Lynda still could barely believe that after two years of searching for truth, she was finally here, at the underground facility. To realize that she was trudging through the halls of the place that became hellish and mythical in her eyes. There were so many small clues that pointed at its existence, and yet the only image of it was the one Lynda had in her own head. She thought of all sorts of hellish, inhumane atrocities happening here. Thought of people being torn apart and merged with the animatronics, the halls that were decorated with their skulls and other body parts. Alison was a madman who knew what kind of sadistic pleasure he wanted to get from this.

But now that she saw it, there was nothing demonic or grotesque about this place. It was simply grim, void of life and joy. She never visited a place that felt so empty and detached from the rest of the world. It was in a state of a constant, unrelenting cycle that was now finally broken. Henry might have tried to betray them, but Mike's presence evened the odds. All she had to do now was to find him and Gron; it was dangerous to roam this place without them.

So far, Lynda was lucky enough. Most guards focused on tracking down the rabid animatronics, which allowed her to sneak around undetected and hope that by following the guards, she would be able to find Gron. One time, she almost got caught by two guards, but she managed to lure them further into the hall and find cover. It was much easier to shoot her enemies from there. The recent years hardened Lynda; she felt no reservations about killing scum like anyone who worked down here.

Eventually, however, Lynda began to sense that she had been walking in circles. The halls of this place were all carbon copies of each other, and without knowing the schematics, finding a way was almost impossible. Was it one of the rooms she had already seen before or another one that looked identical? It was hard to wrap her head around this…

But this time, the chamber Lynda entered wasn't empty.

"Target acquired. Initiating the apprehension protocol."

A harsh, robotic voice rang behind her, making Lynda shiver and turn her head around. There was a tall torture device standing before her and scanning the woman with its glowing eyes. Its words left no room for doubt, and the hands that it slowly raised were about to claw into Lynda's flesh. She had no choice but to run for her life.

Lynda rushed out of the room and back into the hall without looking back. She could already hear heavy metal steps behind her. She traversed one hall after another, feeling her heart rate increase and breathing getting quicker by the second. She could outrun the machine, but there could be guards or more animatronics behind every wall; she didn't have much strength left…

Suddenly, she noticed someone else running through the halls, but contrary to her expectations, this wasn't an armed guard…It was a slim, panicking man who traversed the halls, occasionally stopping to take a breather beside the wall. He clutched his head, occasionally letting out agonized moans, and yet still continued to walk. Lynda paused, unable to look away from this peculiar sight. Eventually, he moved the hand away from his head, allowing Lynda to see his grotesque face. It made her forget any other pursuers almost immediately.

One of his eyes was missing, with a red bloody stain in its place, and fresh wounds permeated his face. Of course, she should've realized it sooner; Lynda just couldn't believe that she would encounter him alone in the hall, completely unguarded…This was her chance. She tried to shoot Alison from a distance but couldn't be as precise as she had hoped. They hit the wall and alerted Alison to her presence. The man looked up and recoiled in fear.

"No, no!" He screamed pathetically and rushed to the nearby hall. "Let me go! Get…Get away from me!" He was on the verge of hysteria, cowering in fear and desperately running.

"Stop, you fucking bastard!" Lynda ran after him, hoping that she still had ammo left. Alison zigzagged from one wall to another, leaving a trail of blood behind him, reeling in fear. Lynda shot again, this time piercing Alison's shoulder.

"AAARGH!" The man let out a pained scream. He couldn't resist the pain any longer and fell to the ground right in front of Lynda. The mighty Alison, the one who poisoned her family's life ever since Gron became an employee of Fazbear Inc.… Now lying at her feet, wounded and shaking, desperately clinging to the nearby wall. "S…Stop, please! If you…If you kill me…They'll kill him!" He spoke in a shaking voice, making Lynda pause for a while.

"What are you talking about?!"

"Lockjaw…I sent all of my forces to take him. He won't be able to defeat all of them; they said that they got him chained already!" He couldn't be speaking the truth. He must have been lying. Lynda despised herself for hesitating. Of course, someone like Alison would deceive. But if there was even the smallest chance he spoke the truth, this meant that Gron was in danger, that she could lose him again. This thought alone was unbearable. "And if you kill me…They will tear him apart right before your eyes."

Perhaps she should've disregarded it and ended it there and then. But as Lynda was consumed by her shock and uncertainty, she could feel her hands shivering in fear. The soldiers might disobey his orders if Alison dies, but they might not…They might truly be dedicated to the cause or simply be too afraid of Lockjaw. Every second Lynda hesitated, she felt her heart beat faster, and the world around her grow murkier and muddled, as if the sense of reality was leaving her. She must have…

No, no, it was all wrong. He was trying to manipulate her yet again like he did with everyone every single time.

"AAAARGH!" Lynda's piercing scream echoed through the room as a bullet flew through her hand. Her momentary doubt allowed Alison to reach out for the firearm in his pocket and shoot Lynda's hand, making her drop her own weapon. The woman screamed and clenched her own hand, trying to stop the blood clotting and to distract herself from the pain. The echoing metal steps re-emerged, this time getting louder and louder with every second.

"So bloody…Predictable." Alison coughed in an attempt to chuckle. "Scared of losing him, are you? The murderer…The monster…Ha-ha…"

Lynda reached out for the weapon, but it was too late. The torture device was right behind her back.

…

Never before did Lockjaw feel such primal rage and hatred towards Alison stirring inside him. Considering that he occupied Gron's thoughts over the last two years, it ended up being quite an achievement.

During the time of their infiltration, Alison was close to finally falling into Gron's hands and dying in pain. He deserved to join all his lackeys. Lockjaw and Mike were sent to hell already. It was long overdue. And yet, he and Mike missed yet another opportunity when raiding the room Alison's crew hid. They didn't leave a single survivor except for Alison himself, who managed to get away at the last moment.

Perhaps there were some positives to this elusiveness…Alison must have been mortified by now, barely able to resist his pain. Those were the last moments Lockjaw wanted for him. Agonizing, shameful, and full of dread. However, he was getting tired of this game and wanted to finally end it more than anything else. Not to mention that Lynda was still out there, running around the facility and trying to reunite with him and Mike. It was still very dangerous around the facility, and they had to keep together. Finding his wife was more important than ending Alison, even if only by a little.

Eventually, Lockjaw and Mike found a way to a very familiar room. It took some persistent door-breaking and dealing with more guards on the way, of course, but once they broke in, Gron recognized the place immediately. A large room with a metal container in the center, filled with corpses and broken animatronics, was a sign of a ravenous bloodbath that sparked the coming chaos.

"We are moving around in circles!" Lockjaw spoke with anger and annoyance. "And still no sign of Alison…He must be planning a counter-attack." After those words, Gron saw Mike pointing at another half-open door, one of those they hadn't yet entered, and that must have led to another section of the facility. "Yes, let's go there…"

But before Lockjaw could take a step, he heard a faint cough coming from the nearby wall. Animatronic turned around and saw a wounded man in a night guard's uniform crawling on the floor, moaning in pain and leaving a trace of blood behind him. His legs were frozen, his skin grew pale, and his eyes became reddened. The moment he realized Lockjaw noticed him, the man's hands shivered. Lockjaw was surprised Henry was still alive. He must have crawled away by the time that guard threw a grenade at them. The grimace of terror with which he looked at Lockjaw…It was utterly pathetic, though, unlike Alison, Gron didn't feel joyous or victorious.

"Are you happy now?" Lockjaw spoke crudely as he towered above Henry.

"I…" Henry coughed, trying to speak in a scared, shivering voice. "I wont apologize, I…I won't."

"You never had to forgive me. I certainly don't ask you to." Lockjaw shook his head. "But by trusting Alison, you haven't just betrayed me. You betrayed his every victim, betrayed all those who suffer down here."

"I only wanted…To save my son…"

"And you would've if you followed my orders." Lockjaw tried to hold back his rage, realizing how painful it must have been for Henry. "I would've told you, Henry. After Fazbear Inc was disgraced and Alison was no more, I always intended to tell you."

"And why…Would I trust you?"

"Hm…I suppose you have nothing but my word to go by. It's a shame it had to be this way. Now you're dying knowing that you've betrayed your own son. Is this what you wanted?"

"Go…To…Hell…Monster…" Henry spoke up, which caused him immense burning pain, making him shout, wasting whatever energy he still had left.

"Not before I finish here…" Lockjaw looked down. He wished there was another way this would end, but ultimately, he had no one to blame but himself. "I will get the punishment I deserve soon, Henry. As I always expected…I don't expect to find peace in death, but I hope you do."

"Please…" A tear fell down from Henry's eye as he looked up at the animatronic. "Free…Liam…"

"I will free them all. I promise." Lockjaw said as he raised his metal hand above Henry.

He made it quick.

"It's done…" Lockjaw turned away from the corpse in front of him and gazed at Mike. It was time to move further into the facility and finish their job.

But this wasn't fated to happen, as their destination found them earlier.

"Targets acquired!" A guard's loud voice pierced Lockjaw's mind, making him turn towards the door behind him. There was a squad of armed men appearing at each door at the same time, many of whom held electric weapons in their hands. "Here they are, boss, we have them cornered!" The soldier turned to the hall and spoke with utter confidence. Lockjaw felt the urge to fight, but he realized that the moment he moved, they would paralyze him again. Mike must have felt the same, judging by his standing in a single spot without moving. Just when they thought that the worst was over…How many goons did Alison really have here? "Do not move, animatronics, or we will shoot. Bring out the hostage!" The man commanded, making Gron feel the phantom shivers in his malformed, dead body. Another soldier emerged, forcing a woman with tied hands to move in front of him. Lynda didn't try and resist. She looked at the floor with eyes full of quiet shame as the guards surrounded her.

"Let. Her. Go," Lockjaw spoke in a crude, metal voice.

"Gron, don't fall for it!" Lynda raised her head, though another voice, one weaker and far more hoarse, interrupted her.

"Oh, please…Do." Gron saw a one-eyed man whose body and clothes were colored in dirty blood. Lockjaw felt the urge to run up to Alison and snap his neck as quickly as he could, but if he moved, he already knew what Alison would do.

"So now you have to hide behind her…Coward! This is between you and me!" Lockjaw let out a piercing screech.

"Do you…Really believe that?" Alison chuckled nervously while still shaking from his pain. He was so weak and frail, on the brink of death…And yet Lockjaw couldn't finish the job without sacrificing one woman he swore to protect. Fate couldn't stop playing cruel jokes with him at any opportunity. "It's between me…And the scum that tries to steal my life away! All those…Who thinks it's their decision to make…Arrogant degenerates, and you the worst of all!" Alison shouted. "But I will make you kneel before me…I will make you pay for this defiance right now!" He breathed heavily, desperately trying to hold himself together and failing. "Stay where you are, or my guards will kill her here and now! You don't want that to happen, Mr. Takaliken…Do you?"

"I…" Gron couldn't force himself to take another step. If he and Mike strike together, they could push through those soldiers and kill Alison, but it won't be enough to stop them. But they would never reach them in time to save Lynda, only if they complied.

"Stop stalling!" Alison continued. "Make your choice now; either you kneel and agree to become my subject, or she will not live past the night."

"Do you…Expect me to believe you? I've seen what you did to Henry." Lockjaw said with spite. "You are a snake…No, worse, you're a fucking demon who has no morals or principles."

"Please, Gron!" Lynda's voice echoed in his mind. "It doesn't matter if he kills me, just…Just kill him and end this! Do it for Charlie, please!" She became louder, but the guard that held her was quick to hit Lynda with his fist.

"Keep quiet!" He scoffed, allowing Alison to continue.

"So…You say you don't believe me?" The bleeding businessman chuckled. "Then try and kill me."

"You are toying with me…"

"No, I am simply trying to find an adequate…Solution. There is always a chance that I might not be lying…What then? Do you want to be the cause of your wife's…Untimely death? I doubt it."

As much as Lockjaw hated to admit it, Alison was right. Stepping forward would mean a certain death for Lynda while backing away gave her some chance to survive…

"I told you…" Gron looked at Lynda and spoke in a quiet, broken voice. "You should've stayed away."

"How could I?" The woman said with a saddened smile on her face. "Just please…Finish this."

He wished he could.

"I know your weakness…" Alison continued. "You and Mr. Afton alike knew it the moment you've signed that contract…You are loyal to family, you'd do everything for each other…Because allowing her to die means that all the people you've killed…All the mutilations you went through…They were all for nothing!"

Gron stood there in silence, enduring all of this agonizing humiliation until the moment he felt another soul raging beside him, the one that could no longer wait, the one that already stared at its prey. Mike was ready to strike.

"No!"

Lockjaw shouted and attempted to stop him, but it was too late. The torture device rushed forward. Gron attempted to grab his hand, but Mike resisted. He let out a few pained sounds and continued to wriggle in an attempt to break free.

"STOP, NOW!" Lockjaw plunged his other hand into Mike's metal carcass, trying to tear his limbs apart.

"What are you waiting for?!" Alison commanded. "Bring them down!"

One after the other, the shots were fired. Lockjaw felt the electrical currents piercing his limbs, swiftly wresting control from him. The animatronic let out a piercing scream, realizing that in a few more shots, he would be completely immobilized again. Mike broke free, piercing the nearby guard and attacking one of the torture devices that joined the armed forces, but he wasn't destined to stay fighting for long. Soon, the electrical might become overwhelming, causing him to fall on his back, not even shaking.

Even the soldier who held Lynda turned towards the unveiling battle, which gave the woman a chance to break free. She kicked the guard in the crotch, forcing him to recoil and fall to the ground. Before he could do anything, Lynda stepped on his hand with all the force she had left, forcing the screaming man to drop his weapon.

"No, NO!" Alison reached out for his firearm while trying to run, but Lynda shot her first bullet, hitting Alison's leg. He let out another pained scream and fell to his knees, unable to run anymore. "Please, please, I…"

Just one more second, and he would be dead.

"AAARGH!" Lynda reeled from pain as another bullet pierced her leg; one of the soldiers caught her attempt to kill Alison. The strike was so sudden that Lynda dropped her firearm and fell to her knees. "Fuck, fuck!" She reached out and tried to reach out for the firearm while resisting the pain, but this time, Alison finally grabbed his own gun. One shot in the head of a wounded woman ended it all.

"No…" Lockjaw spoke with emerging horror as he saw Lynda's body fall on the floor, her skull broken and head covered in blood. What remained of her face still maintained the grimace of pain and desperation that froze the moment Lynda got wounded. She was dead.

"Finally…" Alison spoke with a cough before letting out another pained scream. The pain must have finally kicked in. "AAARGH, MY LEG! IT HURTS, IT HURTS, FUCK!"

"Will get you to the bay, sir, just hold on…"

"No, you idiots, stop this madman first!"

Now, Lockjaw had nothing to lose. Alison couldn't run anymore; just one more wound to his body, and he would finally meet his end. And after them, all others would follow. There will be not a single survivor left on this facility, as a single thought filled Gron's mind as he watched Lynda descend on the floor like a flower torn from the ground falling to its inevitable doom.

Lockjaw ran forth, grabbing the two guards that blocked his way. The animatronic squashed their heads so quickly that neither even got a chance to scream. Another one tried to shoot, but Lockjaw clawed into his arm and tore it apart from his body, forcing the man to fall on the floor and convulse in agony before Lockjaw broke his neck. A few others ran, unable to force themselves to commit suicide by attacking him; Lockjaw could chase them later.

"STOP HIM!" Alison continued to scream as Lockjaw got closer. Just a bit more…

"AARGH!" The animatronic shouted in pain as another electric charge pierced his back. It was followed by yet another and one more. All guns were pointing at him. He got slower and slower but still continued to walk, shaking and desperately withstanding the electric poison that took away his control. "A…Alison…l…"

The two torture devices grabbed Lockjaw's hands again, forcing the golden animatronic to the ground. "Let…Me…Go!" He fought back and tried to break free, but with every passing second, Gron felt even more powerless.

The devices forced him to submit. Every time Lockjaw tried to stand up, he got pushed down by the animatronics that hit him. Arms, body, head…Gron might not have felt pain, but he felt their strength. It was getting harder to fight, almost impossible. Lockjaw's vision became murky and faint…Lockjaw saw half of his golden mask fall on the floor before him after yet another hit, as did his black fedora; his face was finally unveiled.

The next shot put an end to the legend of Lockjaw.