Foxy sighed, holding onto Adam tightly as he watched Jason approach the empty building. They had gotten everyone outside, including the animatronics bodies, and were all waiting silently. Jason flicked on the lighter and drew in a breath. He'd poured gasoline around the perimeter not long before and was ready to set the place up in flames.

"Back up more, everyone!" he called.

Everyone silently obeyed, Freddy and Bonnie dragging the suit that contained Molly with them. Jason threw the lighter down at the gasoline and hopped back as the flames erupted quickly. No one spoke or dared to call the fire department as they watched the building being consumed.

"If the legends are true, burning the place with Vincent in it will kill his spirit at last," Jason said quietly to himself, trying to reassure his racing mind that he was doing the right thing.

Adam whimpered and Foxy gently shushed him, rocking his young son. The building continued to burn late into the night, many guests heading home. Soon it was just Foxy, Bonnie, Chica, Freddy, Jason, Adam, and Andrew.

"Foxy, let me take Adam home. He shouldn't be out so late. He probably needs to be fed, too," Andrew said finally.

Foxy handed over Adam who was barely awake but didn't speak, eyes never leaving the slowly dying flames. Jason sat down on the hood of his car, starting to shiver. None of them wanted to leave until the building was completely gone, nothing left but ashes.

"So what will happen with Molly?" Bonnie asked.

"Well, if this works, she'll take over the suit like the rest of you and then I can make her a human again. Like with the rest of you,"Jason answered, "I just hope it works…"

"Me too," Bonnie said, "We'll all miss her if this doesn't… Especially Foxy and Adam…"

"She's the best night guard we've ever had. And the best owner," Chica said.

Freddy nodded, sitting beside Jason. His brown hair was hidden beneath a tophat, similar to the one his animatronic self wore. Jason sighed, watching the flames as they continued to die down. Chica sat on the other side of Jason, gently putting an arm around his shoulders. They all could see Foxy was starting to break down emotionally again, his shoulders shaking and quiet sobs escaping his lips. His tough guy act was just that, an act. He was a softie inside who cared about his friends deeply, especialy his new wife. He had vowed to himself and in front of everyone at the wedding that he would always protect her and not even twelve hours later she had died.

"Looks like the fire is just about done…" Jason said a while later.

There was still smoke rising from the remains of the building but no more flames were to be seen. Jason approached as the sun began to rise in the distance, shedding a soft light on the scene.

"Careful. It might be hot still," Bonnie warned.

Jason nodded, stepping carefully around what remained of the building, looking for any sign of Vincent. He found burnt pieces of yellow-green fur and knew he had found what remained of the Springtrap suit.

"We did it…" he whispered, turning tl face his friends, "He's gone!"

Everyone except Foxy cheered.

"But what about Molly?" he asked, "She hasn't tried to take over the suit…"

"Maybe it takes time…" Jason replied slowly.

"It didn't take us long though," Foxy protested.

"We had help though… The marionette guided us…" Chica said, "Molly doesn't have the help we did."

"Marionette?" questioned Jason, "Who or what is that?"

"Marionette is the one who helped us take over the animatronics. First one killed by Vincent," Freddy answered.

"Can she still take over the suit?" Jason asked.

"Possibly. We just have to wait and see…" Freddy said.

"Foxy?" Jason called, startling the man.

"What?" Foxy mumbled, his voice thick with misery.

"Why don't you get some rest?" Jason asked.

"I'm not leaving," Foxy said.

"You can lay down in the back of the truck," Jason said, "Come on. You need some rest. If anything happens we'll be sure to wake you up."

Foxy shook his head, refusing to listen. He was determined to stay awake, watching for any sign Vincent was still alive or that Molly was okay.

"It may take a while, Foxy…" Freddy said quietly, resting his hand on Foxy's shoulder.

"I don't care," Foxy protested, "I-"

He was cut off by a metallic creaking and thumping behind him, and he turned, holding his breath.