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Bad Ending: Part 2

Chica was freaking out.

She had no idea what was going on. All of a sudden, all of the other animatronics had just woken up and left the house. For whatever reason, a lot of their metal were different colours. Bonnie was completely purple, Foxy was dark red, and Teddy was a vibrant orange. Everybody else's metal was slowly changing into different colours, and she guessed that those three had just started changing earlier. Holes suddenly appeared in their metal too, revealing the silver endoskeletons beneath. Balloon Boy and Freddy still had the same skin colour they had before, except BB's nose was now a darker pink and Freddy's metal was just a slightly lighter shade of brown than normal. They were all changing to look more like the original animatronics.

Chica glanced down at her own body in her flannel pyjamas. If everyone was changing, why weren't she and Goldie both bright yellow by now?

"Chica!" Goldie's voice yelled. She whirled arond to see him trying his best to keep Springtrap away from the now open doors. She seemed the most determined to reach William out of all of them. Goldie pointed, and Chica followed his gaze to Foxy, who was running remarkably fast at the others outside the doors. Chica panicked and picked up the first thing she saw, which happened to be Bonnie's guitar, and threw it at him with all her strength. It hit him in the back and he went down with a loud crash.

Chica looked up at the doors and saw William talking to the others. Maybe he was laying out a plan. Maybe he knew what he was doing and knew how to stop this.

Then four small ballerina-looking animatronics suddenly dashed into the restaurant on all fours, Zoe following behind. The other animatronics saw her and began running after her, but Mike ran in and body-checked two of them into the Prize Corner counter. They started going after him instead, but Charlie dashed in and tackled them. When they started going after her, Jeremy and Raina ran in and started pushing the robots away from them. Each of them tied their best to keep the animatronics away from each other.

William ran in, two odd-looking baby robots clinging to his legs and a dog running behind him. Zoe and the other little robots had already disappeared down the hallway, and William followed after them, gesturing for Chica and Goldie to follow. The two sane robots exchanged a glance, then shrugged and ran after him.

They sprinted down the hallway and saw William standing in the open doorway of the Parts and Service room. He waved them inside and shut the door. Zoe and Fritz were inside, both of them standing around the control panel and frantically hitting buttons in a seemingly random order. The ballerinas were sitting on top of the panel, randomly playing with the dials and switches as though that might help. Scott was there too, leaning against the panel and watching the other two at work.

Goldie took a deep breath. "Okay. What the fuck is going on?"

"Watch your language," Zoe said automatically.

"Fritz and I came in here as soon as we heard you guys come in," Scott said. "We've been trying to activate that emergency shut-down thing that Zoe and Fritz made, but for whatever reason, it's not working."

Fritz growled in frustration and shut his laptop. "Why isn't this working? I've entered the password at least fifty times!"

Zoe sighed and sat down in one of the chairs. "I'm trying mine. It's not working either."

"Well, we need to do something!" William exploded. "The others are eventually going to get overwhelmed, and the animatronics will come this way, and if they find me, they'll find you, and then we're all dead!" He sat down in the other chair and put his head in his hands.

"We'll figure out something," Chica insisted. "We'll get out of here." She had to admit, the odds did not seem to be in their favour. But she had to stay hopeful.

Suddenly, she heard a faint laugh from the corner of the room. She and Goldie both whirled around to see what it was. There was a human-looking thing standing there, leaning against the wall and observing them with an amused look on its face. It was slightly transparent, and Chica could see the checkered wallpaper pattern through its body. It had a toolbox in one hand and was wearing a purple security guard uniform. It saw her staring and laughed again. It turned away, and to her surprise, walked straight through the wall.

She glanced at Goldie. They were both confused and a little scared. What was that thing?

She turned back to the others and saw William gazing at the spot where the thing had disappeared, his eyes wide with fear. He had obviously seen the thing as well. So why hadn't the other three?

Zoe suddenly raised an arm and slammed her fist down on the control panel. "Fuck! Why isn't this working?"

Scott moved so he was standing behind the control panel with her and Fritz. "Don't worry, I'm sure we can figure this out." His dog barked and put his front paws on the control panel.

William stared at them for a moment. The animatronics would soon overpower the others, and then they would come for him. And if they found him, they would find Scott, Zoe, and Fritz. He looked behind him at Chica and Goldie. They looked back at him with determined expressions on their faces. Although the three of them had never been close, each of them knew what the other two were thinking. Within seconds, they had a plan. It wasn't a very good plan, and it might cost them their lives, but it was their only option.

Zoe sighed in frustration and typed her password into the control panel again. It beeped and the words "INCORRECT PASSWORD" appeared on the small screen. Why wasn't it working? She was one hundred percent sure that she had typed in the right password.

Goldie and Chica suddenly grabbed Zoe's and Fritz's hands and dragged them over to the door. Vincent knelt and began crawling around, as though he was looking for something.

Scott walked over to the doors with Zoe and Fritz, his dog following after him. "What's going on?"

"You're getting out of here is what's going on," Vincent answered from the floor. When he stood up, he had something in his hands. Zoe craned her neck to see it, but Chica and Goldie pushed her out the door before she saw what it was.

"William, what-" Scott started, but he was interrupted when Goldie grabbed his hand and yanked him through the doorway. The dog barked and ran out with him, tail wagging.

"What are you doing?" Fritz asked nervously as Chica and Goldie pulled him down the corridor.

"Less talking, more walking," Goldie quipped, and started pushing Fritz more urgently.

Zoe exchanged a glance with Fritz and Scott. They all shrugged and began running with the two animatronics. They got to the dining room and saw Mike, Charlie, Jeremy, and Raina struggling with keeping the other robots at bay. Raina had a bloody gash on her forehead, accompanied by multiple bruises. Jeremy had a black eye and the sleeve of his shirt was soaked with blood. Mike and Charlie seemed to be mostly okay, but they were obviously getting tired and couldn't hold out much longer.

"Guys!" Chica waved her arms to get their attention. "We're getting out of here!"

The four of them immediately stepped away from the robots. "Where's William?" Mike asked as they ran over to the others.

"He'll take care of it," Goldie replied, pushing Mike over to the doors. "Just go!" Upon hearing Goldie's voice, Foxy suddenly whipped around to look at him. The enraged expression on Foxy's face immediately softened. He started running towards Goldie, who just looked at him sadly and continued pushing the others to the exit.

They got to the doors and Zoe felt Chica push her out. She turned around, fully expecting to see Chica and Goldie come out with them and close the doors behind them. Instead, she watched as they slammed the doors while they were still in the restaurant and shoved Bonnie's guitar through the handles so it couldn't be opened from the outside.

"Hey!" Jeremy yelled. "What are you doing? Open up!"

Goldie and Chica just looked back at them sadly. Then they turned and ran back towards the hall.

Charlie smacked her palm against the glass. "Michael Brooks, you get back here right now and open up this door!" She sounded like she was about to start crying.

Mike grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from the door. "Leave them, Charlie. They're already gone."

Charlie stared through the glass, tears streaming down her face. There was nothing they could do.

Meanwhile, Vincent was having problems of his own.

He heard Chica and Goldie shut the doors and Charlie's anguished cries from outside the pizzeria. Hearing that broke his heart, but he was just doing what had to be done.

He finished splashing gasoline over the floor and desk of the security guard office and then moved down the hallway to the party rooms. Goldie and Chica had to be here to keep the other animatronics from going after Vincent while he did his job, and Vincent he had to keep them distracted long enough so Chica and Goldie could get out through the back door in his room. Then he would get out and send the place up in flames. If the emergency button wasn't working, then this was the only way to dispose of all the robots at once.

He glanced down the hall. He had known all of the children before they had died. Sure, Bonnie, Freddy, and Chica had all had a hand in Michael's death, and Foxy had been the ringleader of their little group and a horrible brother to Michael, but that didn't mean they had to die for it. BB had been the youngest when he died, only four years old, and he had been the only one who could talk to Mari, the shy aspiring actor who always hung around the back of the restaurant. Teddy, Tonnie, and Tia were always running around, jumping in the ball pit one minute and stuffing cake in their faces the next. And Springtrap...

Vincent's heart clenched. He'd doubted it at first, but when he had glimpsed one of her drawings over her shoulder one day at the pizzeria, he was certain.

He heard Chica yell from the dining room, and he picked up the pace. Those two wouldn't be able to keep the robots at bay for long.

He finished with the party rooms and ran down the hall, flammable liquid trailing behind him, muttering curses under his breath. He'd been lost in thought for too long, and now he was running out of time. He would have to make this quick.

He dashed into the dining room and began dousing everything in gasoline as he ran. The animatronics shrieked when they saw him, and many of them were able to break away from Chica and Goldie. The other three spirits inside him stirred, as though they were going to burst if they didn't get out soon. He couuld empathize with them. He wanted out just as much as they did, but not before he finished his job.

Vincent darted around the animatronics, making sure to splash some gasoline on them as he passed. The robots missed every time they tried to hit him, as they were so ungulfed with rage that they probably weren't seeing straight. Chica and Goldie were still struggling to hold back the few that they had a hold on, but there was one animatronic that wasn't even doing anything. She was just standing there, staring at him.

Vincent faltered. He'd seen Zoe's blueprints for the robots before they were made, and he knew that Springtrap wasn't supposed to have green eyes, she was supposed to have brown ones. Yet here she was, her gazing eyes a bright, almost glowing green. She slowly stepped away from Goldie, who tried to grab her arm and pull her back, but she shrugged his hand off effortlessly.

Vincent shook his head and ducked as soon as Tia's fist swung over him in the space that his head had been moments before. He had to focus on his task.

He had mostly covered the dining room and figured that would have to be enough. He sinaled to Chica and Goldie and they broke away from the animatronics and started back down the hallway. On the way down the corridor, he caught sight of the Bidybabs, the Minireenas, and Bonbon. He had left them in Parts and Service, but they must have sneaked out when they heard him running. He looked at them sadly. He hated to leave them here to burn. Sure, they had gotten a lot better since they'd been away from him, but he couldn't take any chances.

Then he heard a voice that stopped him in his tracks.

"Father?"

Chica and Goldie noticed him stop and looked behind them. "William!" Chica said, panicked. "Come on! We have to go!"

The voice came again. "Father? I know it's you."

He turned slowly. Springtrap was standing there at the entrance of the hallway, staring at him with those bright eyes. The other animatronics were standing behind her, standing absolutely still as though they were waiting for something. "Hello, Father," she said, her normal voiced replaced with a little girl's in a British accent. Oh, how he missed his own accent! He used to sound so elegant. Now he sounded American. Ugh.

Springtrap almost seemed to know what he was thinking, because then she giggled. "I know, right? I've never heard an American accent before now. They're very interesting, aren't they?"

He took a step back. "How did you do that?"

She smiled at him sadly. "I have a friend, Father. He did it. He told me what you were thinking." Her smile faltered. "He told me what you did. Why did you do that?"

He shook his head and stepped back again. "I didn't do anything. He did it. He's lying to you." As he said it, the words in his mouth felt fake, like he was the one who was lying. But he was telling the truth, wasn't he? He hadn't killed any of the kids! He'd cared about each and every one of them, even Michael's nasty older brother.

He felt Goldie's hand tugging on his wrist. "Come on, William, we don't have much time!"

"Father, don't listen to him." Springtrap took a step forwards. "Michael just doesn't want to die again. Only thinking of himself, as usual."

"That's not true!" Chica's voice yelled, but Vincent barely heard her. As Springtrap spoke, memories surfaced from the depths of his mind; tinkering with the animatronics for the sister location, warning his daughter to stay away from the sister location robots, glaring angrily at the kids in the restaurant while one hand rested on a knife on one of the tables. The three other spirits in his mind yelled at him, telling him that those memories were taken out of context, shown to him right now to make him panic. He though this odd, as those three ghosts had never liked him much and had always fought him for control over their body. But now they were trying to help him, and he believed them too; he just didn't know why Springtrap wanted him to think he was the murderer.

He glanced around. Something had to be manipulating his memories. Logically, it didn't make any sense, as no one could go into other people's minds and change their memories. Well, no one alive anyway.

Then he saw it. The ghost with the toolbox from the Parts and Service room flickered into existence next to Springtrap, whose eyes glowed brighter in it's presence. It smirked at Vincent and laughed silently before fading away again.

"It's him," Goldie whispered. He, Chica, and Vincent all exchanged a glance. The ghost was connected to Springtrap's soul. As long as its vessel, the animatronic, was still intact, there would be no getting rid of this thing. They still had to get out of the pizzeria so they could light the fire and burn the robots down.

Vincent quickly swung the half-empty gasoline can at Springtrap's head, and Chica and Goldie took off down the hall. The gasoline can hit Spring square in the face and she tumbled backwards, landing on her back. "OW!" she yelled, and he heard another voice layered underneath hers, a deep, gruff voice that sounded very angry. Vincent immediately dropped the can and dashed down the hallway. He heard the angry ghost's voice yell "GET THEM!" and Springtrap's voice managing to yell "Father, run!" before the ghost regained control over her. The footsteps of the animatronics echoed throughout the pizzeria, but none of them seemed to be getting any closer. All of them had probably tried to get into the hallway at once, and were now squished in the narrow corridor, trying to squeeze their way through.

Vincent reached Chica and Goldie at the door to his room. They were both desperately pushing on it, but the door wouldn't swing open. The Bidybabs and Minireenas were trying to help as well, and Bonbon was doing his best with the little grip he could get on it with no legs or feet to push off the floor with, but they didn't seem to be having any luck.

Chica heard Vincent and turned around. "It's locked!" she yelled in a panic.

Vincent glanced behind him. Springtrap was slowly stumbling down the corridor, clumsily crashing into the walls as she went, but it wouldn't take long for her to reach them. he heard a crash as the other animatronics spilled into the hallway.

Goldie looked at Vincent and held out his hand. "I need your keys!"

Vincent frantically dug in his pockets for his keys to unlock the door, but then he remembered that he didn't have them. He looked up at the other two. "They're not here," he said, all the hope in his body draining out with those three words.

Springtrap suddenly rounded the corner, crashing into the opposite wall. "WILLIAM!" she shrieked angrily, the ghost's voice echoing beneath her own. She started down the corridor, but she slipped on a puddle of gasoline and fell down again.

Vincent looked back at Chica and Goldie. "It's your life, William," Chica said. "You decide."

Vincent turned to face Springtrap and pulled out his cigarette lighter.