Fun fact, I actually had no idea how I was going to end this fic, but last night I had a dream about this chapter, and I just HAD to write it. Yep, this chapter is based on a dream. Another fun fact, I cried while writing this. Enjoy! (also I would really love some feedback :') )

I didn't move from the floor in the storage room for a long, long time. I just lied there, wishing I had the ability to cry. I lost all of my friends, and you never came back the next day, either. Even YOU left me. Everything that kept me alive was gone. Right now, I really wouldn't mind if my circuits blew out, or if my mechanical heart stopped beating.

I heard footsteps outside the door, and I immediately perked up. Freddy? Foxy? Chica? I wouldn't even mind if it was that awful Marionette, I just needed to see someone.

I looked towards the doorway, and seen some sort of bright, purple mist. Purple? I didn't know anyone who was purple. Every time I blinked, the mist looked like a real thing, until finally a human-like form was standing before me.

It walked towards me. "Springtrap, get up, you bucket of bolts!" his masculine voice was deep, it kind of startled me a bit. "What are you doing? I need to talk to you! Get. Up." He kicked my side, causing me to let out a yelp.

I finally sat up. "Who are you?" I was hoping I would be able to talk to him telepathically, like I could with the phantoms.

He leaned forward, his face terribly close to my own. He showed off his big, disgusting smile. His teeth were yellowing, he was even missing one from the bottom row. I was glad I didn't have the ability to smell, I was so sure his breath smelled horrid. "Don't you know? I'm your conscience!" he cackled, eventually entering a coughing fit. This guy was definitely a heavy smoker. He probably had a lot of bad habits. "N-No, but really, you don't remember me? At all?"

I thought for a moment, staring into his purple face. His security hat was just like yours, but more aged. He had greasy hair, long enough to go past his shoulders. He was extremely thin, even the extra-small security uniform he was wearing was loose on him. He looked oddly familiar... I felt as if I knew him personally. He looked like the kind of guy nobody would want to know personally.

Suddenly, it hit me. The sinful look in his eyes, the corruption in his smile, the way he wore his hat slightly tipped to the side, as if he didn't care about anything. I remembered him. I remembered all too well. This was the man I murdered all those years ago, the man who killed those poor children. I immediately stood up, him only being slightly shorter than me.

I looked down at him. "What do you want, asshole?" I had a no-swearing policy, but this guy deserved it.

He pulled a purple cigarette out of his pocket and put it in his mouth, lighting it with a frown. "Well, I dunno, Springy, I just wanted to tell ya about the truth..."

I swiped the cigarette out of his mouth. "What truth? That you're a disgusting child-killer and you don't even deserve to be standing here right now?"

He cackled again, staring up at me with that gross smile again. "No, no, no, don't be silly! Why don't you sit down, Springy, just let me do all the talking for now." he grabbed my arm but I immediately pulled away, glaring at him. I could sit down myself, I didn't need this guy's help.

I sat down in the fold-out chair you always were in, and he leaned against your old desk.

"Now, ya see," He pulled out another cigarette. Was this guy incapable of explaining things without smoking? "I'm you. You're me. My corpse has been stuck inside of you for years. I've been stuck inside of you for years," his voice was slightly muffled thanks to the cancer stick hanging off of his lip. "Remember earlier when I said I was your conscience? Well, I kinda am," He chuckled a bit, blowing smoke into my direction.

I glared the whole time. I didn't want to listen to this guy, he was revolting. "What does this have to do with anything? Why are you here?"

"You want your friends back, right?" I perked up a little when he mentioned my friends. "You want your LIFE back too, right?"

"... Yeah."

"Well you better listen to me right now," He took the cigarette out of his mouth and pointed to me as he spoke. "Ya need to stop getting obsessed with these... Ideas," he puffed on his cigarette again, this time blowing the smoke off to the side before continuing. "You can never leave! No one can ever leave! You just gotta accept the fact that you're stuck in this hell!" He smiled again. It wasn't a happy smile. Who would be happy being told you have to stay in a place you hated?

"There is a way. There has to be." I mumbled, crossing my arms and looking away.

"No, there isn't," he got closer, placing his hand on my shoulder. I immediately got chills. "I can tell you right now what would happen if you went through those doors, I worked for this company for years, I know everything about you," He took what was left of his cigarette and dropped it on the floor, putting it out with his shoe.

I stared, my arms still crossed.

"You're not supposed to know there's a way out. You were never supposed to know. The only reason why you found out was because I helped you. I'm the reason why you became self-aware," his hand was still on my shoulder. It was cold, too cold. I really wished he would back off. "If you ever even stepped a single foot through those doors, you would get shocked, and from what I know about robotics, that would be enough to break you. You'd be dead. Would you rather die than stay here?"

I looked down, thinking. If I died, I wouldn't have to stay here, I'd be free. if I stayed here, I'd be alone for the rest of my life, tortured by my own broken programming. "Take me to the door." I didn't look up.

"What?"

"I said, take me to the door."

He shrugged. "Whatever, kid. I ain't gonna judge ya."

I stood up, waiting for him to lead me through the halls. As we walked, I took in the sights of the establishment. I seemed to notice things I never noticed before, such as old coloring pages from over the years. The papers were yellowing, just like the purple man's teeth.

I saw a few decorations I've never seen before, along with a few extra air vents. It was strange, I seemed to pay more attention to my surroundings when I knew I was never going to see them again.

The man had his hands in his pockets as he walked. He was truly a punk. I still didn't like him, no matter what. Even if he was letting me leave, in a way. "We're almost there, buddy. Ya ready?" he peeked behind at me, still walking.

"Y-Yeah. I am." I was suddenly felt nervous. I'd be gone forever after this. No more Springtrap... No more Springtrap...

We finally reached the door, at least I think we did, since the purple man stopped near the wall. "Here we go..." He opened the door, grinning from ear to ear. "This is your last chance, pal. Do you want to leave or not?"

I nodded slowly. My legs trembled as I walked closer to my death. It was only a few feet away, but it seemed to take forever just to get close to it. I was starting to change my mind, honestly.

The man sighed. "C'mon, you dumb machine, just do it already!" suddenly, he pushed me, causing me to fall through the door's opening.

Before I could do anything about it, I felt a strong electric force go through my entire body. I started twitching rapidly, I couldn't move at all. I started seeing strange colors, hallucinations of my old friends, I even seen Fredbear. I haven't even thought about him in years. I seen flashbacks of my glory days, the day I started working, the very first birthday party I attended at the old restaurant, the first time a child hugged me, all of my best memories. I didn't have many, since I had been locked away for most of my life, thanks to the man I killed.

The purple man. He's the one I killed years ago. In that moment I realized that he killed me right back. He hadn't stopped his evil ways, he learned nothing in death. I felt angry, but just for a second. My last second of life was taken over by rage, and it was all his fault.

In life, I was miserable. All I wanted was to leave my life, leave what I hated. I didn't pay attention to the good things, only the bad. If I had another chance, I would appreciate the little things, and definitely not go mad when I learned there was a way out. But there is no "Next Time", there is no second chance to me, so take my word of advice: don't end up like me. Enjoy what you have while you still have it. I promise you'll be much happier, unlike myself. You won't end up wanting to die over everything else.