Greeting: Time to go back to the first signs of the Beginning. There is actually a lot we missed.
Not going to explain further. Enjoy, dear readers!

( Leslie's memories. In the darkness. Before the Beginning)

Back at the Grayson hill when Leslie had defeated Jenner, he had felt perfect for a short moment.
" I finally showed you who is the real user of these powers and who is the parasite", Leslie smiled at Jenner mockingly.
" You will fail, Leslie. You always do", threatened Jenner.
Leslie was filled with joy and he wanted to punch Jenner into oblivion.
" My friends will prevail. You have lost, Jenner. Accept it!", told Leslie.
Suddenly, the whole world around them was covered by light. That was the last thing either of them saw.
It had happened a long time ago but to Leslie, it may as well have happened the day before.
Their minds had been taken out by the Sorcerer's outburst. Jenner and Leslie had lost themselves to the third mind and had fused with it.

At that moment, his consciousness had been paralysed. He had been able to see everything but his mind hadn't worked.
He had seen Storm Jr. and how she had impaled his heart with her icicle but had felt nothing. That was what life after his death was like as well.
He was living through his life again and again. What people had said about death was correct.
It was like deep sleep, no thoughts at all.
Leslie was floating through the emptiness along with so many others.
There was everything from kids to adults, all the way to animals and anthropomorphic ones.
All the deceased from all over the multiverse were there, floating in the eternal emptiness.
If anyone had managed to come there, they would have realized how insignificant their own life was. Death was everyone's final destination.

All the murderers, soldiers and the most innocent creatures were in there.
The ancient Greeks had described this state as the River Styx, Prince Gautama, also known as Buddha, had described it as nirvana.
Leslie was in a state of peace and relaxation.
In there, the concepts of time and space were irrelevant. It was impossible to know how long someone had been there.
Leslie was floating with Jenner since their souls were fused with each other. Jenner was familiar with that feeling.
After all, he had been dead for hundreds of years.
Leslie had found peace but that kind of peace was not meant to last.
One day, the never-ending floating stopped. Something reached out and wrapped its giant fingers around Leslie and Jenner.
It was like a fishing hook and they were fish. The thing's claws impaled them both but they felt no pain.
Leslie was pulled out of the flow of lost souls and the life energy, which he had lost, came back to him.
" What is that light?", a thought appeared into his mind.
Dead were not suppose to be able to think anymore. Leslie was able to, which meant that he wasn't fully dead anymore.
The light, he was going towards, was starting to burn him to crisp. His soul was indestructible but he felt some pain on the face of his soul.
" Where are we going? I don't want to wake up yet. I can't leave the peace behind", he begged.

The light covered him and he could see tiny sparks of lightning all around him.
" What is this? Am I crazy? Is this a hallucination?", Leslie got scared.
" We are going back. We won't be allowed to die", he heard Jenner's tired voice on his right side.
" Die? We are not dead, we still exist. We can't be dead", replied Leslie.
Suddenly, a picture of Storm Jr., impaling him with her icicle came into Leslie's mind.
" Storm Jr.!", shouted Leslie before the light consumed him and Jenner.

They were knocked out again and Leslie lost his ability to think. He wasn't dead, it was more like a coma.
Leslie was floating again and the place was shaking like a boat.
His bearings were on the other side of the world right then.
Leslie didn't know how to speak or how to move his body.

Eventually, his eyes were starting to figure out a way to open. It was very uncomfortable and took a long time.
Leslie was unaware of his condition but it wasn't good. He felt as if there had been metal crumbs between his bones.
His joints felt as if there had been rust in them. His eyes were hurting and there was no feeling in any part of his body.
" Where am I?", he asked.
No one answered.
" Jenner? Are you still there, you disgusting parasite?", he asked Jenner.
No one answered him. Maybe Jenner was still out or maybe he just got offended.
Leslie tried to raise his arm but it was pointless. He tried to move his legs, pointless as well.
It was like he had been strapped to a table like Storm Jr. Leslie could not see anything apart from a dim light above his head.
The light was darker at the lower side of his blurry vision. Leslie thought that there was something in the light's way there.

His eyes were almost fully open but they had trouble adjusting to the light.
Leslie found it hard to focus his gaze on what was in front of his face. Leslie quit trying because it was too hard.
He tried to move but was unsuccessful once again.
His body felt weird, it was so stiff and heavy.
Leslie did not recall being chubby. He had always been a very thin boy.
Shadow had once joked that if wind got too strong, it would easily take him with it.
Leslie's surroundings were bright and blurry.
He could see slight colors in the distance that could have been right above his head.
Leslie could not tell if something was far away or right in front of his face. He could tell that he was horizontally though.
There was a burning feeling in his heart. Someone had put a furnace into his chest apparently.
He tried to relax.
His was having an anxiety attack. He needed to calm down, he had been through that before.
Leslie inhaled quickly and then gasped, his breathing was heavy.
" I need help. Hopefully I am in a hospital", he thought.
Leslie yanked his neck to the right, in hope that it wouldn't break. He managed to do it.
" Thank you", he said in relief.

The vision was coming back. If only his eyes had wanted to adjust properly, it would have been faster.
After a while, Leslie was able to feel more. He suddenly felt a calming breeze hit his face.
He was definitely not in a hospital. The place was too open.

He could see something long in front of him right then. It was brownish and seemed like an arm or a leg.
He was on a table, he could see its edge.
He couldn't see further so he didn't see who this arm belonged to. If it was in fact an arm, its owner was not alright.
The thing looked furry and a tiny bit too fat to be a normal arm. Then Leslie thought that it seemed to be an animatronic arm.
He tried to force his eyes to concentrate on it. It began to sharpen and he noticed fingers on it.
" It's an arm. An arm of a wolf", he thought.
Leslie had seen Storm Jr. many times and remembered her soft hands. That was a wolf's arm.
It had small claws on it and the fingers looked longer than they should have. Leslie tried to move his head closer to the arm to see who it belonged to.
There was someone beside him by all accounts and Leslie wanted to know why.
Maybe, this new mysterious wolf could tell him where he was and why.
" Ahh. If only I wasn't so paralysed, I would be able to grab the arm and wake him up", thought Leslie.
He felt pain in his head, it was burning.
" Why is my body malfunctioning?", Leslie shook his head.
Malfunctioning? That was a weird word to think. Then Leslie came to a realization.
As if the world wanted to make him believe it, his vision began to clarify. Leslie saw the room around him then.
Maybe, he got his vision back since his eyes widened in shock.

He was nowhere else than inside the same factory where Jenner and the Elders had been keeping him.
Leslie moved his head around, he was in fact strapped onto a table.
He was in a concrete room that had equipment on the walls. Leslie had seen that sort of equipment in the repairing room at Freddy's.
Those tools were made for constructing and repairing animatronics.
He looked at his own nose.
The big thing in front of his face was a brown wolf's snout. Leslie glanced back at the arm.
He bent his fingers to be sure about what he had already guessed.

That arm was his own.

There was no one beside him, he was the mysterious wolf.
Leslie wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep, maybe everything was just a simple, messed up dream.
Turned out that Leslie could not do it.
He wasn't skilled enough to enter sleep mode. Leslie tried to break free but someone had made sure he couldn't, the straps were extremely tight.
Leslie was lying on the table and there were straps around his waist, neck, wrists and ankles.
Leslie wasn't able to glance at his puffy feet but he could see his entire body nonetheless.
Unfortunately, there was a sleek metallic piece right above his head so he could see his reflection in it.
Leslie saw a big brown wolf with some hair on its head and a shocked expression on its face.
He could feel his furry tail, extended to the side so it wouldn't be squeezed by his heavy body.
Someone had done perfect work, it was almost impressive.
Leslie was as handsome as before, Storm Jr. would have still loved him.
He was an animatronic but it still resembled his human body in some ways.
All those pros were crushed by the one shocking con, Leslie was a freaking animatronic!

The room was filled by Leslie's robotic scream. His mouth was open and his teeth were showing.
He had been taking good care of his white teeth. Now all of them had been replaced by fake animatronic teeth.
They were sharp but not the sharpest in the world. Leslie's scream lasted for at least a minute.
It was not normal, it was so robotic.
His voice box was not inside him yet. The scream was enough to wake Jenner up at least.
" Is this the souls of the dead, screaming?", Jenner said as he woke up.
" You!", Leslie said to him.
" Oh! You are still here. How sad", Jenner found it annoying.
" What have you done to me, beast?", Leslie asked him in shock and fear.
" What have I done? I'm inside your worthless mind, how could have I possibly done something?", Jenner asked him.
Leslie could feel that Jenner was as confused as he was. He wasn't behind this.
" What the..?", asked Jenner.
He noticed their situation as well.
" We are an animatronic wolf. That's what's happening", Leslie shouted at him.

Jenner did not say anything for a while, he didn't understand what had been done to them.
" I thought you defeated me", said Jenner.
Leslie remembered it then. He recalled the light of the Sorcerer but nothing after that.
" That wolf bitch of yours killed us. That tiny mutt dared to impale us", recalled Jenner.
" Storm Jr. My love", Leslie thought about her.
" Based on our location, your foolish friends didn't bring us back. They couldn't have, those stupid critters don't know how to do it", Jenner pointed out.
Leslie agreed that wasn't the case.
" Who do you think could have done it? Afterlife is not something that you can just take souls out of", Leslie said angrily.

Their answer entered the room right then. The door opened up and a beautiful wolf came in.
Electra had changed her hair style and was more charming than ever. There was no reason for her to beautify herself anymore.
Salazar was dead so she had no husband. Electra could have been her beast witch self but she had chosen not to. She was still a frail princess.
She walked past the tools and the other equipment.
She came to Leslie's left side and he turned his head to the right.
Electra grabbed his snout and yanked it to the left. Leslie was forced to look at her.
She was holding the snout so Leslie couldn't open it.
" You have woken up, I see. I have been waiting for that to happen", said Electra.
She let go of Leslie.
" What have you done to me?", asked Leslie.
Only a weird electronic sound made it out of his mouth.
" I haven't installed your voice box yet. It's a pity but we have to live with it for now", Electra shook her head.
" What have you done to me?", asked Leslie in Electra's mind.

His fury made Electra groan in pain. If it had been stronger, it would have given her a nose bleed.
" Well, seems I underestimated you. Looks like your time in the world of the dead has only made you stronger", apologized Electra.
" How about your body then?", she asked him.
She peered at Leslie's eyes.
" You don't have it under control yet. That's the con of memories not being removed.
A mind that's used to being in a human body will find it hard to adjust to an animatronic one", concluded Electra.
Leslie spat at her disgusting face. Electra wiped it off.
" Naughty, wuff. I like it", she smiled.
" You didn't answer me! What have you done to me?", Leslie said angrily.
" Why don't you like it? I fixed you after all. Your pitiful human body was your only weakness.
Now, my brother's soul gets the body he deserves", explained Electra.

" How nice of you to think that, sister", Jenner said in the middle.
" Oh, you are awake too. Wonderful", Electra was happy to see her brother.
" Was it you who pulled us out of the afterlife? I assume you were", Jenner asked her.
" With the help Black and father, I was able to do it. It was hard and took quite a long time but it was worth it", explained Electra.
" A lot of work just to get to meet your dear brother again. Maybe there is something in those hearts after all", snorted Leslie.
" They didn't bring us back due to such a stupid reason. There is a lot left to do.
We are not finished with the world, are we?", Jenner had creepy happiness in his mind.
" There is indeed much to do.
Only a fool would think we'd leave after some stupid weaklings have made us look like idiots", Electra was sparkling in hatred towards the Fazbear crew.

The beast witches had not brought them back for fun. Leslie had a bad feeling, this could lead to something terrible.
Based on Electra's expression, this was not some small attack against the Fazbear crew. It would not be over quickly.
" This time we'll show them the true strength of the beast witches.
They'll learn that messing with one of us means messing with all of us", Electra was delighted.
" You are going to start the Apocalypse, you idiots", Leslie could not believe his ears.
" Idiots? Is that what you call us?", Jenner couldn't believe his ears either.
" Didn't the Grayson hill teach you anything? Apocalypse related powers are not safe.
Do you think that you or the other beasts can control chaos?", asked Leslie.
" You saw the Sorcerer, you saw what he was capable of. That was raw uncontrollable power. Chaos won't be any different", Leslie warned them both.
Electra laughed at him.
" Oh! Young one. We do not control chaos nor Apocalypse, we are both of them", laughed Electra.
" Did your parents not teach you a thing, Leslie?", laughed Jenner along Electra.
Leslie's memory had some empty spots in it. He could not remember everything right away.
He began to think hard about all the things he had heard.
" King Deagana, the father of Elleroth. He is the soul of sin and the destroyer of worlds", thought Leslie.
" Your grandfather is the Apocalypse. You are trying to summon him", guessed Leslie.
" Our King, our God. The Apocalypse witch will devour your world!
Once we have used your power to unleash the forces of death, the days of losing will be over", said Electra.
" The Fazbear crew will be forced to see all of their children get torn apart.
I can't wait to hear your beloved Storm Jr. scream her last words as she sees her family and friends die.
Everything they did was for nothing. Fighting was in vain. They were simply holding back what was inevitable all along", cheered Jenner.
" You are wrong! My family will win once again. Some pathetic Apocalypse will not stop them.
As long as they love each other and have hope, they will win", claimed Leslie.
Electra sighed.

" That will be the best part. They'll stop loving and start killing each other. Maybe we don't even have to kill them.
They'll kill themselves before that", Electra shook her head.
" It's going to be sad, killing them would have been so much fun. I guess you can't get everything you want", Jenner was disappointed.
" At last, we agree completely. You have to accept that fact. You can't take over the world, just accept it", Leslie said to both of them.
" We'll be able to. You'll see", Jenner sounded confident.
" Perhaps, you won't. You'll never know", smirked Electra.
Leslie was not sure what she meant by that.
" I am confident that by the end of this, you'll be sorry you unleashed your grandfather. He is as beast witch as a witch can get.
You mean nothing to him. He can't feel love towards you or anyone else. Even you can't feel love.
What you feel is not true love, you love that person because they are useful. Your grandfather can't do even that.
Every single beast witch is nothing more than a disposable tool to him", claimed Leslie.

Both beast witches were laughing their heads off.
" You're right, he can't. We all look up to him because of that", Electra told him.
Leslie was not sure why they were doing all this then. To him, they seemed to be out of their minds.
" I hope he burns your souls in the deepest circles of Hell", Leslie told them.
" Whoa! We have a really angry dog in our hands", giggled Electra.
" Hate us all you want, Leslie. We are in control now.
You will see that Salazar was merciful, the pain, you shall feel, will be stronger than anything you have ever felt", Jenner sounded excited.
" If they hurt me, they hurt you", Leslie pointed out.
" It's necessary. Looks like we didn't prepare you for the ritual last time. It might have been one reason why our plan didn't work out", explained Electra.
" Plus, we have to test your new body. Jenner will be using it a lot so we need to make sure everything is okay", she added.

" I will never give him control. I can keep him out now, I'm strong enough", Leslie sounded determined.
Electra had thought about that too.
" Your memories have faded away more or less. Can't you remember what we were going to do in the first place?", asked Electra.
" I can't and don't care", Leslie said angrily.
" I think you should", said Jenner.
" You won't be in this body for long. During the ritual, we will separate you from Jenner and send your mind into oblivion.
Then we don't have to think about you ever again", Electra said with a pleased expression on her face.
" At least, I'll go with honor. I won't plead them to spare me or anything. If I go, I'll go respectfully", thought Leslie.
Electra examined Leslie and looked at his body.

No one else entered the room during that time. Leslie recalled that something had happened to the Legends.
It was a blurry tornado of emotions but he could remember most things. He remembered love and Storm Jr.'s face, looking at him.
" Storm Jr. If I don't make it, please take these things down. Don't let them win", he thought.

Leslie wished he could have been able to talk with his beloved fluff face.
What was she doing right then? Was she alright?
Storm Jr. had killed him and it must have been painful to do. Storm Jr. was cute when she was happy so Leslie wished she hadn't been sad.
" If only I could speak with her or warn her somehow", thought Leslie.
Then he got an idea.
" I bet I have the power to do it. I could warn her during the nights when her mind is more responsive", thought Leslie.
Just like that he had found a way to give his family a chance to prepare for the end of the world.

Farewell: Leslie is back and we discovered the truth about the origin of the Apocalypse.
We'll go back to the Fazbear crew soon, maybe even in the next chapter.
Love, everybody!
And: THE ONLY WAY TO LIVE IS TO WRITE.