A/N: Hey there guys and gals, Archemedies here with the next chapter of A Worth While Ending? Haven't got much to say, apart from sorry for the delay. School and writers blocked decided they needed to mug me for all my creativity. Anyway, onto the reviews!

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Chapter 6: Supply and demand.

"If all human lives depended upon their usefulness - as might be judged by certain standards - there would be a sudden and terrific mortality in the world"

-Gene Tunney

Blake sat up in her bed, shaking her head.

Absolution.

That was what the voice wanted. That was what it said. And if that was true...No matter. She didn't trust it. But, as long as it had...Whatever form of control over Ruby it seemed to display, she would have to help it. No matter the cost. Otherwise...Well, that just didn't bear thinking about.

With that in mind, she slipped from her bed, and carefully lowered herself to the ground. This was it. Her fifth, and final, night. With any luck, she'd make it through the night, that...Thing, would tell her how to get to Ruby, and it would all end happily ever after.

Or, at least, that's how she hoped it would go. Whether it would follow her (rather fanciful) expectations remained to be seen. Well enough stalling. It was time for her fifth night at Freddy's.

She pushed the duvet off of herself, and sat up in bed, before climbing out of her bunkbed and dropping to the ground. She looked over at her journal, still lying on the desk, and shook her head. She wouldn't need that any longer. She was done with Ruby's past. She was going to make a whole new future.

But, unfortunately, Ruby's past wasn't done with her.

She donned casual clothes, a pair of jeans, a hoody, and a black top. walked out the dorm door, and stepped out into the night. She clasped her arms around herself at the cold, biting wind. It was getting colder and colder as the week went on, and her breath was creating frigid clouds in the air as she walked. She trod on, noticing the fine layer of frost that covered the concrete pathways, as she walked slowly through the town of Vale. Her foosteps made no noise, her battered boots tapping lightly on the frozen ground. It took her a few minutes before she got to her workplace, and she pushed open the doors with rather more haste then necessary, tramping through the corridors and slipping into her office, throwing herself down in the swivel chair. She would get this night over with, and then she'd have Ruby.

If all went to plan.

12:00

"Hello? Hello? Um, this is just a reminder of company policy concerning the safe room. The safe room is reserved for equipment and/or other property not being currently used and is in fact a safety location for employees only. This is not a break room, and should not be considered a place for employees to hide and/or congregate - and under no circumstance should a customer ever be taken into this room and out of the main show area. Management has also been made aware that the spring Bonnie animatronic has been noticeably moved. We would like to remind employees that this costume is not safe to wear under any circumstances. Thank you and remember to smile; you are the face of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza"

Safe rooms? They seemed to be a reoccuring theme with these recordings. And, as for the spring Bonnie suit...She flicked the cameras up, and locked her eyes on her attacker. Yes...It did look like an old, decrepit version of the "Bonnie" animatronic that had plagued Ruby. She was unsure how she'd failed to notice that before hand. but now she realized that, It was impossible not to wonder how long "Fazbear Entertainment" had been around. But that didn't matter now. None of it did.

1:00

She shook her head, and began flicking through the camera views, checking each one for a few seconds before moving on. After a few minutes of this, the screen flickered, and she moved back to find the robot gone. She checked her camera to find it had moved to camera view nine, and played her audio back in camera ten to lure it back. The screen flickered, and it was back in its place, and, more importantly, further away from her. Alright Blake. One more night. Stay alive. You have to, for Ruby.

2:00

Little did she know, what was going on inside Ruby's head.

"Wow, the fifth night already. I'm surprised she made it this far. She's got skills, I'll give her that"

Ruby didn't answer. It was taking too much of herself to hold her thoughts together, to bother answering him. She didn't have much time left.

"C'mon Rose, it's getting boring without someone to talk to. At least give me a hint or something"

Once again, she was silent. She wasn't going to give him anything...

"Silly girl. You don't have to give me anything..."

The tendrils around her mind tightened, probing, searching. And they dug their way into her memories of the pizzeria...Back to her first night.

"Oh...Vents. You know, you might just be onto something, little red..."

She could do nothing but watch as the shambling suit she called her body, turned with the sound of grinding metal, and its eyes...Her eyes, locked upon an open vent.

Oh god Blake. I'm so sorry.

3:00

She spent the next few minutes flicking between the cameras and the maintenence panel. There was silence, only broken by the flickering, buzzing static as she watched carefully, hoping this night would be uneventful. But it was not to be. As she flicked through the cameras, she found the robot had moved, and she combed the cameras trying to find it. And didn't. She tore through them, searching the building, until she noticed a small button in the bottom left of the camera feed, just under the audio player. She pressed it, and was treated to a second layer on the graphic depicting the attraction. It showed a series of paths, going between different cameras, and revealing several new camera views, numbers eleven through to fifteen. She pressed on the number eleven, and was given a view that confused her for a second. She stared at it for a few seconds, before realizing that she was seeing the dirty metal walls of a vent, viewed through a dirty camera.

4:00

She switched to the next camera, and found a sight that chilled her. She was face to face, and eye to eye, with the robot itself. The tattered skeleton was crouched in the vent, on hands and knees, staring into the camera, and into her soul. She sat, comletely still, as she glanced down at the map, to find that the vent led directly to her office. She glanced back at the screen to find it...Still there, glaring at her, eyes flickering. She searched the control panel for something, anything to get it away from her, and found a button, next to the camera icon, that read:

hold to seal vent.

Well, that was...conveniant. She held the button down, and was rewarded with a painfully slow progress bar, slowly filling. She waited, and waited, and waited...And looked up from her screen, to find a large, tattered, fox like animatronic staring down at her. It stared for a few seconds...Before leaping forward, in a jump so sudden, it defied any laws of momentum, mouth opened, serrated metal teeth lunging for her throat, as she screamed, hurtling backwards in her seat. As her world pieced itself back together, she opened her eyes, to find Springtrap gone from the vent.

5:00

She pulled the maintenence panel across, and began to reboot the ventilation, as it had dropped at exactly the moment the creature had disapeared. As she waited for the program to come online, she was unaware of what lurked right outside the room.

"I'm coming for you..."

As the ventilation finished humming back to life, she looked up from the panel, to find springtrap standing in the doorway, glaring down at her. She looked up, and stared into its eyes. It raised its hand, still standing in the doorway, but suddenly stopped. It stepped forward, and Blake closed her eyes, waiting for an end...

"No!"

"What? How? You can't do that!"

"I'm not letting you do this!"

"No...No...You have no power here! You can't!"

Blake was snapped from her fear, by a horrible, grating noise, and she opened her eyes to see it standing over her, shaking and shuddering, sparks dancing through its joints, and across the metal beams of its body. It's eyes flickered and shone, shimmering between it's dull metal glow, and a vibrant silver, staring down at her. It stood for a few seconds...And turned, walking straight out of her office, and tramping, staggering and nearly falling through the hallway, past the lagre window, and out of her sight. She sat, confused and scared, as the familier numbers appeared on her screen.

6:00

She stood, and walked out the door on shaking legs. She walked down the hallway, and left the building. Her fifth night was over. She was done. Now, all she needed, was her answers.

oH blAke.
yoU sTill WaIt fOr aNswErs, BuT neVeR hAve YoU oNce,
maDe A moVe tO sEize tHosE anSwErs foR yOuRsElf.
yOu hAVe OnE jOb BlAke. anD yOu'VE aLmoSt FuLfIllEd iT.
AnD You KnOW WHat hAPpeNs tO...UnnEeded emPloyEes.
TheY arE maDe...RedUndant.