Greeting: Leslie and friends are leaving the country now and heading for Leslie's home. They must go through the hurricane first though. Let's see how that goes, eh?

( The European refugees. In the cargo plane)

The flight was long and the pilot had had to be switched after a while.
The younger people had never flown before so that was an entirely new experience. The plane was shaking like crazy and the winds weren't in their favour.
There was hunger and thirst in the air.
The people were like pigs, stuck in the container, used to take them to the slaughterhouse.
There was barely any space left and it was getting claustrophobic in there.
Leslie was sitting beside a window, his back against it, and there was a crate on his left side.
The whole time, Leslie had been listening to other people and Ornica's rambling.

She had told him so much about her old friends and her life. It creeped Leslie out how sweet her description of Black was.
He had been a sweet cat once. There had been nothing but innocence in his heart.
His only desire had been to make Ornica happy and love her.

That was Leslie's way of killing time, or it might have been time's way of killing him.
A British couple was right in front of him. While Leslie was listening to Ornica, he glanced at them.
Those two were telling each other that everything was fine. Leslie doubted that greatly but it was not his job to judge people for their optimism.
There was something bad ahead, everyone could feel it in their bones. It could have been pretty much anything as far as Leslie knew.
A kraken, possessed by beast witches, perhaps. That idea sounded ridiculous but so did the idea of everything else that had been happening.
A kraken would have been cool but terrifying.

Despite the awesomeness, Leslie preferred something smaller. The plane was shaking and Leslie could almost feel the wind in his bones.
The journey was long but it had also been rather easy for the plane. Now the winds started picking up speed and electricity filled the air.
" Electricity. Oh no!", Leslie thought.
" What now?", Ornica asked him as he looked out the window.
Leslie knew what was coming.
That painting had seeped into his head and he could always see it when he closed his eyes.
The scared people, the boy in the middle and the lightning outside. Leslie was sure he knew what was ahead.
He took his words back, he preferred the kraken.
He peered at the clouds, up ahead, and saw their movement. Those clouds were moving very fast, they were going towards south.
They would definitely be tossed by the wind like a piece of trash.
As if to prove Leslie's idea, lightning flashed. That was the hurricane which Leslie had seen in his nightmare.
That was no ordinary storm, the Apocalypse witch desired to complicate Leslie's homecoming.
If there were any forces, not working against Leslie, now was the time to help him.
Leslie stood up and ran to the cockpit.

The pilot was talking to Klaus who had taken a little nap.
" This is going to be insane. That amount of lightning can't possibly be a good sign", the pilot panicked.
" It isn't. We are going to be in trouble", Leslie told him quickly.
It was already too late. The plane shot into the hurricane and the plane's lateral movement increased from zero to a hundred.
Klaus, the pilot, Leslie and everyone else grabbed onto whatever they could.
The plane lost all control and the wind took over. Leslie's mind was taking off inside.
He thought about the painting and witches as his eyes closed in fear.
" Leslie. Answer me!", Ornica pleaded in his mind.
Lightning hit their plane and the people shrieked. Leslie thought about himself and his childhood.
The time, he had first used his powers. The water from the sinks had flown upwards. He had also made a table levitate and crushed a stone.
The powers had increased overtime and soon he had crushed his own house as the Sorcerer.
The boy in the painting had been steadying the plane with telekinesis.
" How could I possibly steady the plane? The wind is too strong", Leslie asked himself.
" Nothing is stronger than love", Ornica's voice shouted somewhere in the distance.
Leslie opened his eyes in shock and they were blue. He thought about his friends.

Storm Jr. grabbed his head and they kissed. Bonnie made jokes and they had fun.
Vixey and Foxy promised him that they would never abandon him, he would always be in their hearts.
Storm Jr. was so exotic and delicate with her kisses. Full of tenderness. She was his girlfriend and a stuffed animal in one.
She was beautiful and gentle.

Leslie could feel the plane, its rumbles and its engines. The metal in the walls, the leather in the seats.
The energy in its systems and the air outside. Leslie's hands were emitting a powerful field that covered the plane entirely.
It was deeper than just the hands. Leslie's eyes and ears were emitting it too.
His hands weren't the magnet, his body was. In fact, he was both the magnet and the magnetic field at the same time.
Leslie had never touched his powers so strongly before.
At least, he had never been able to control himself while doing it.
The plane was an expansion of his energy and the wind was nothing more than an outsider.
The plane started resisting the wind and the uncontrollable movement stopped.
Leslie was able to stand firmly and walk around. He made his way to the middle of the plane and recognized the scene he was in.
He glanced at Klaus who had taken control of the engines.
" Leslie! Whatever you are doing, it is working", Klaus was extremely happy.
He could steer the plane and there was no resistance. Leslie had never been in control so much.
The power was emitting from his heart and being recycled back into his body.
The situation was both amazing and terrifying. The rain and lighting tried to get in but Leslie kept them away.
His energy was being rammed into the Apocalypse witch's energy and he was winning.
Leslie smiled and his eyes were more blue than ever before. The people were still shocked about what had happened and they weren't good yet.
The hurricane got stronger and the lightning focused on them.
" Someone didn't like that, did he?", Leslie thought by himself.
The great Atlantic ocean was below them and the large space was above them. In that very tiny space, between those two, was a hurricane and a plane.
They had nowhere else to go, they just had to move forward with Leslie's help.

Leslie's self-esteem rose like the wind in the hurricane. He was holding against a hurricane, not to even mention that the plane was big and heavy.
Leslie tried to think of when he had ever done that before. He couldn't think of one.
Jenner or the Sorcerer had always been there to control his inner power. Leslie understood why they liked it, it was an amazing feeling.
If anything, that was the power to save all of cosmos from the claws of the Apocalypse witch.
Klaus felt nothing resist their plane's movement. Leslie's shield was protecting them from the hurricane and headwind.
Leslie was more than just a wielder, he was his own power. That plane had become a part of him.
He could feel everything inside it. The people were thinking about their lives and the lives of their loved ones.
Leslie felt their pain and also their hopes. The metal felt resistant and made Leslie cold.
There was so much to feel.
" What is all this? I can feel everything. Or the plane at least", he thought and chuckled.
He couldn't feel much outside the plane.
" It is pure beauty, isn't it? The forces of purity are all around us. You have accepted yourself, Leslie! You surely took your time", Ornica laughed.
" This feels greater than anything before. It's like friendship or love but stronger. The connection is very powerful", Leslie told her.
" I guess, the lack of different kinds of love, in your childhood, suppressed your powers. Something woke them up", Ornica pondered.

She was speculating but it mattered very little to Leslie. The point was that he got his powers after so much time.
Not that there wouldn't be more to discover, he was yet to reach full potential. Still, Leslie wondered if he ever got used to that.
" I can rotate the planet on a whim. The oceans answer my command, the forests grow when I say so", Leslie was smiling.
" Don't get ahead of yourself. You sound like you're reading the Bible or something", Ornica told him.
Leslie stopped, she was right. The power was strong but he wouldn't let it control him.
The temptation of the ultimate power would be Leslie's downfall. He refused to let it be that way.
He had been scared of his powers his whole life. He needed fear but reasonably. Just like courage!
The key was to stay in the middle of the chart.
His father's teachings were all coming back to him again.
Leslie took a deep breath and held the plane steady.

The Apocalypse witch was roaring into his ears and attempted to grab the plane.
" You will never reach them! I won't let you!", it roared in the clouds.
Klaus saw it too in the form of a water splash. At first, he thought it was the ocean but their altitude was fine.
Unless of course, the water level had risen drastically over the last hours or their measuring gauges were broken.
The water drops formed a huge mass of water that hit the plane like a train.
Leslie was pretty sure that the force was the same as with a train.

That thing was coming for the Fazbears, Leslie realized how badly he needed to get to his friends.
Animatronics weren't powerful enough to fight water. That witch would rust them to powder.
As the water hit the plane, Leslie struggled to keep the plane steady. He would need more practise before he could match the King of sin.
The plane shook and the people got ready to fall.
Leslie kept on resisting but the Apocalypse witch wasn't giving up either. The plane slowed down dramatically.
" Oh look! I think it might be blowing out there", Klaus was not easily shocked.
Leslie bent forward, kind of like he was pushing the water back. The forces, in that fight, were tremendous.
The Apocalypse witch was not giving up, he was determined to destroy all the light.
There was just one little problem. Leslie was more determined to save his animatronic friends and get to kiss Storm Jr. He focused on it only and pushed back the Apocalypse witch.
" I won't let you stop me. I am going to go to my friends and save them", Leslie told the Apocalypse witch.
The laughter, that shook Leslie down to bone, filled the space, around, like air.
" You young fool. So much effort, so much struggle. You forget your own size and that I have seen the Sorcerer. I have spoken to him.
And not the weak incarnation either. I have spoken to the real Sorcerer", the great witch told Leslie.
That sounded very bad but it was also good to doubt that statement.
" Like I would ever believe a bloodthirsty demon. You are insane and completely evil", Leslie said back.
" And you are not? You have Jenner and the Sorcerer inside you. You have felt what they have felt.
Perhaps, your mind created them in the first place", the Apocalypse witch laughed.
That was an obvious lie but Leslie was getting lower.

His strength was running out and the color of his eyes was getting dim.
The Apocalypse witch roared in happiness as Leslie was losing his bearings and getting tired.
Ornica was screaming somewhere in the background but her words were nothing but muttering.
Leslie was about to be knocked out. As a last resort, he almost subconsciously burst mentally.
A huge shock-wave came out of him and knocked the Apocalypse witch back.
The plane dashed out of the hurricane and the witch roared in the distance.
The hurricane didn't stop but Leslie had gotten the plane out of it.
Then he fell to the floor and dove into the darkness no matter how many people called out to him.
He had drained himself completely and would have died without the help of others.
The blackness had never drained him like that before.
He was moved to a better place and taken care of.

Hours went by while Leslie was unconscious. He still felt the people around him and the plane too.
The people took turns in taking a look at him and say something in their native language.
The plane soared peacefully through the air and for the first time in a month they saw the moon.
Klaus had flown above the higher clouds and that sight was very welcome. Nobody had seen neither the sun nor the moon in a month.
They had only had pictures of them, some were on the walls of the plane. It was ridiculous how everyone came to the windows to look out.
It was like they were dying to see some celebrity.
The moon was very welcome and gave them some hope of something unchanging. Klaus had his own window on his right side.
The moon was looming in the horizon and the craters were in their normal places.
After a while, the moon rose higher and everyone could see it perfectly.
The Apocalypse witch's powers were stuck on the earth. He couldn't affect other planets or the space around the earth yet.
Where there was dirt, water, life and air, was the Apocalypse witch's territory. The moon was mocking him with its divine presence.
Every civilization has always had a lunar deity. The Apocalypse witch's presence was following the plane and he saw the moon too.
" I see you, old friend. Your dear children have abandoned you, it seems. Still, your eyes insult me. I will have so much pleasure in killing your children.
You love them so much but they will bow down before me and die. Then, no one will ever want to glance at you again", the great witch told it.
The moon answered nothing, just stared at the world.

The Apocalypse witch was greatly insulted by the people's awe of the moon. He had seen it before.
The nation, which Deagana had seized control of, had worshipped the moon as their personal god.
The Apocalypse witch didn't care of whether the moon had eyes or whether it was a real god.
He was insulted and saw it threatening his position, just like any other god. There was one certain thing about Deagana!
If he wasn't the only god in people's eyes, he sought to destroy the others.

The Apocalypse witch was invisible to the people in the plane. They were waving at the moon and smiling.
The Egyptian girl glanced at Leslie and wished he could have seen it. Leslie was still out and there was nothing to indicate whether he was dead or alive.
The moon stared at him through its white eyes and the light surrounded him.
The girl came closer to Leslie and bent forward. She was certain that his eyelids had moved.
The girl had no way of telling the adults about it. She was lost without Leslie.
In the future, she would learn both English and Spanish as well as Arabian. Right then though, she was nothing but an Egyptian-Arabic-speaking child.
So she went closer to Leslie and felt his power.
Right at that moment, her courage was recognizable.
She moved the same way as Julisa had near Springtrap when they had first met.

Springtrap had been a mess and the kids had been scared.
They had just been kidnapped by wolves and locked into a dim room.
Julisa had been the first to go talk to the tortured bunny. Springlock's whip and cruelty had made Springtrap look like a monster.
Julisa had been very brave and that look was now on that girl's face.

She had seen what Leslie had done but she also cared for him. Without him, she would have been dead.
Leslie was dreaming and staring into the dark side of the world. An anti-world so to say.
There was torment and everyone's worst nightmares in there. He was about to wake up but before that he sent something out.
" Storm Jr. Come to me, love", he said in his head and a shock-wave shot out.
There was something recognizable in that as well. The Sorcerer had lured Storm Jr. to Jeremy's destroyed house.
He had twisted Storm Jr. and made her scream in pain. Leslie's love had sent out a shock-wave of pain when that had happened.
It had grabbed thoughts from Storm Jr.'s head and moved on.
That was what the Fazbear's had heard in their pizzeria. It had made them come rescue Storm Jr. and the Sorcerer.
The same way, Leslie lashed out in yearning right then.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and saw the girl, beside him.
" Have you been looking at me this whole time?", Leslie asked the girl in confusion.
" No, I swear. You were out so I came to wake you up. Mom always woke me up if I was having nightmares", the girl answered him.
Leslie nodded in understanding.

He got up and then the people finally noticed him.
" Look! He's awake", one Portuguese woman told the others in English.
The people were silent for a moment and just stared at him like he was a ghost. Leslie hated that feeling, it was so awkward.
Had he died or something?
The people were really shocked and couldn't say anything. Then Klaus noticed him and started clapping his hands.
That encouraged the others to remember that Leslie had saved them from the hurricane.
Everyone started clapping and some cheered. Leslie smiled and bowed to them exotically.
Klaus decided that nothing would probably hit the plane so he came to Leslie.
He grabbed the boy's hand and raised it towards the ceiling.
" Leslie! The one that got us through the storm!", he announced in English.
Everyone except some Spanish people understood that. The people gave him a hero's welcome and he was very proud of himself.

" Ornica, are you there?", Leslie asked inside his own head.
" I am and yes, I saw them cheer. Way to go, son", Ornica answered him.
" How long have I been out?", Leslie asked both in his head and out loud.
" Can't say really..I have been stuck here for..", Ornica started.
" You were out for five hours", Klaus told him suddenly.
" What?", Leslie let out.
" Doesn't that mean that..", Leslie realized.
" We are almost there. I bet this ocean is official territory of the United States of America. Welcome home, Leslie", Klaus congratulated him.
" I am home again. The boy, that materialized into existence, is home again.
Jenner! Ready or not here I come!", Leslie thought by himself.
The plane was ready to land but there was one more thing.
As it soon turned out, Leslie's message had indeed reached someone.

Farewell: I love this. The end is in sight, believe it or not. I have been writing this act over a year now.
Not to even mention how long this story has been going for.
It feels like a long time since that youngling read a FNAF-story and learned how cool fanfictions were.
THE ONLY WAY TO LIVE IS TO WRITE.