October 14th, 2023

Frank Smith's POV

1:10 PM

We dropped Mike off at his apartment. As George and I drove around the town, I talked to him about everything that happened today.

"Today certainly has been crazy, George."

"Yep. Actually, this whole week has been crazy. We've survived an evil green mechanical bunny possessed by a serial killer that murdered children many years ago. I never thought this would've happened when I first read that newspaper ad for Fazbear's Fright."

"By the way, Benny, that clown that attacked Springtrap, has been put in the hospital. He's wanted to go after Springtrap ever since the start of the week."

George then looked like he just remembered something. He then asked:

"Frank, can we stop at the hospital real quick?"

George Smith's POV

We did just that. I went to Liz's room to see how she was doing. Her arm was severely hurt, but unlike Mike's arm, it's still able to be fixed.

Either way, I felt really bad for bringing her into all this. It was my fault she nearly lost her arm. Would she hate me?

When I entered the room, she was lying in bed awake. I walked over to her and put my hand on her shoulder. I told her:

"Look... I'm sorry I pulled you into this. It's my fault that you ended up here. I'm sorry..."

She just stared at me. She then asked:

"Did... Did we get Springtrap? Did we stop him?"

"Yeah... we got him alright. Mike blew him to smithereens!"

Liz then put her uninjured hand on mine.

"Good."

10:00 PM

Mike Schmidt's POV

My old friend Fritz has spent days upon days working on a new device which will allow contact with people in the afterlife without needing to have them possess something. He and I felt that it's about time for the technology to communicate with the dead to exist.

Thanks to George's older brother, we learned the identities of most of the kids. We decided to start with Jerry Glose, who was the kid murdered at FredBear's Family Diner in 1979. It took several hours, and several smoke alarms, but we eventually got through!

The machine itself was shaped like a lamp, in fact it was both that and a spiritual contactor. It ran on battery, much like an iPhone or iPad, but also had a charger which plugged into the wall. It had a satellite on top which made lots of beeps whenever contact with the afterlife was being made.

As I said, we eventually pulled through and could hear the boy. I spoke with him:

"Jerry Glose?"

"Huh..."

"Jerry? Can you hear me?"

"Huh..."

"Jerry?"

"Who... Who are you?"

"My name is Mike. I'm from the overworld. My friend and I have made a device that allows contact with you."

"Can... Can I talk to my dad?"

"Um... hang on a minute."

I had Fritz look online and see if his father, Manny Glose, was still alive. He was, at age 55. We then called him.

"Hello?"

"Are you Manny Glose?"

"Yes. Who is this?"

"My name is Mike Schmidt. I have some good news involving your son."

"What?"

Fritz and I placed the machine over by the phone. Manny then said:

"Hello?!"

Then, Jerry spoke to his father:

"D-Dad?"

THE END