A/N: This epilogue is very short, compared with the rest of the story. But still important. Just think of it as a post credits scene.

Now, before we actually get to it, I want to give special shout-outs to some very awesome people

XXPay4XtraShippingsXX for the awesome cover image you drew for me (not to mention the icon for my Tumblr blog based on my FNAF verse ;)

That one random guest for giving me the idea to have Phone Guy possessing Golden Freddy

Elhini Prime for being so supportive of me, and sticking around to read this story for so long (if you guys haven't read her 'Soul' series yet, GO READ IT, IT'S AWESOME)

Tumblr user the-oc-squad for giving me the idea for how to free the kids' souls via our rps-I don't know if you even have a account to read this, but all the same, they really helped (plus, the rps were fun to do :)

LucarioMaster41 for spreading my story to Wattpad, and asking my permission beforehand, and on that note...

That 'Inactive' Action for thinking that PLS is awesome enough to turn into a comic on DA, and offering to post links to my story when you do it. I just CAN'T get over that-send me a note when you start posting it, okay?! I consider it an honor of the highest caliber to see a comic based on my fanfic! :D

And EVERYONE, new and old, who's read, reviewed, faved, and followed my story. All of you guys are awesome, and I'm so happy that something I did got this much attention :) Now all I need is for someone to make a TV Tropes page for Poor Little Souls, and I'll be golden. Yeah...I'm a needy little attention whore...^^

Well, enough of that now-here's the final part!

Disclaimer: I don't own Five Nights at Freddy's. However, I have recently acquired an FNAF shirt, so I'm relatively happy.

"Fazbear's Frights?" The day guard looked at his boss, an eyebrow raised in surprise and skepticism.

"Yes." Jasmine Nott, a thirty-five-year-old woman with brown hair pulled back in a bun, sharp gray eyes, and a prim business suit looked at the man. After Mr. Fazbirch had decided to retire, he put the pizzeria up for sale, and Jasmine had bought it off of him.

"Let's face it; the animatronics were always pretty creepy. I think this place would have real potential if we rebuilt it as a horror attraction."

"Well, you've got a point." The worker admitted, nodding his head in agreement. "So…what? We're going to rebuild the original animatronics or something, make them scarier?"

"Let's go to my office to talk more." The two of them walked outside, paying no attention to the animatronic figure that was sitting in the closet behind them.

The form of Spring Bonnie sat slumped against the wall, the corpse of one Jeremy Fitzgerald rotting away inside of him. Those police officers were TERRIBLE at their jobs. If they'd investigated a little more, taken a closer look at the animatronic bunny, they might've seen the blood coming from it.

Mike Schmidt would've been in jail.

Instead, he was as free as a bird and out living his life while Jeremy had lost EVERYTHING. His son, his life, and now, little by little-his sanity. Why?! Why had he had to be the one to suffer?!

Okay yes, so he'd killed five children to prove a point and that was wrong...but they were the same, he and Schmidt. Both had been night guards at Freddy Fazbear's, both had witnessed a loved one get hurt by one of the Fazbear's animatronics. The difference was that Jeremy had been better prepared. He'd played his pieces expertly like any good chess master, letting everything fall into place so things could work in his favor. Schmidt was just some kid who got lucky.

He should've been the one to die. He should be the one rotting in this hell. Instead, Jeremy had died because of him…and the brats.

But it wasn't over yet. Not by a long shot. He'd come back-like he did every night to try and save the kids. Even after the Bite of '87. Even after he'd gotten attacked by one of the kids. He knew it.

He always comes back.

Unseen by anybody, the sickly-looking yellow rabbit animatronic bolted up, its eyes glowing a greenish-yellow.

A/N: I'm going to go ahead and confirm what you're all no doubt thinking now-yes, there IS going to be a sequel to this story, based on the events of FNAF 3 :) However, I won't actually start working on it for a little while-I want to work on at least one other story first, plus I need to put together ideas and everything. I can tell you one thing though-the sequel is going to be MUCH more violent and bloody than Poor Little Souls. You thought Jeremy was bad before?! Just you guys wait-Springtrap is going to be a sadistic, gleefully tortorous monster with a lust for blood. At least one character is going to die horribly. You have been warned.

Well, until next time! All of you keep on being awesome, and I'll see you in the sequel, whenever that may come out! Buh-bye! ;D