Freddy Fazbear's Pizza - Sunday, January 9th, 1994

At around 10 o'clock that night, an hour after the restaurant had closed to the public, the Fitzgeralds and Smiths, along with Mike, unlocked the doors and went inside the restaurant. They had concluded that the missing children vanished during business hours, when out of the sight of adults. As a result, changing both of those factors would increase the safety of the visit. None of the adults uttered a word of their concerns to keep a brave face for their children.

"It's so different now…" Taryn remarked.

"Well, the old location was already set to close before your daddy's… accident," Fritz explained carefully. "That's why they actually fired me for a short while. Fazbear Entertainment needed a fresh start, and a new set of animatronics. Kind of. Technically, they remodelled the older ones. Ya know, budgets. Long story short, they rehired me when they reopened and started usin' the old characters again."

"You were fired?" Mike was shocked; Fritz hadn't mentioned this before. "Well, I'm glad they kept the old animatronics, though. If they hadn't, uh…" He cut himself off as he realized he was about to reveal too much.

"They're quite advanced; even the older lineup is. They don't have those 'facial scanners', do they?" Adeline questioned.

"Nah, they don't. They're completely harmless, I promise ya. Mikey and I've been working with them for a while, they're not dangerous."

Despite this, she quietly said to her daughter, "Stay close to me and don't go near those things."

"Okay, Mom…" Taryn said flatly.

Tristan looked around the restaurant until he noticed the stage, seeing the band standing together, deactivated. He beamed and shouted, "Oh no way!" then bounded over.

Before Fritz could stop him from racing off, he was already well on his way there. He called after him and rushed to follow him, leaving Rosemary with Mike.

Once he had caught up to him, Tristan was already trying to climb up onto the stage. He pulled his son back down immediately.

"What gives?" Tristan pouted.

"I don't want ya rushin' up there like that."

"Why not?" he challenged.

"Just… Listen to me," Fritz instructed him.

"Dad, this place is only, like, the coolest place ever! You brought me here to have fun, so why can't I go play with the animatronics?" Tristan asked.

Fritz was about to rattle off something about them being dangerous as he had done for years, but stopped himself. In reality, they weren't a threat to anyone. Not anymore. What lead to them being haunted in the first place was the real concern, yet he didn't know what - more accurately who - was responsible for it.

"Dad?"

"Hm? Yeah?" Fritz replied, shaken from his thoughts.

"Can I go on stage? Please?" Tristan begged him. "I won't break them, I promise."

"I suppose. C'mere, I'll help ya up," Fritz replied.

"Awesome! Thanks!" Fritz lifted him up with ease and set him down on the stage.

"Don't touch anythin'," he commanded.

"I won't," he said. He walked around and stared up at the robotic performers in awe. He stopped in front of Bonnie and examined him from head to toe. "These are so cool! Why couldn't we come in the day, while they were on?"

Taking it as his cue, Bonnie powered on. "Heya, bud!" he greeted in an animated manner. Tristan screamed in surprise and swung his fist, punching Bonnie in the kneecap. He yelped and clutched his knee. "Dude, what's wrong with you?"

"I-It talks?! And it moves!" he shrieked.

Fritz rolled his eyes at the animatronic. "Way to be 'kid friendly' there."

"You knew it would do that?!" Tristan shrieked.

"Uh, obviously. He works here. And I'm not an it; my name's Bonnie." He groaned and added. "I didn't think a little squirt like you could punch like that."

"My dad taught me! He's a boxer, so he's really good at punching things!"

Bonnie peered over Tristan to glare at Fritz. "He taught you well," he grumbled. "That's quite the punch, for a kid."

"Uh huh!" Tristan enthused. "My dad's the best!"

Fritz chuckled and joined his son on the stage. He ruffled his hair and said, "Let's not brag about it."

"But you are the best!" Tristan protested.

"You're sweet," he told him. "I didn't think ya could feel pain like that, Bonnie."

"Kind of. That was more like a reflex and some natural instinct. I'd like to see you take a hit to the knee without reacting to it. Anyway, I'm surprised you brought your kid," Bonnie commented, rubbing at his knee one last time before standing. Tristan stared up at the massive robotic rabbit in amazement.

Fritz shrugged. "It was Mike's idea."

He smiled at him. "Ah, now it makes sense. Speak of the devil, there he is now."

"Uh… Hey guys," Mike said as he came to the edge of the stage, guiding Rosemary.

"And who's that?" Bonnie asked.

"This is my daughter, Rosemary," Fritz introduced. He hoisted her up onto the stage as well, where Tristan kindly led her to Bonnie.

He knelt in front of her and grinned. "Hey, I'm Bonnie. Bonnie the Bunny."

"Hi Bonnie…" she replied shyly.

"Aw, don't be scared. I'm soft, cuddly, and friendly. I promise," he assured her.

She nodded a little but still kept her distance. All she could make out was a large periwinkle blob. She could tell that it was clearly not human, yet moving and speaking as if it was.

Chica quietly powered on and joined them. "Hey!"

"Another? Cool! I'm Tristan."

"Nice to meet you!" she cheered. "We don't usually see kids after hours, so this is quite the treat. Oh, by the way I'm Chica."

Tristan smiled at her. "Cool. So… are you a duck or something?"

Chica took offense. "I'm a chicken."

"Oops…"

Taryn and her parents joined the others at the stage, her parents watching Fritz's children play with discomfort. Taryn, however, looked as if she wanted to join in.

"I can't believe you're letting them get so close to those things," Adeline stated.

Fritz turned to her and said, "They're not dangerous. Mangle was broken and malfunctioned. It was a horrible, horrible accident. These guys are fine. They won't do anythin'." He gestured to the animatronics as he spoke to emphasize his point. As he did, Tristan high-fived Bonnie.

Seeing this, Taryn looked up at her. "Mom, can I go on stage? Please?" she begged.

Adeline looked between the animatronics and Taryn a few times, deciding how to respond.

"Y-You… U-Um…" Jeremy began. He drifted off shortly after, appearing to be quite frustrated.

"Take your time," Adeline said softly.

Jeremy closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tightened his hands into fists. He remained silent.

"Jeremy, don't do this. I know you can speak."

He shook his head. She pulled him into a hug and told him, "You can." Jeremy still didn't respond. She sighed. "Why not? You speak quite a bit at home."

He opened his eyes and shifted his gaze between Fritz and Mike, then down to the floor.

"Are you embarrassed?" Adeline inquired. He hesitated, then nodded in response. "Honey, they're your friends. They won't make fun of you."

"Jer, I've only really known ya since the accident. I'm not goin' to judge ya for how ya speak." Fritz smiled playfully. "I'm not that good at it, either."

"Take as much time as you need! I mean, it'd be nice to hear you speak," Mike encouraged him. "It's kind of hard to get to know you if you don't talk to me. I'd like to, uh, you know, talk to you."

Adeline grinned at him. "See? This is a safe place. Speak as much as you'd like." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mike wander away without a word.

Jeremy shyly said, "Okay."

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Fritz affirmed.

"No, I, um… I guess n-not."

"What was it you wanted to say to Taryn earlier?" Adeline asked.

"T-Taryn… She can, uh…" He racked his brain for the answer, but was struggling to articulate himself. No one uttered a word, waiting for him to continue. After a bit, he said, "She can go… U-Up there, I-I mean."

"Thanks, Dad!" Taryn hugged him and excitedly leaped onto the stage to join Tristan and Rosemary.

Adeline stared at her husband in shock. "You surprise me. I'd think you wouldn't want her going anywhere near them."

"I-I know, but um…" Again, his audience was patient. "Not M-Mangle…"

Fritz hopped down and slapped Jeremy on the back while shooting him a smile. "There ya go. Doesn't it feel good?" He paused for a brief moment, jokingly adding, "No homo."

"Y-Yeah…" Clearly, Jeremy had missed the humour in his statement.

Adeline snorted a laugh. "As if you're one to talk," she teased.

He chuckled. "What? I thought you'd be happy to know I'm not tryin' to hit on your husband."

She grinned and replied, "I am. Not that I thought you were or anything. I just didn't expect you to say that, that's all."

"I can have a bit of fun sometimes, ya know." Almost out of the blue, his entire demeanor unexpectedly shifted from one of lighthearted banter to a dark, depressed one. "Hittin' on someone else's spouse is wrong."

Adeline gave him a sympathetic look. "Fritz, that wasn't your fault. You remained faithful to her, and we both know you'll also stay loyal to Mike." She looked around the room then asked, "Speaking of Mike, where'd he go? He was here a moment ago."

Fritz glanced around the room, seeing no sign of him. "Ya know, I have no idea." He checked the stage, noticing Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy playing tea party with the girls; no sign of Tristan. His expression brightened some as he saw them enjoying themselves. Fritz then departed to search for his son and his boyfriend. Wherever Mike had gone, he'd taken his son with him.

After searching for a good while, he found Mike in the security office, spinning around in the desk chair quickly. Tristan stood nearby, laughing and helping to spin it.

"What are ya doin'?!" Fritz shrieked.

Mike stopped the chair and stumbled out of it, nearly falling down as his head spun. Fritz caught him and helped him steady himself, holding his shoulders to keep him upright.

"Are ya alright?"

"I'm fine," Mike slurred. "Just a little dizzy, that's all." He wobbled, heavily relying on Fritz to keep him on his feet. His eyes were unfocused.

"Mike, how long were ya spinnin'?" he demanded with concern rather than anger.

"Uh… A minute?"

"That's a long time… Be careful. Ya need to set a good example for the boy." Fritz hugged Mike, waiting for the vertigo to pass. His warning came too late as he saw Tristan spinning himself around in the office chair, just as Mike had been moments before. Horrified, Fritz let go of Mike and hurriedly stopped the chair.

"Aw… But I was having fun!" Tristan whined as he came to a halt.

"Ya don't feel sick, do ya?"

"No. Why would I? Calm down, Dad, I'm fine."

He sighed in relief. "Thank God. The last thing we need to deal with is a sick kid." He gave Mike a warning glare.

Mike laughed nervously. "I'm sorry, I just thought it'd be fun. He said he was bored, so we came here."

"Tea parties are super girly and boring," Tristan added.

"I understand, but ya need to think ahead. I'd rather ya both keep your dinner inside of ya."

"Speaking of food, who wants some pizza?" Mike abruptly suggested to change the subject.

"Yeah!" Tristan bolted out of the room, heading straight to the Dining Area.

Fritz chuckled and muttered "Kids" under his breath, shaking his head. He left the security office with Mike and helped to serve the pizza.

Porfirio's Apartment - Monday, January 10th, 1994

Porfirio! Get up!

He groaned and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He looked down beside him, noticing that Haruka wasn't there. He was alone with them. Porfirio turned to the clock on his bedside table, seeing that it was only 3AM.

He flopped back down onto his pillow in annoyance. "Let me sleep."

Get up!

You need to get up!

"For what?" Porfirio growled.

You know they're plotting against you. They hate you. They want revenge!

They're still there, and you know it! They still want to kill you!

You're not safe.

Stop them.

Exhausted, he rolled out of bed and pulled on the closest outfit, which happened to be a pair of jeans and a forest green shirt.

What an ugly shirt. Don't wear that; it makes you look stupid.

"I don't care," he said through his teeth, holding an elastic between them while he neatened his hair. He pulled it into a low ponytail and deemed it good enough.

You know you have a better one.

"Like what?"

Like that purple dress shirt.

Not wanting to bother with trying to argue with them, he yanked his shirt off and trudged across the room to get the other one from his closet. He preferred purple anyway but didn't feel up to getting it out, let alone ironing it. Despite this, he grabbed a lavender dress shirt and put it on.

As he wandered into the kitchen to prepare his breakfast, he noticed Kowalski's food dish was empty. Once he'd put some bread in the toaster, he stooped over to refill the food dish, until his friends interrupted him.

Hurry up! They're coming for you!

Despite their panicky urging for him to carry on, he gave Kowalski a generous serving of food. The sound of the dish being filled drew her attention. The feline pranced over and began to munch on her kibble. Porfirio smiled at her warmly and rubbed behind her ears.

You don't have time! They're coming!

Feeling a chill run down his spine, he sprung to his feet, retrieved his toast, then raced out the door.

You didn't lock the door.

They're going to steal your things!

Not like it matters.

Porfirio stopped in the hallway, glancing between his front door and the elevator, unsure of which was more urgent.

Go!

He sighed and trudged to the elevator, eating the toast as he went. Although he hadn't locked the door, he had remembered to bring his car keys.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza - Monday, January 10th, 1994

Porfirio pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, well before business hours. He took a deep breath as he prepared for the task at hand.

The axe! Grab the axe!

That lousy knife won't help you.

And you let that Fritz guy take it from you, too.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. We told you not to trust him, but you ignored us, you fool! Now look where that's gotten you: defenseless, helpless.

Doing as he was told, he got out of the car and retrieved the axe from his trunk, complying without question. After seeing how ignoring them and questioning them had played out, he was not eager to try it again.

He was thankful no one had asked to see what was in his trunk. He had no reasonable explanation to offer, other than an odd feeling that he might need it one day. That day had come much sooner than he thought it would have.

Porfirio unlocked the door and crept inside, keeping his axe low by his side, ready to be used if the moment called for it.

End it.

He nodded in agreement and headed to Show Stage, where Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica were sitting together and chatting. He shuffled toward them and prepared to make his move.

"Maxwell?" Freddy asked from the stage. Porfirio froze and refused to look up at him. "That's your name, right?"

"Uh, I think that's what I heard them say it was," Chica confirmed.

He slowly brought his head up to look at them. His grip on the handle tightened as he prepared himself to act.

"Hey, haven't I seen you before?" Bonnie piped in. "I swear I've met you before…"

"That's because he's the day security guard, dummy," she teased.

Porfirio hefted himself onto the stage, setting the hand with the axe up first.

Freddy watched him carefully and asked, "What's that for?" while Bonnie stood and pulled Chica to her feet, wrapping his arms around her to protect her from any potential threat.

He began to hear a chorus of children's laughter, only to hear it twist into low, demonic cackling, mocking him. Over the laughter, voices he couldn't remember spoke, yet they felt familiar to him.

I hate you.

I'll never forgive you for killing me.

You monster.

Burn in hell.

Unable to handle the torment any longer, Porfirio left the axe on the stage and covered his ears, desperately trying to get them to leave him alone. But they refused. They dissolved back into unceasing laughter. Occasionally, a voice he recognized would return.

You're pathetic.

"No, I'm not," he retorted. He picked up his blade again and got ready to act.

Freddy got up, taking a step toward him. "Maxwell…? A-Are you alright?"

Porfirio didn't reply. He slashed wildly in front of him, tearing through Freddy's suit and slicing into his endoskeleton. Oil spurted forth and splattered onto his arm, flecking across his face and torso.

The animatronic shuddered and fell to his knees, helplessly staring up at Porfirio for a few seconds before his eyes flickered off. He slumped forward, lifeless. Chica gasped in horror as she witnessed the sight before her. Bonnie screamed out his friend's name, only to receive no answer.

Now for the others.

Oil dribbled off of the axe onto the stage, joining the pool that had formed under Freddy. Porfirio stepped over the fallen animatronic toward the other two nearby. He kept his eyes locked on the two of them, with a crazed gleam in them. Seeing that it was too late for both of them to escape the same fate, Bonnie shouted, "Chica, get out of here!"

He held his arm out to stop Porfirio, only to have it swiftly hacked off at the elbow. Bonnie recoiled and fell back, attempting to crawl backward with one arm. Chica fled as she was told to, wishing she could stay with Bonnie.

Bonnie grimly realized that his attempt to escape his fate was futile as Porfirio brought the axe down between his eyes, causing him to shut off immediately.

One more to go.

Porfirio charged after Chica, eager to eliminate his final foe. She continued to run as he pursued her, ruthlessly. The adrenaline coursing through his veins gave him the energy he needed to catch up to her, where he swung the axe into the chink in her costume, striking her in the neck. Chica's cries were cut short as oil blossomed from the gash.

Porfirio sighed in relief and dropped the axe, wiping some of the oil off of his face with the less soiled one of his sleeves. Only now did it cross his mind that Mr. Fazbear would be furious about the destruction of the animatronics. To him, it didn't matter; not when his safety was at risk.

You've stopped them for now.

"I'm safe… Finally…" He started coughing violently, silently cursing himself for smoking as frequently as he did. After the running, his body was finally objecting.

"Safe from what?" Porfirio heard behind him. He fumbled and reclaimed his axe and quickly pivoted. Behind him was Foxy, glaring daggers. He'd forgotten about the other animatronics at the restaurant.

He glanced over his shoulder and gasped. "C-Chica…? Maxwell, what did you do to her?! You…" He let out a sound of disgust. "You monster! You're just like him!"

It's one of their allies! Attack!

Porfirio did his best to regain control of his breathing, unable to take enough time to properly recover. He forced himself to act anyway, swinging his axe carelessly. One of his strikes tore through the animatronic, passing through the tear in his costume and straight through his core. He screamed then toppled forward, futilely attempting to get back up to retaliate. Porfirio took advantage of the opportunity to finish off his foe. He swung the blade down and severed the connection in his neck, causing the suit to go lifeless.

There's another. You remember him.

That bear.

Get rid of him.

"G-Give me a minute…" he choked out, continuing to cough. He took a seat in one of the Dining Area's chairs, spending several minutes trying to recover. Once his hacking had died down and his pulse had calmed some, he took his axe and sought out the final animatronic. On his way to leave, he noticed the fox on the floor nearby twitch. To keep his doubts at bay, Porfirio swung the axe down again, chopping the robot's head off.

He's done for good.

He wandered through the restaurant, approaching the security office. In the hall, his final target came toward him, as if leaving the room.

"Fritz?" the bear asked. "Is that you? Did you forget something?"

Porfirio stepped toward him and said, "No. It's me." He met his eyes, his own cold and merciless.

"Who… are you?" he questioned, stepping back as he saw the axe and black fluid splattered across the man before him. "So much oil…" The golden bear backed into the wall. "Where did it c-come from?"

He gripped the handle tighter, furrowing his brow in concentration and silently advancing. Porfirio had the animatronic cornered, helpless to fight back. He grunted as he hefted the blade into the air once more before swinging it down into the bear's chest several times before finishing it off with a slash to the side of the head.

You did it! Finally!

And you didn't ruin everything for once.

He exhaled all of the air from his lungs, letting the axe clatter to the floor. "I-I finally did it…"

You're safe… From them, at least.

Now to deal with the others.

But get some sleep first. They're still plotting; you have time.

Porfirio dragged himself down the hall, exhausted and more than ready to return to his bed. After all that had happened, he considered the option of calling in sick. That way, he figured there would at least be a chance of Mr. Fazbear not figuring out he was responsible for the destruction.

Just as he was approaching the front door to leave, he thought he heard someone say his name.

"What now?" he grumbled. "I thought you said I was safe." He sighed and shook his head, digging through his pocket to retrieve his keys to lock up and leave.

Again, the same voice repeated his name.

"Yes?" he snapped. "God, you guys are annoying sometimes… Let me get some sleep already."

Porfirio felt a light tap on his shoulder, yet when he glanced behind himself, he saw no one there. He turned around fully and called out, "Okay, where are you?"

Before him, a translucent figure of a teenage boy materialized a few feet away from him. The brown-haired teen watched him with terror in his eyes. "It really is you… Y-You came back," he stammered. "I can't believe it… How didn't I recognize you?"

Porfirio tensed, feeling his heart race in his chest. "I don't know what you're talking about… Who are you?"

He was joined by two other boys and a girl close to the same age as him. The youngest boy had dreadlocks that hung past his shoulders, parted on either side of his neck and dark brown eyes that seemed to have a wild and fiery gleam to them. Beside him was a petite girl, with silky blonde hair and green eyes. She held the hand of the boy beside her, appearing as if she were struggling to fight back tears.

"Y-You tricked me…" she said with a shaky voice.

He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close. He seemingly made a point of keeping his gaze locked on Porfirio, his eyes burning with rage. "You tricked all of us, you creep."

The older red-head was next to them. "How could you do that to her?" His hand tightened into a fist. "I remember you now… You're the one that killed us. You did this to us."

"And you came back for more, too..." a new voice continued. Another figure of a young man with blond hair joined them. He went to the red-head and the brunette and stood between them, keeping a hand on the latter's shoulder.

"You…" the brunette spat venomously. "You heartless monster!" he shrieked. "You killed us! You took everything my dad had left!"

"Freddy…" he tried to calm him, giving his shoulder a squeeze. Freddy ignored his brother's comfort.

Porfirio's eyes widened as he began to recognize the young people before him. "F-Freddy…?" He was struck with fear as he regarded the group, all casting their judgement upon him.

"This is all your fault!" Freddy screamed, nearly in tears. "Dad's going to lose everything because you had to come back and ruin it all!"

"I thought all of you were gone…" he said hoarsely.

"Well, you thought wrong, didn't you?" the youngest replied bitterly.

"I-I'm scared… It's like it's happening all over again…" she choked out.

"Chic, it's going to be okay…" he tried to comfort her. He let out a sad laugh and added, "Well, this is one way to jog your memory."

She looked up at him curiously. "B-Bailey…? You remember now?"

He smiled softly at her. "It's coming back to me. I guess being out of the suit is helping. I remember…"

Charlotte buried her face into his shoulder, her brief joy crumbling away as she was reminded of how his memory had returned.

"Don't think that means you've done us a favour," the red-head snarled. Porfirio recalled his name: Reynard. "I've been out of my suit before, and it isn't all that nice. I like having a body, thank you very much."

"My father trusted you; loved you, even, and this is how you repay him?" Gilead mourned. "He did so much for you, but then you did… this. Was it not enough; taking our lives? Did you really need to take more from us?" He sighed. "Porfirio, why…? Why did you destroy us?" he asked him with an odd calmness. "Why? A-After everything we've lost, couldn't you at least let us keep what little we still had?"

Porfirio was at a loss for words, feeling increasingly fearful as their screams had filled his mind and their young voices continued to condemn him for his actions. He tried to back up closer to the door, but Freddy ran through him, as if trying to tackle him, sending a chill down his spine.

"You're not leaving us! You're not running away like last time! My dad's going to know that it was you! I don't know how I forgot your face, but I remember now! H-He's going to make you pay for this!"

"N-No… No!" Porfirio stumbled back, tears filling his eyes as he realized what fate awaited him. If he was caught, he knew he'd be sent back to prison, and he'd never be released. He'd also lose Haruka and anyone else he could call a 'friend'.

"G-Get away from me!"

Before Freddy could attempt to stop him, he charged down the hall. The five spirits followed him.

"Porfirio, get back here!" Freddy screamed. Porfirio ignored him as he focused on escaping. He ducked into a room, hoping it would be an exit. He was wrong. Porfirio felt his anxiety increase as he found himself cornered in the Safe Room, with nowhere else to run. The spirits stood at the door, watching him and awaiting his next move.

Porfirio's breaths were short and shallow as he rapidly scanned the room for an exit; a back door, something. Gilead stepped into the room behind him, holding his hand out to him. "Calm down! We can sort this out!"

He backed into the wall behind him, not taking his terror-filled eyes off of the young man in front of him. He trembled in fear as he saw that he was trapped without any hope of escape. Porfirio quickly looked to the floor beside him and saw a damaged golden rabbit costume he recognized, giving him an idea and a shred of hope. Without delay, he threw the head of the costume on, then proceeded to begin stuffing the other pieces of the costume onto his body.

"Porfirio, stop!"

"That suit's too dangerous!" Reynard called out to him.

Their concerns fell on deaf ears. He continued to suit up, shaking as he closed the suit.

"Take it off!" Freddy cried.

Porfirio disregarded him and finished suiting up. "Y-You can't get me now!" He began to laugh nervously. "I'm safe, see?" As he said this, the twang of snapped metal rang through the room. The springlocks of the suit snapped shut, clamping down on his body.

He let out a bloodcurdling scream as metal beams impaled him, piercing him from head to toe. Porfirio crumbled to the floor with his back to the wall. He continued to cry out as the agony engulfed his body. The spirits rushed to his side, surrounding him, but without a look of malice. Instead, their faces were filled with concern.

"O-Oh God…" Bailey muttered.

"W-We'll get help!" she told him. "Y-You're going to be okay!"

Porfirio let his head slump forward, noticing the pool of blood rapidly growing around him. He weakly lifted his costumed hand with a pained cry, noticing the crimson fluid dripping from it. He laughed pitifully. "I-I guess I'm getting what I deserve… aren't I? A taste of my own... poison..." He let out a wet sounding cough, and more blood trickled out from under the damaged rabbit head. "I really... am a monster…"

Porfirio let his hand tumble back down to his side. He wept, both from his suffering and helplessness. "I-I don't want... to die…" he choked, wheezing as his lungs filled with fluid.

"You're not going to! You're not!" Freddy desperately assured him. "M-My dad's going to be here soon, a-and-"

He shook his head slightly. "I-I've watched you all die... I know when… death's near. I-I'm dying… I'm scared..."

Gilead tried to take hold of his hand, despite struggling to do so in his ghostly state. "Porfirio, listen to me. You're going to be okay. Think of it as the pain going away. You'll feel better soon."

Porfirio's breaths became increasingly shallow and ragged. "I-I hope you're right… T-Tell them... I'm sorry… T-Tell Haruka I love her..." He paused to cough up blood before adding, "I'm sorry… I-It wasn't my f-fault..." Soon after, Porfirio was motionless.

They got you.

We tried to help you.