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Good Ending: Part 3

*One week later*

The inferno had only lasted for five minutes before the fire department showed up. Charlie had called the police as soon as Goldie ran back into the restaurant, and minutes later, the fire started. Mike called the fire department after that, but the building had already burned down by the time they arrived. After they searched the building, they confirmed that no one had died in the fire.

But that didn't explain where Vincent had gone. Chica had run out of the restaurant after the fire started, the Bidybabs, Minireenas, and Bonbon following behind her. She ran over to the rest of them, and she seemed surprised when she realized that Vincent hadn't followed her out.

The next week was a blur. Mike, Fritz, and Jeremy had to find new jobs, and Raina and Zoe went back to their old routines of running their shops. Charlie's life didn't change much, as she didn't have a job at the pizzeria before. Scott decided to go into retirement and spent most of his time at home. Vincent's little animatronics had decided to live with Scott, and Chica had moved into Zoe's guest room.

Zoe couldn't sleep for most of that week. She knew the animatronics had only been metal things with A.I.s, but she couldn't help but feel how she did when Travis ran away with Jesse, like she lost a child. But this felt ten times worse. She hadn't even known Jesse for all that long before she was taken away, but the animatronics had had personality. She had cared about all of them, and now they were gone, burnt to a crisp, and there would be no funeral for them. Yeah, maybe it was silly, caring about robots like they were her kids, but she couldn't help it. But at least one of them had survived.

Vincent's funeral came around, and it passed by quietly. There were quite a few people there. There were a lot of adults and their children, but that didn't even come close to the amount of fangirls who showed up. A lot of the people there people didn't even seem sad. Word had got around about Vincent's body never being found, and many people were whispering to each other during the service.

"I think he's still alive," one girl muttered to her friend.

"I heard he set the fire because he wanted to kill his employees," her friend murmured back.

"Shut up," another girl whispered harshly. "If he's actually dead, do you really think his family would want people to remember him as a murderer?"

"What family?" the first girl quipped. "We've been here since the funeral started, and we haven't seen anyone who looks like him even a little bit. No one cares if we think he's a murderer."

Then the funeral was over, and Zoe, Raina, and Chica were in Zoe's truck. Raina was driving to Zoe's house when she turned down a different street. Zoe looked over at her. "Where are we going?"

"Mike and Charlie asked to meet us," she answered. She took her eyes off the road for a moment to look at Zoe. "I hope that's okay with you. You can always take the truck and pick me up later."

Zoe shook her head. "No, it's okay. I think we should see them."

They pulled up to a house and Raina stopped the truck on the curb. There were already three other vehicles parked along the street. She recognized Fritz's grey minivan, Jeremy's silver convertible, and Charlie's little blue car (and horrendous parking job). Mike's red truck was parked in the open garage. They hopped out of Zoe's truck and walked up the driveway to the house.

Mike opened the door, still in his suit from the funeral. "Hey guys," he greeted. "Glad you made it."

"Thanks for inviting us," Zoe replied. She looked around the room. Jeremy was sitting in the armchair, staring at the floor and looking lost in thought. Fritz was sitting cross-legged on the floor, a can of pop forgotten on the coffee table. Charlie was on the couch, her hands shoved in the pockets of her suit jacket, leaning back and staring through the window as though the answers to all her questions were hidden in the glass.

"Where's Scott?" Raina wondered, asking the question Zoe had been thinking.

Mike shrugged. "I invited him, but I don't think he's going to come." He gestured to the couch. "You guys can sit down if you want. Sorry I don't have much room."

"It's okay," Zoe said as she and Raina sat down on the couch next to Charlie. "So why'd you invite us over?"

"So we can talk," Charlie answered. "We can give you guys a full explanation."

Mike nodded and sat down on the floor in between Fritz and Jeremy. "We were going to get Scott to help explain, but I don't think he's going to show up. I don't think it would be a good idea for him to revisit all this right now anyway."

Chica sat down on the arm of the couch. "Go ahead then. I think we all want to know what happened last week."

Everyone stared at her as she smoothed out her black dress. Over the past week, her metal skin had become less and less shiny and looked a lot more like human skin. Her hair was smoother, almost like real hair. The screws in her joints had been popping out one by one, and now there were only a few left in the more metal-looking parts of her body. No one knew what was happening to her, but they were all confused, Chica more than anyone.

Charlie tore her eyes away from a Chica and took a shaky breath. "Okay. You guys might want to get comfortable. This is going to take a while."

"Wait." Jeremy spoke up before they could begin. "So you're going to explain why the animatronics went haywire and tried to attack us?"

"Well, that will be part of it," Mike said hesitantly. "This is probably going to answer some questions, but it might be confusing." He looked at Charlie. "Do you want to start?"

Charlie sighed and nodded. "Alright. I'll start with William and my dad." She swallowed nervously. "William Afton and my dad, Henry Brooks, used to own Fredbear's Family Diner together. William dealt with the animatronics and my dad handled the business part of the restaurant, like paying the employees and stuff. Eventually, Dad suggested that they expand the company by creating a rental company for the animatronics. Dad asked William to make some new animatronics. So William made the robots, and I don't really remember them much."

"William brought them to Fredbear's to showcase them," Mike continued. "But although Henry wasn't a mechanic, he had always been fascinated with mechanics and stuff like that, so he decided to tinker with the animatronics and see if he could get them to do the opposite of what they were supposed to do."

"What was that?" Raina asked skeptically.

"Kill people," Charlie answered bitterly. "He wanted to see if he could turn kid-friendly robots into killing machines, and he did it."

"But William saw Henry backstage with the animatronics and became suspicious," Mike explained. "He warned his daughter to stay away from the robots until he could get a look at them, but she-" He stopped and looked down at the floor. "She didn't listen," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

"Eventually, his daughter got away from him and went to play with Circus Baby, the ringleader of the animatronics," Charlie announced. "She was killed. Nobody knew how, and even we don't know, but her body was inside the animatronic after, all folded up and crushed and-" She broke off her sentence and shuddered. "Ugh. Sorry. I'm not describing it. It's too disgusting. Anyway, Dad blamed the death on William, who was taken in for questioning. He was declared innocent and quit working with Henry immediately. All the animatronics were taken and shut away. After that, Dad decided to just pack up and move away. Me and my brothers Michael and Daniel wanted to stay here, but Dad just seemed really eager to leave. Of course, I didn't know why at the time, but I did know that something was up."

"After Henry saw what he could with just one animatronic, he became obsessed with them," Mike continued. "He took the old robots and changed them so they would do horrible things in different situations. But he didn't want some random kid to just go up to them and die. He wanted to see if he could drive someone else to kill someone or themselves with the modified robots. He got an entire warehouse and built an entire environment under it. A restaurant, some small houses, and even an entire street with a sidewalk and everything. He'd gone absolutely mad with power, and started kidnapping people, kids mostly, to live in this underground place."

Charlie swallowed nervously. "I was always Dad's favourite, so I was safe from his experiments. Unfortunately, my brothers weren't. He put Michael on hallucinatory drugs and trapped him in dark rooms where he'd have to fend off imaginary monsters, and he kept talking to this Fredbear plush. Daniel and three others were all injected with some weird drug that made them act really aggressive. They constantly picked on Michael, and they eventually..." Her voice trailed off and she began to cry.

"They killed him," Mike finished quietly. "That was the Bite of '87. They put him in Fredbear's mouth, and the animatronic's jaw snapped shut on his head."

Zoe gaped at him in horror. What kind of man would do that to his own children?

"You guys can leave if you want," Charlie sniffled. "We understand if you don't want to hear anymore."

Zoe looked around, waiting for someone to stand up and leave, but no one did. Even Jeremy was still in his seat, although he was eyeing the door as though debating whether or not to make a break for it.

"Well, I guess we're all okay," Zoe observed. "Continue."

Mike took a deep breath. "Alright. So all of this happened over the course of a few years, and a few years after the Bite, I turned sixteen. I knew that there was something weird going on at this warehouse, so I decided to get a job there. Unfortunately, I had no idea that I had basically just signed up to be a part of Henry's weird experiments. The job was kind of difficult because I had to deal with the modified sister location animatronics, but everything was going pretty okay until my fifth night on the job. Henry had built some kind of machine that would dispose of the bodies in the animatronics he used to kill kids, and-" He paused. "Well, this is going to sound crazy, but a ghost lured me to the machine."

Jeremy raised an eyebrow. "A ghost?" he asked skeptically.

Mike sighed. "I know, it's weird, but Henry only used the machine four times, once for each of the animatronics. Sometimes, he killed a kid with one and didn't take the body out of the robot for years. But he didn't really realize that the kids- well, they weren't really alive exactly, but-" He stopped and turned to Charlie for help.

"The kids' souls kind of used the robots as their vessels," Charlie answered. "They were alive and Henry only modified them to kill children, but the kids started going after Mike, too. William's daughter pretended to help him, but instead she got him to the machine and it..." She trailed off and thogh for a moment.

"It kinda scooped out my skeleton," Mike finished.

Fritz shuddered in disgust. "Eww, that's gross."

"It's even more disgusting if you're the one experiencing it," Mike said.

"But how did you survive?" Raina wondered.

"She promised I wouldn't die," Mike stated. "And when a ghost promises something, it happens, no matter how impossible it usually is."

"But why did she do that?" Zoe asked. "Scoop out your skeleton, I mean."

"They wanted to get out of the warehouse," Charlie explained, "so they all got scooped, formed parts of their vessels into one big skeleton-like robot, and went inside Mike's body so they could leave."

"I felt really sick for the next few weeks, and I kept hearing the ghosts' voices all the time," Mike said. "I don't remember much of it; those few months were kind of a blur. Eventually, Dad asked what was wrong-"

"Wait," Raina interrupted. "Who's your dad?"

"Scott," Mike answered. "Anyway, he asked what was wrong, and I told him and William. William went to confront Henry about it, and Henry tried to kill him. The robot skeleton- I think its name was Ennard?- decided to leave my body so they could go save William. I don't even know what happened after that, because I didn't have a skeleton and I should have died, but the ghosts said I wouldn't, so I guess I just grew a new skeleton? Honestly, I have no idea. I just know that I'm not a boneless pile of mush and I'm still alive."

"So the sister location was shut down and so was Fredbear's," Charlie continued. "Years later, it was reopened as Freddy Fazbear's, and Jeremy got a job there. I didn't know what happened to my dad or my one remaining brother after that, but Dad showed up again in that restaurant. He disguised himself as an animatronic using an old springlock suit and killed a bunch of kids. He put them in the Toy animatronics, and since he couldn't put a body in the Marionette, he put it in the its box. Eventually, the Toys were carted off and dumped in the old warehouse, and the bodies were never found."

"The restaurant closed again, but it reopened years later," Mike said. "Nobody would take the job on the night shift, so I did. On the fourth night, Henry somehow got into the pizzeria and attacked Dad. William was in a spare room working on the Toy animatronics and was able to get to him in time. William fired me to keep me safe, and he decided to end Freddy's for good by destroying the animatronics."

"Destroying the vessels of the kids' souls was supposed to free them," Charlie explained, "but they were still tied to the restaurant because they wanted revenge on their killer. They saw William, remembered him from their past lives in the pizzeria, and since their memories were jumbled up, they thought he was the killer. It didn't really help that he had just destroyed their vessels, so they got a little confused and tried to attack him."

Mike nodded. "His daughter's soul in the metal skeleton took over and put their body in the old Spring Bonnie suit. She saw an opportunity to get out of William's body and she took it. Scott was packing up the restaurant at the time and he heard the springlocks snap in Parts and Service. He was able to get William out of the suit, but..." He hesitated. "Uh, William's body was too damaged to survive, but the metal skeleton wasn't, and that was where all the souls were anyway, so..." He shrugged. "William survived, but he had to find a new body if he wanted to- well, look normal... and alive."

"So he did," Charlie said with a disgusted grimace, "and he started going by the name Vincent Graves, because to the rest of the world, William Afton was dead. His daughter's soul had moved from Ennard to Springtrap. Eventually, Fazbear's Fright opened. We still have no idea who opened it, but I got the night shift there during college. Mike was there as an assistant manager/security guard. I was there for the same reason Mike was, to see who had opened the attraction and if there was anything that could be done to free the children."

"Everything was going fine until Charlie's last night," Mike said. "Then Henry showed up. We have no idea how he was able to find us, but he knocked me out and put me in one of the springlock suits. I still don't understand why he didn't just stab me or shoot me or something, because that would have been a lot easier, but I'm not complaining. If he had done that, I'd probably be dead. Anyway, he triggered the springlocks, and I almost died."

"Luckily, I was just heading down to the office to resign and pick up my pay cheque," Charlie continued. "I found him and got him out of the suit and to a hospital before he could die. The next day, the attraction burnt down. We don't know how, but we think it was my dad. He died in the fire, but he was able to remain as a ghost. He was a murderer, so he wouldn't be able to leave the places he was connected to until he made up for what he'd done or the kids he killed either got revenge or forgave him."

"And in return, the kids couldn't leave until Henry was gone, so they had to forgive him or get revenge," Mike explained. "They didn't want to forgive him, and they couldn't get revenge, so they were all stuck there."

Charlie sighed. "I moved away, but I heard of the pizzeria being rebuilt. I knew William had something to do with it, so I moved back here." She shrugged. "And that's the end of it."

Fritz furrowed his brow. "But why couldn't you tell us this before?"

"Because Henry was keeping tabs on me, Mike, Scott, and William," Charlie answered. "He didn't want anyone knowing what was really going on, because he liked messing with people." Charlie pursed her lips. "I know he's my dad, but I'm actually kind of glad he's gone."

Everyone was quiet for a moment. Then Raina spoke up. "I have a question," she said quietly.

"What is it?" Mike sat forward.

"Why did you tell us this?"

Mike and Charlie exchanged a glance. "Well," Mike began, "a lot of people thought that William was the killer. Even if we can never let anyone else know, at least we can tell you."

Everyone went quiet. They all looked at each other. They didn't quite know what to do with all of this mind-blowing information. Raina and Jeremy looked surprised, not having known any of this beforehand. Zoe and Fritz had already known some of it, but the part about Charlie's dad and the experiments were extremely unsettling. Mike and Charlie looked upset about having to relive all of it. And Chica-

"Well, that was interesting," Chica suddenly said, standing up and walking towards the door. "Thanks for inviting me. I'm going to head home now. Bye."

Zoe was taken aback. "Um, Chica, don't you want me to drive-"

"No," she interrupted, opening the door. "I'm fine. I can walk." She walked out, closing the door behind her.

Everything was silent for a few moments before Zoe sighed and stood up. "Thank you for inviting us over, you two," she said, looking at Mike and Charlie. "I'm really glad that you decided to share this with the rest of us."

Everyone in the room exchanged a glance, making a silent agreement. No matter what happened, no matter how many years passed, they wouldn't forget Freddy Fazbear's and what happened there.

xXx

Chica scanned the pages of the book in front of her. She knew the others would expect her to be at Zoe's house, but she just didn't want to go there becuse she knew that Zoe and Raina would go there. She didn't want to be around people at the moment. She needed time to think, so she went to the old house she had lived in with the other animatronics.

Hearing Mike and Charlie explain what had happened at Freddy's had just confirmed everything the coloured ghosts had told her and Goldie a while ago. She also remembered a lot of it; being kidnapped by Henry, doctors injecting weird drugs into her arm, seeing Michael's head shoved into Fredbear's mouth, and being killed in the restaurant. This troubled her, definitely, but there was something was troubling her more.

She looked down at her hands. They were still similar to the pale shade they had been before, but after spending time outside in the sun, they were starting to get slightly darker, as was the rest of her. When she tripped and hit her head a few days ago, she looked in a mirror to find a large purple bruise on her forehead. When she got angry or flustered, her face felt hot and turned pink. She had no idea how many different colours normal humans could turn into. But she didn't know why. Why was this happening to her? It shouldn't have been possible, yet here she was.

She sighed and shut her book, leaning back on the couch. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "What's happening to me?" she whispered to the empty house.

"You're turning into a human, obviously."

Chica screamed and tumbled off the couch. She had asked a question, but she hadn't expected an answer!

She grabbed the edge of the coffee table and pulled herself to her feet, looking around frantically for the source of the voice. The she saw it.

There was a small human-like sillhouette leaning against the wall near the door. It was a dark shade of grey, but as Chica watched, dark wisps of smoke drifted off of it, revealing an eight-year-old girl with short black hair. She had green eyes that shone behind glasses with thick black lenses. She was wearing a green t-shirt and blue jeans, which would have looked nice if not for her bright yellow rubber boots and the dozens of slap bracelets on her arms.

Chica smiled in relief. "Hi Grey. Nice outfit."

Mari laughed. "Well, I'm kind of stuck with it. It's what I died in. I think Raina would approve."

"No kidding," Chica snorted, sitting back down on the couch. "How's the afterlife?"

Mari shrugged. "We're all okay. Teddy, Foxy, and Bonnie are pulling pranks on every ghost they meet. Not very different than they were in life. Tia misses you, by the way. There's no need for food, so she can't really cook much. Mangle and Tonnie seem fine. There's not really anywhere to play hide-and-seek, so they've resorted to tag. Freddy's been complaining about almost everything, so no change there. BB's alright, too. Kinda sad that he can't play with yo-yo anymore."

"What about Goldie and Spring?" Chica asked.

Mari shrugged. "Michael's okay. He made up with Daniel- er, Foxy. Springtrap's really upset. She wanted to see her dad one last time without being possessed and trying to kill him. As for me, I'm pretty okay with the whole 'death' thing. I've been through worse."

Chica nodded. "Yeah." She thought for a moment. "How are you here? Why aren't the others here?"

Mari shrugged. "Dunno. It's always been pretty easy for me to cross the barriers between life and death. I'm not sure why I can do anything that I do. I'm the one who tied your guys' souls to the robots when you died. Of course, I don't know why I just automatically got tied to the Marionette in the first place. Maybe I'm just special," she laughed.

Chica smiled. "Yeah, you are pretty unique."

Mari sighed. "Well, I should go soon. The others will be wondering where I am. I'd suggest you head back, too. Zoe and Raina are going to get worried."

Chica nodded. "Probably."

Mari turned and started walking away. "Well, bye Chica. Maybe I'll see you again sometime."

Chica stood up. "Wait."

Mari stopped and turned back around. "What?"

"What did you mean, I'm turning into a human?" Chica asked.

"Exactly what it sounds like," Mari answered. "You're turning into a human."

"Yeah, but how?"

Mari shrugged. "It's nothing, just a little parting gift."

Chica blinked. "You're doing this?"

Mari nodded. "Yeah. I figured that even if the rest of us couldn't live out the rest of our lives, you might as well. You deserve a second chance." She looked at the door. "Anyway, I should go. I'll tell the others how you're doing, and who knows?" She looked back at Chica and smiled. "Maybe I'll come see you again sometime." She turned and walked through the door.

xXx

It was getting late. Chica had decided to go for a short walk after going back to Zoe's house and changing out of her black dress. She wasn't sure how to feel about walking. Ever since she had started turning more human, it was a lot different than it was when she was a robot. Her legs got tired after a while and her chest started burning. She'd have to get used to it.

It was starting to get cold. She looked up at the sky and saw that the sun was slowly sinking to the horizon. She rubbed her arms. She should have worn a coat. At least her new skin didn't get as cold as her metal used to.

She was about to turn down the street that lead back to Zoe's house when she spotted someone familiar sitting outside at a cafe across the street. She jogged across the crosswalk and stopped in front of him. "Hey Scott."

Scott sipped at his coffee. "Hi Chica. How have you been?"

Chica shrugged. "Pretty good." She was about to say more, but Scott's dog Sparky butted her with his nose. She smiled. "Hey Sparky," she said, reaching down to pet the dog. She was very soft. That was one upside to being human; she could actually feel things other than pain.

She straightened and cleared her throat. "Anyway, Mike and Charlie had a talk with the rest of us. Mike said he invited you, but you didn't show up."

Scott shrugged. "I needed a break."

Chica nodded. "I understand." She gulped, hesitant to ask her next question. "Scott?"

Scott looked up at her, the look on his face telling her that he already knew what she was going to ask. "Yeah?"

"Do you really think he's still alive?"

He didn't answer for a moment. He picked up his coffee and took a long gulp. He se it down and stared at the table, and Chica was started to fear that she'd offended him when he finally sighed and leaned back in his chair. His answer was so quiet that she barely heard him. "Yes."

Chica nodded. She was silent, then she asked, "Are you going to be okay?"

Scott didn't move. He just stared up at the sky, and Chica wasn't even sure if he was breathing. At last, he slowly nodded. "Yes."

"Okay." Chica wrapped her arms around herself. It was starting to get really cold, but she didn't want to leave just yet. She wanted to say something, maybe apologize for what happened, apologize for what she did in her life, apologize for something. She opened her mouth, but the words just wouldn't come out.

Scott looked at her and smiled sadly as though he already knew what she was gong to say. She returned the smile. "Are you sure you'll be alright?"

He shrugged. "Yeah. I'll be fine. You should probably get home. It's getting cold out."

"Okay." She turned and started walking down the street. "See you," she called over her shoulder.

"Bye," he said back.

She was just about to turn onto Zoe's street and stopped. She glanced back at Scott. Sparky was running in circles around his feet, seemingly unaware of her owner's troubles. Scott was staring off into the distance, his face hopeful but a little sad, as though waiting for someone who might never come home.

xXx

As soon as Scott and Sparky walked in the door, the Minireenas scrambled out from behind the couch and latched onto the dog. Sparky barked and playfully snapped at the robots. They crawled all over her, trying to avoid her gnashing teeth. The Bidybabs looked up briefly from their spot on the couch where they were playing Monopoly. One of them had stacks of fake money sitting in front of her and the other looked as though she wanted to smash the board with her tiny fists. Bonbon poked his head out from under the couch and waved a tiny paw in greeting.

Scott sat down on the armchair and watched the animatronics play. They had been so much more peaceful after the restaurant burned down. He had never really liked them much the first time he saw them, when William showcased them at Fredbear's. He'd thought they'd looked too creepy to be in a children's restaurant. They still looked creepy now, even more so with the rips in their outer metal and with their endoskeletons exposed, but they were a lot nicer now. They didn't seem to express any interest in killing him yet, so that was good.

He sighed. Even after that short walk, everything hurt. He was starting to get old. He was sixty-eight now. He probably only had about fifteen, maybe twenty years left? Possibly even thirty if he was lucky. He was just hoping William would come back before then. He wasn't happy about it, but he understood why William suddenly left. His brother needed a break. Maybe he'd go on vacation somewhere. Scott snickered. It would be pretty hard to get through airport security with that metal skeleton of his.

Or maybe William wouldn't even come back. They had spent almost an entire lifetime together after all, as brothers and co-workers. Maybe William didn't want to see him anymore. Maybe he wanted to go out and meet new people. Scott's spirits sank as he thought this. He would hate to never see his brother again, but if that's what William wanted, he'd have to deal with it.

Scott leaned forward to grab the TV remote off the coffee table. As he did, he heard a faint knock at the door. He furrowed his brow in confusion. It was almost nine o'clock. Who would come by at this hour?

He walked over and opened the door. Standing on his porch was a young man with light brown skin, purple hair, and striking blue eyes. His mouth stretched into a grin as soon as the door opened.

"Hi Scott."

GOOD ENDING