This is my story. We are still here at the cafe. No more deaths have occurred here, and kids play all day in this paradise. Bluberry was deemed "unsafe" by the management and kept in the back, where us originals have great fun during the day. Cal's singing blocks out the screeches of terrors. Brian still roams these halls, sometimes making the security camera glitch out for fun, and Macaroni and Duke still play the same songs. I love it. This place is my home, and although it's almost my prison, I wouldn't change it for the world.