Just then, Jeremy walked in with two letters, apparently ashamed of himself, for some odd reason.
"What do you want?" I snapped.
"I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing this for them," he told me.
"What do you mean?" I asked him.
"Open, and see," he said as he left, shutting the door behind him.
I opened the first one, it was from Alex.
Tears flowed from my eyes as I opened and read it.
...
Alex's letter
Dear dad,
I want to tell you how angry I am over what you did to us, I forgive you but I can never forget. I know why you did what you did, but I can't understand how cruel you could have been to me. I still remember everything about the day I died, the shock on my face when Max's face was crushed, how I stood there shocked before running away, too ashamed to come back. I remember when I was caught and handed over to you. The fire in your eyes staring, judging me, reminding me of the monster I had become. I was wrong, I admit it, but what you did to me was unforgivable. I cried so hard that day, all the anger, all the guilt, the sadness, the rage, and pain. Once I saw what I did, I never wanted to hurt anyone like I hurt him. I hurt Shaun, my brother, someone I should have called friend. I hurt Max, my baby brother who needed someone, but instead I got him killed. I hurt you too, my father who was never there for me, my father who left me alone at gradation, my father who would rather be at work, than be with his children. I thought that if I did what I did, that YOU WOULD NOTICE ME. But, instead, I KILLED MY BROTHER! I know you probably hate me, I did too, I needed a friend, someone who would look after me too.
But instead, I ended up being chased by a maniacal evil, vengeful monster who only wanted to see me dead. You tricked me, gave me keys that you knew wouldn't work, and then you did it, with a smile to this very day that haunts my dreams you did it. I still feel it, the rusty blade stuck in my throat as I fell, my tears mixing with blood as I CHOKED ON MY OWN BLOOD AND TEARS. MY EYES WATERED IN PAIN AS YOU CUT ME DOWN IN COLD BLOOD. My hands slid on the glass window, barely noticing the swirling torment in my own mind, my last thoughts were not hate filled or vengeful, but I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the beatings all the jumpscares, all the torture I inflicted and all I wanted to say was sorry.
I thought that this was the end, but something miraculous happened I lived and was given a second chance. I am still amazed on how I still live, I think about it all the time. I should be dead now, but I'm not. I am still alive, and I just want to say, that I forgive you, and I hope you can too. I love you, you're my dad. I still hate you for what you did, not to me, no, I deserved that. But for what you did to my friends.
You killed them too, led them backstage before brutally killing them, wasn't it enough when I died, wasn't it enough, for Max. But no, it wasn't, you weren't satisfied weren't you. Gotta kill em all, right? I am disgusted and horrified at what you did, you killed them, Sam, James, Ted, and a little boy who followed you, who thought the whole world of you, then you killed him, just for being there, you killed them just for being there. IT WAS A STUPID JOKE, A PRANK GONE WRONG BUT YOU KILLED THEM ANYWAY, WHY?! I WAS THE ONE WHO THREW HIM IN! Now, I realize the truth, you're no hero, no savior, you are sick, a maniac, leaving me to save them while you plotted their deaths craving the scent of their blood.
I HAD TO SAVE THEM, EVEN BEN, WHO DID NOTHING WRONG! AND I'M THE FRIKKIN VILLAIN! But I digress, I saved them, and in my heart I knew that what I did was right. I saved them, I redeemed myself, erased the guilt I had felt for so long, but I just wished Max could be here to see me. My dream came true and Max returned as Fredbear, he came back to forgive me, and tell me that it wasn't my fault, he made me see the truth, that I was the brother he had always wanted me to be. Now, we are the best of friends, Max is the best brother I could ever hope to have. I love him so much. I became their guardian, their friend, especially with Foxy. Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy loved me too, me the Marionette, the saddest puppet became the gladdest one of them all.
We became a family, everything was great, then it happened, you shut them down, ripped them apart. It was humiliating, I couldn't see my friends, my family. Then, it came to me, I wold make you understand the joy of creation, we would make you one of us. We would save you from the pain that we had felt, it wouldn't be easy. They hated you, especially Ben, who made it his personal mission to kill you. I wanted to help you as you helped me, I wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine.
But instead of joining us, you killed again. Now, it wasn't redemption I was after, it was revenge, but you were clever, you were crafty. You let Jeremy take your place, just so you could live. But it's not over til my hands are around your throat, dad. You think you're clever, but really you're nothing but a coward. I hope you rot in prison.
Your son,
Alex Malone, the Marionette.
