY TO KEEP HIM ON MY SIDE, AS WE STUFFED CHILDREN AND SECURITY GUARDS INTO SUITS OVER AND OVER AGAIN! IT WAS ALL GOING SO WELL… UNTIL YOU SHOWED UP AND WRECKED THE ORIGINAL FREDDY FAZBEAR'S!"
"Yeah, what a shame," Dante retorted. "You weren't even appealing to your own demographic, right Evie?"
"Yeah… Your place kind of sucked," she said.
"I HAD NO IDEA WHO YOU WERE AT THE TIME, OTHERWISE I WOULD HAVE TAKEN YOU MORE SERIOUSLY… I GAVE JOHN FAZINGTON A LOTTERY TICKET TO BUILD A NEW RESTAURANT AND SACRIFICE EVEN MORE SOULS, THINKING I COULD SLAY YOU THEN… BUT I SUPPOSE YOU SIMPLY CANNOT BE DEFEATED… SON OF SPARDA."
"Alright, that's it!" Dante yelled, tossing Golden Freddy's head and punting it across the service room. "I'm sick of this Son of Sparda crap! From every last one of you! You know what my name is?"
"WHA… YES… YOU SAID IT LAST TIME WE MET…"
"Then say it!" Dante commanded, closing in on Golden Freddy's head and cracking his knuckles threateningly.
"BUT… BUT WHY IS IT SUCH A-"
"SAY. MY. NAME!"
What came out of Golden Freddy's mouth, Dante was unprepared for, even after everything he had been through that night. There was no logical explanation, and thus, only illogical ones remained.
"VERGIL!"
Dante stared at him, dumbstruck and said, "What? No! Vergil is my brother's name, you moron!"
"WHA… WHAT?!" Golden Freddy cried. "THERE ARE TWO SONS OF SPARDA?!"
"I mean, there were," Dante said. "But he's dead. Has been for decades now. Why do you even know that name?"
"THAT WAS WHAT YOU SAID YOUR NAME WAS!"
"No," Dante said firmly. "I didn't even mention my brother's name last time."
"YOU SAID YOUR NAME WAS VERGIL! IT'S ON THE CAMCORDER IN THE LOWER COMPARTMENT OF THAT CABINET BACK IN THE OFFICE!"
Dante gave another confused look before he motioned to Evie to come back with him to the office as he dragged Golden Freddy's head along with him and tossed it into the wall when they arrived, opening the previously ignored lower shelf and discovering the foretold camcorder. With a moment of hesitation, he flicked it on.
"What's crackalackin' you putts and punks?" A teenager garbed in the most tacky of 1980's clothes, including a half-buttoned denim shirt and silvery, clinging pants asked the camera, his bright, sunglasses and white hair tossed back into a mullet, a sheathed katana at his side. "The year is 1985, I broke some of their bootleg junk and now I'm workin' off the damages… And the robots are all trying to kill me. If you're asking yourself, 'What you talkin' about Willis?', let me introduce you, one and all, to the greatest hidden camera death movie since Cannibal Holocaust. This… Is Vergil's Night at Freddy's!"
In disbelief, Dante fast-forwarded through the tape as fast as he could, watching as his unbelievably 80's dressed brother slashed off Bonnie's hands, followed by his head and bashed Chica with the sword's handle before sending several summoned blades through her top half. When Foxy ran in he slashed off his hook and rammed his sword through the pirate's chest, and proceeded to hack off one of Freddy's arms, behead him and rips his head into nothingness with a judgment cut. By the time Golden Freddy arrived, Vergil had already lined the whole place with gasoline, set it aflame, and burned the restaurant to the ground, just to laugh at it when it was all over.
Dante slowly looked away from the camcorder and turned to Golden Freddy's head, now shaking as the revelation slowly washed over him.
"… What year is it?" Dante asked, anger slowly boiling within him.
"NINETEEN-EIGHTY SEVEN. WHY?"
The demon hunter again began to quiver in confusion and rage. Slowly but surely, he began to quietly laugh, which built up as he took the situation in deeper and deeper until he was letting out a round of laughs that made even Evie a little uncomfortable.
"Nineteen-eighty… Nineteen… Nineteen-eighty… Nineteen-eighty seven… NINETEEN. EIGHTY. SEVEN!" He yelled, his laughter dissipating. "YOU ROTTEN BASTARDS, I'M IN A PREQUEL! My brother killed all you sorry jackasses in incredibly similar, contrived ways as me, somehow I got sent back in time… AND I'M IN A PREQUEL! THE ONLY THING WORSE THAN A SEQUEL!" Dante fumed, putting his fist through one of the walls in his rage. "Did you do this?" He demanded.
"Dad?" Evie asked nervously.
"DID I DO WHAT?" Golden Freddy's head asked.
"Did you. For some ungodly reason. Send me back in time?"
"You're back in time?"
"ARGH!" Dante yelled, holding his forehead. "I wanna know! I wanna know whose stupid idea this thing was! I demand to know whose stupid twist this was! NOW!" When an awkward silence followed, he added, "I CAN WAIT!"
There was time enough for a sigh, a moment of contemplation, and the brief dialing of a phone number. Shortly thereafter, the phone, still sitting on the ground, began to ring. Dante and Evie starred at it as it did so, as if unsure of what to make of it before Dante slowly approached it, picked up the receiver and asked, "What?"
"Please don't yell…" I requested.
"Who the hell is this?"
"This is Michael Joseph Tharnish Roby… MJTR for short… And I wrote the twist."
