"Mr. Emily, please remain in your bed-"

"I'm feeling alright, really."

"Henry, listen to the nurse..."

Henry sighed, leaning back onto the mattress. They were probably right; if he kept trying to move, he'd probably tear out his new stitches that he'd had for less than a half hour. And, he supposed, he was feeling pretty tired now.

"Thank you. Please stay put; I'm going to go get the doctor," the nurse said before looking at Dana. "Could you stay with him for a few more minutes?" She asked.

"Of course."

The nurse smiled before turning, leaving the room. Henry groaned with an annoyed frown. "I don't suppose we could escape through that window..." he questioned with fake hopefulness. Dana shook her head seriously. "Blast these hospitals. Probably could have attended to it at home just fine," the man grumbled.

"Sure," Dana snorted sarcastically. "I'd like to see you try to give yourself stitches."

"I learned how during 'Nam," Henry protested. "You never fought in that war," the woman retorted.

"No, but I nearly did. Went through four training months here, you know. We learned how to do stitches," the man continued seriously. "I could have done it," he mumbled grumpily, leaning back on the mattress. "Mhmm," Dana nodded in fake agreement.

Henry sighed, eyes fixed on a crack on the ceiling for a moment, contemplating the earlier events of the evening. Part of him was still in shock of it all, the other was over it, worrying more for the safety of his new ward. "Dana, did you speak with the police yet?" He asked.

"I did while they were doing your operation," she answered.

"What did you tell them?" The man asked.

"I said we were at Freddy's to pick up my things when we ran into a suspicious character with a gun and that he of course, shot you," the woman replied. "I also told them he went to hide in one of the back rooms. Hopefully Charlie's done doing whatever she has planned, and the police can find him. I also hope they search everything thoroughly... the old robots probably still... anyway. They'll investigate more, I'm sure, and when they do, they'll figure out what happened to those children and their families can have some answer, even if it's... that they're gone."

Henry nodded, feeling a sobering depression in his chest. He knew how their parents would surely feel, but it was ultimately better than that terrible feeling of not knowing, not knowing if they were still alive or not, and if they were, what was happening to them. The truth still hurt, but it was an answer if nothing else.

"There are officers here if you want to tell them anything more... I thought I'd leave that part up to you," Dana added quietly.

Henry nodded. "I think I might, thank you. But first, could you pass me that phone?" He asked. The woman nodded, lifting the phone from its receiver. "Put in 801-330-2389 please," he said, listening to the light tapping of rain beginning outside as Dana put in the number.

"I'll leave you some privacy," the woman said, standing from her chair as she went to the hallway. "Thank you," Henry called as she left the room.

The man lifted the phone to his ear, listening to it ring on the other end. It was very late, but Robert was the kind of man who was more a nocturnal night-owl instead of an early bird like he was. Was. Yeah, those days were long over at this point.

Henry's ears perked as a gruff, "Yello?" Came on the other end.

"Hey, Rob. Hope I didn't wake you," the man spoke with a smile turning his lips. "Henry, old sport. You kiddin' me? These photos ain't gonna process themselves. I was already up," a male on the other end replied.

"Ha. Well, I'm glad. Did Michael make it there alright?" Henry asked into the phone. "You mean my new skinny-as-heck visitor? Yeah, the kid's doing okay. Could do with a meal or two though," Robert answered.

Henry smiled at that. "He used to be on his school's track team," he commented wryly.

"Ah, that explains it. He's still up if you want to talk to him," the man continued. "Yes, I would, if you'd oblige me," Henry spoke.

"Alright. Hold on a tick," Robert said gruffly as the sound of things shuffling came on the other end. After a few moments, it got quiet before a young teenager's voice spoke. "Hello?" Michael asked.

"Hey, kiddo," Henry said softly as a strange, overwhelming sense of relief came over him. Hearing the boy's voice seemed to be that last piece of reassurance he didn't know he needed. But man, did it ease the worry in his heart.

"Hi, Henry," Michael replied. The man could hear the smile in his voice and with that, his own mouth turned upwards. "Young man, it's quite late; shouldn't you be in bed?" Henry questioned teasingly.

"Probably. But I'm not tired," the boy answered, most surely with an impish smirk. "All the same... did you make it there okay?" Henry asked.

"Mhmm. Some old lady gave me gum on the last ride. It tasted like it was a hundred years old or something, but that was fine," the teenager spoke with a light laugh. Henry chuckled with a smile. "My grandmother used to do that. I don't think they know how long they keep their candy for. Will you be alright with Robert for another day or so? I'm afraid my departure's been delayed somewhat..."

"Yeah, that's okay. He's not too scary once you get past the 'I'm Mr. Tough Guy' exterior," Michael joked. Henry laughed at that, knowing all too well how true it was.

"Well, that's good; I'm happy to hear that. I'm glad you're doing okay," Henry spoke. "Get some sleep tonight, okay? I'll call you in the morning."

"I will. Night, Henry."

"Goodnight, Michael."

Henry reached to the receiver, and with some effort, set the phone on its hook. As soon as he could get out of this hospital, it was straight home and then to Provo.

After all...

He now had a rambunctious young boy to take care of.

Allan walked in through the door to Freddy's, three employees in tow. They were going to help shut down the few remaining appliances in the building before it closed permanently, and since the manager wanted this over with as soon as possible, they settled with doing it just after midnight.

"Alright, we're gonna go to the generator first, then Bobby, you turn off all the gas pumps in the kitchen," Allan spoke in a lazy, yet commanding tone.

"Sure, boss," the man mumbled lowly as they continued through the building. They passed through the entrance hallway, beginning to make their way through the main party room when one of the other employees, Bruce pointed to something by the carousel.

"Hey, what's that?" He questioned gruffly. Allan looked the direction the man was pointing to see a puddle of a dark something on the tiled floor. He stopped, taking a step closer to realize that what he was looking at was blood. He had been all too accustomed to such a sight in recent weeks.

"What in the..." he trailed off, feeling apprehension fill his chest. Suddenly, Dale gestured over at the stage. "Look, there's more over there," he called. Allan looked, and sure enough, there was more of the dark fluid covering the ground, except this spot had a trail leading down one of the darkened hallways.

"Okay boys..." the man muttered. "Stick with me here, we don't know what we're dealin' with."

"You mean, we're gonna follow that stuff?" Dale questioned incredulously.

"Yeah, unless you're too much of a lady to come," Allan snapped, continuing towards the hallway. "Now are ya comin' or not?"

Dale looked back towards the entrance, and with some reluctance, hurried to follow after them. The manager flicked on a pocket flashlight as they began to follow the gradually fading trail of dark scarlet. "What do you think is goin' on?" Bruce asked quietly as they walked down the hallway.

"I dunno, but keep your trap shut. Whoever's hurt or done the hurting could still be in here," Allan responded sharply as they turned another corner. As they did, they came in view of colorful rubble at the end of the corridor.

"What's that?" Dale asked. Allan didn't answer as they slowly approached it, the light's beam making out the shapes of broken animatronic pieces. As the light passed over it all, he could identify the wrecked pieces of his original animatronics, wires in a twisted mess among the various animatronic shells.

But the smell.

Allan gagged slightly, pulling his shirt over his nose and mouth, the others doing the same next to him as they approached. As they got closer, his light passed over them into the employee saferoom just beyond the mess. As its ray shone inside the small room, it passed over a slouched figure and the man jumped, surprised and scared at the sudden sight.

"Someone's in there," he muttered in a whisper. Bobby bent and retrieved a crowbar laying on the ground as they approached the room, raising it over his shoulder, ready to swing.

But as Allan's flashlight went over the figure, he realized it was just an animatronic suit. Relief filled him for a moment before he realized there was blood pooling beneath it, red staining the various gaps in the suit, especially at the neck.

Allan peered at it, heart racing before he made out the vivid purple of a dress shirt somewhere underneath the suit's shell. It was then that it dawned on him that there was a man in there. He wasn't stupid. He knew how the spring-locks worked.

The man immediately tensed, taking a step backwards. There was a man, dead in here. Another death at his establishment. His mind was reeling.

"Allan, what the heck-"

"Someone messed with that thing," the man interrupted. "And he's got himself in big trouble."

"Huh?" Bobby questioned, the crowbar lowering. "He's dead, Bobby," Allan snapped. Dale's face paled and he looked like he was going to be sick. "W-What do we do?" He questioned quietly.

Allan didn't speak for a long minute, looking at the body in intense concentration.

"Seal it." He spoke monotonously.

"What?" Bruce questioned. "Just leave him in there? Boss-"

"I said, seal it!" Allan shouted, feeling very on edge as the men shrank away from him apprehensively. "Whoever got in here and did this obviously doesn't belong here-and you know the kind of attention we're gonna get from this if the police find out."

The others continued looking at him incredulously, not completely taking that information. Allan glared at them. "What, do you want to be investigated?"

"Boss, none of this is on us-"

"Do you think that matters?!" The man barked. "People are falsely accused! That could be us! Now help me seal this room before the police get the chance to do that!"

Allan glared at them for a moment more before they reluctantly moved to begin work on his request. Within an hour, the door had been closed and lock, ends sealed shut with thin wallpaper pasted over it. It wasn't incredibly difficult to figure out that it wasn't solid wall, but who was going to check?

Who was going to check for what was inside?

Who would ever become aware of what darkness lurked behind that wall?

No one.

Well...

That wasn't exactly true, was it? That monster would be uncovered.

Eventually.

Hey, guys! This chapter came out much later than I meant it to, but oh well. It's here now! This is the final part of this FNAF BOok, and I want to personally thank all you readers for sticking with this, it's been great.

In other new-October 31st of this year will be the opening of my first FNAF sequel for TMBTS- Circus of Souls! Tune in for it's first posts; it's going to be great!

In the meantime, I'll be uploading a chapter exclusively for your questions as I've gotten many over the course of this book. I won't be able to answer much in terms of the sequel as I don't want to spoil anything, but feel free to ask! I'll be answering them all the way up to the release date.

Thank you so much you guys!

-spideyfreakradio