Epilogue

Once the story broke, the fallout was immense.

Fazbear Entertainment's CEO was forced to step down in the ensuring controversy. In a twist no one saw coming, Freddy Fazbear himself volunteered to take over the role. His intricate knowledge of the brand's history, his research on business and child safety he had been doing in his spare time, and his fatherly, affable attitude made him the perfect fit to lead the company in a better direction. People were cautious about the world's first AI CEO, but he soon proved himself to be the best man for the job.

As a personal "thank you" to Roxanne for that perilous night, he accelerated the reconstruction and reopening of Roxy Raceway. Whatever was in that sinkhole, they didn't speak another word of it after it was sealed for good. Freddy also streamlined the pass system throughout the Pizzaplex, ensuring each guest had the time of their life. He also tracked down the engineer who had designed Roxanne's upgraded body and rehired him, in hopes of him making improved bodies for Freddy, Monty and Chica as well.

But stepping up also meant stepping down as leader of the band. Monty finally got his wish to be the leader. It was a difficult adjustment at first, but he quickly grew into the role. In fact, it mellowed him out, and he was much nicer to his bandmates. Chica's voice box was replaced with a new one that allowed her to sing her heart out, and she relished every moment of it. It was so cute watching her do duets with Monty. Roxanne was happy for them both. And when Freddy dropped in sometimes to sing, Monty showed no grudge towards him anymore.

Mr. Cooper and Vanessa turned out to only be about a year apart in age, and quickly hit it off. Marcus had left the Pizzaplex with a broken rib, but also with lifetime Pizzaplex passes and free food passes, an exciting story to tell his friends, and a newfound sense of confidence. When he came back for his birthday party months later, he brought more friends than even Cory had. And after he tried grape Fizzy Faz for the first time, he found out he liked it much more than pink lemonade.

The haunted arcade cabinet was supposed to be brought to a scrapyard, but fell from the truck during the journey, tumbled down a rocky hill, and smashed against some sharp rocks. Whoever that ghost was, he definitely wasn't coming back now.

And that just leaves…you. Roxanne Wolf.

She sat on the couch in her green room, keytar in her hands. She had newfound popularity thanks to her story and upgraded design. But at the end of it all, she didn't know what to do with herself.

Are you just going to stay here?

It wasn't the worst idea, but she had a new feeling, a desire for…something more.

A poster from the Raceway was on her wall, showing her with a biker jacket and a motorcycle, looking out into the sunset with a helmet under her arm. Maybe she could go see the world? Much more to see out there than in the Pizzaplex. She could ask Freddy to get her a motorcycle for her.

Maybe she could find other things to do outside the Pizzaplex. Hang out with Marcus. Visit a zoo. Help at a shelter. Fight in a boxing match.

She played some notes on the keytar. Maybe she could write some of her own music. Make a concept album. Sing a song about life, because she never felt so alive. Sing a song about Marcus, or her friends, or fallen mentor Foxy, or all those feelings that exploded from her throughout that unforgettable night.

She got up and looked at herself in the star-shaped mirror. It was so wild for her to look and finally see herself the way she'd imagined. It was like meeting herself for the first time. She loved her smile, her beautiful hair, her fluffy tail, everything about her. How could she give up the life of a performer when she looks this damn good?

Ah, screw it. Who knows what the future holds? You'll be okay. You know who you are. You'll figure out what's right for you. Because…

She picked up the keytar again and played a new song, one that came from the heart.

You're Roxanne Wolf. And you are the best.


Notes

It's been a really long time since I've sat down and written a story, from start to finish.

After FNAF: Security Breach came out, a lot of discussion in fan communities was targeted around the fate of the animatronics. They weren't latently evil or possessed by ghosts of children. They had lives and inner turmoil of their own, they had relationships with each other, and they had their own stories to tell. And Gregory brutally mutilated all of them, luring them to their demise by preying on their vulnerabilities.

This rubbed a lot of people the wrong way. Many people spoke out, asking Steel Wool to make an alternate ending where the animatronics aren't mutilated or destroyed, but are instead saved from Vanny's control and help Gregory. People had sympathy for all three animatronics, but one stood out over the rest: Roxanne Wolf.

Roxanne had a lot going for her. On the surface, she was a narcissistic biker girl with a mean streak a mile wide, but behind closed doors, she was vulnerable, insecure, and desperate to prove herself. And having an incredible design that appealed both within and outside the FNAF fandom was icing on the cake.

A while back, an anonymous writer on 4chan, going by the handle "ADD_Anon", wrote a greentext-style story told from the perspective of Roxanne. When a child becomes stranded at the Pizzaplex and Vanny's machinations threaten to kill him, Roxanne puts herself through hell to keep him safe, all while dealing with her own emotional hang-ups.

I thought it was fascinating and enjoyable to read, helping to expand Roxy's personality and capabilities even further. So, in tribute to it, I decided to write my own take on the same story. I expanded on many parts to flesh them out, revised dialog, and much more. I hope since you've taken the time to read my take on the story, you also take the time to read the original, which can be found here: just paste dot it / 5hesh

Life's been hell for me lately but writing my take on this story had helped give me some reprieve. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.