The slap of sneakers on soaked ground announced the return of Mike's companion. The nightguard stopped staring through the shattered door, to watch the murky form of the teen tromping through the still heavy rain. No doubt the roads were sufficiently flooded by now.

"Sorry, sorry, it took me so long." Mitch panted. He coughed before continuing, the cold and rain hindering him, "It was harder to find a good enough rock in all this rain. Can barely see. Everything's flooded."

Mike looked at the rock he'd lugged all the way over the, confirmed, flooded road. He knew it was difficult to see. He'd had a hard enough time himself, even now the size of the thing, being barely a foot away, wasn't as clear as it should be. Regardless, Mike could make out that the thing was roughly football sized.

"Doesn't matter." Mike partially lied. He'd been anxiously waiting on the verge of looking for him, but that didn't matter now. They had to get back inside, "Toss it and let's get back in."

With a heft and lob of the rock, the bottom of the door shattered. Thunder above announced the success. Mitch looked at the opening, pensively, the shards that remained stuck to the frame looked like hungry teeth of a predator. They knew things had gone bad in their time stuck outside. His gut twisted itself, warning him, forebodingly, that things more than likely hadn't improved. If anything, it'd likely gotten even worse. Move, he told himself, but the cold rain had left him frozen, limbs bogged down by water and apprehension.

"Come on." Mike uttered, finally, using the side of his good hand to knock away the hanging shards before kicking in the bottom ones. He looked at the kid, fear written on his face. Logically, he could tell him to stay put, but he needed help. He gestured to the gas cans, "Help me bring these in. Then go check on your friend, stay up front. Alright."

"Yeah." Mitch nodded. The tasks sounded relatively safe. Then he halted, alarmed, "Wait. What happened to Jayden?"

"Don't worry. He's fine, just out cold." Inwardly, Mike added that it could've been worse, but held his tongue. "Just help me out."

One at a time, Mike and Mitch ducked their way through the shattered front door. Then Mitch pulled the gas canisters out from the rain. Thankfully, they'd left them near the door, so he didn't get soaked much more than he already was. He couldn't bear being rained on further. They were both left shivering and coughing from the cold. The chilly interior of Freddy's wasn't much better. Even with the lights on, the building didn't feel warmer.

"Think we could bare turning the heat up before we torch the place?" Mitch questioned between the coughs. He was half joking half serious, he knew it was pointless to try and lighten the mood. It just couldn't be helped. Mitch felt the need to distract himself with humor. He grabbed and strained some water from his shirt, getting a drain that was worryingly close to a faucet stream.

"No time." Mike responded as he headed to the security room.

Mitch didn't bother to argue, Mike clearly hadn't heard the faint humor in his tone. He followed on the man's heels. Worry for his friend took the forefront over his concern for catching a cold. In the security room they saw Leroy standing by a dazed Jayden, who was once more conscious.

"Jayden!" Mitch hurried over to his friend's side. "You okay man? What happened?"

Jayden attempted a reassuring smile, "I'm okay dude. The puppet jumped me. Guess one of its friends broke it out."

Mike turned his attention to Leroy, a bit of his worry was put to bed. "Anything from the others?"

Leroy shook his head, "No..." It took him a moment to gather his words through his concern, "I, I think I heard a door shut in the back just before you two got back in. I was going to check it out," He looked towards the back hall, hands wringing themselves, "Figured it'd be better to go with back up."

Mike nodded. Inwardly he wished the man had just- gone, but knew he was smarter to go with another, considering what and who they were up against. He pushed some of his concern down then looked back to the teens. Mind already putting together a new plan of action, "We're going to go check on the others. You two," He paused, then asked, "Jayden, you okay enough to get up?"

Jayden pulled himself up to his feet, holding onto the table for support, "Yeah, throat hurts but that's all. Think I just need to get myself going again."

When Mike didn't look certain, Mitch added, "I'll be with him. If anything happens."

"Hey, I'm fine." Jayden insisted, "No worries."

"Alright." Mike agreed, more so to reassure himself. He continued what he was going to say prior, "You two. Get the gas canisters and start drenching the place. Do it along the walls, we don't need the floor any slipperier than it already is. Work on the front for now. Stay up front. Got it? And be ready to get out at a moment's notice."

The two teens nodded firmly. Mitch gave a thumbs up, "Got it Mike."

"Let's get to it then." Jayden remarked. He and Mitch were about to leave the room when a huge boom of thunder shook the building. A moment after the lights flickered, then all died. Silence filled the room while the storm raged on outside. Eventually, Jayden spoke up, voicing all of their resignation, "Power outage. Of course."

With nothing to be done about it, the teens left. Mike looked at Leroy in the dark and they followed suit. The teens, sticking together, started by prepping kid's cove while the two adults headed towards the back again. By the time they were in the main party room, they caught the sound of banging. Now fully on alert, the two ran for the back hall, homing in on it coming from the parts and services. The voice of Isaac yelling at the top of his lungs easily sticking out. The man sounded both pissed and frightfully upset.

"Isaac! What happened?" Mike yelled through the metal door.

"We stopped Puppet from offing the bastard- but now the door's locked somehow and now it's pitch black!"

"Power's out because of the storm." Mike explained. He tried the door handled but it didn't budge. Confused he questioned aloud, "How'd the door get locked?"

"How should I know?" Isaac questioned irately, "It just is!"

Mike rolled his eyes at the man's agitation, he himself not in the mood for it. Then he realized, "Wait. Puppets in there with you? Is everyone alright? What happened to it?"

"He's fine." Isaac correctly firmly, "I got Jason to calm down."

Stunned by this, Mike sputtered, "Oh. Sorry." He regathered himself, "That's good. Could he get the others to settle down?"

"If we get out, probably." Isaac pointed out with laced annoyance.

"Right. Right." Mike responded, trying to get his mind to hurriedly process this huge boon presented to him.

While Mike and Isaac were talking, Leroy looked around the hall. He couldn't shake the feeling of another presence. He knew it was likely just because of the ghostly presences in the building, the ever-present danger they presented was hard to shake off. Even so, he looked around, hoping that he could possibly spot something to give him an idea. Quickly he spotted the revealed door that'd been covered up by walling. In the dark it looked like the opening to a cavern. Jagged and darkened. With flashes of lighting, he could see the white powered steel door that was in the center of it.

"Do you still have the axe?" Mike questioned, "Can you use it to bust off the door handle?"

"I've tired." Isaac answered, "It's harder to bust down a door than you'd think."

"Dammit."

"Hey-!"

Mike's train of thought was interrupted by Isaac's indignant yell. Confused, he stared back at the door trying to figure what'd occurred behind it. Faintly, he was aware of Leroy prodding at his arm, but it'd have to wait for the moment.

"Harriette, what the hell?"

Apparently, from what Mike could ascertain, Harriette had pushed Isaac aside or something of the like. The woman, didn't respond to his yelling, and she sounded concerned, "Mike- Gregor isn't possessed anymore!"

"What!?" Both Mike and Isaac yelled. More alarmed, Mike continued, "What, how do you know? I thought their vessels needed to be destroyed?"

"Puppet told me. I thought he was trying to fool me, but he's not attached anymore!"

Mike felt the rain soaking him freeze over into an icy shell, the world went still. That couldn't be good. He was up to something. Mike had thought he'd attached himself to Gregor, that he'd be stuck like or at least have trouble undoing the attachment, or maybe that he needed his vessel to be destroyed, but clearly that wasn't the case. Then, why hadn't the phantom attacked them on their way here? Or the others? Was it because they still had their flashlights? All the while, he continued to feel a finger prod at his arms.

"Mike..." Leroy urgently whispered.

"What?" Mike snapped. Couldn't the man tell he was frantically trying to figure out what this new bombshell meant for them?

The usually skittish man wasn't perturbed by his agitation, his attention was firmly on something else. With a shaky hand he pointed down the hall. His anger swiftly dying, Mike followed the gesture to the safe room door. It wasn't shut. It was just so cracked open. From the slight crack, a dead silver eye peered out of them. Four corroded animatronic fingers gripped the doorway, one missing the tip of the digit, others missing the animatronic casing and leaving bare metal points.

"Mike?" The silence had prompted Isaac to speak.

"He's free." The ghostly whisper of Puppet drifted through the air, meeting the ears of the living.

The safe room door was pulled open with a horrendous protesting metallic squeal. It hadn't been used since it was placed, then sealed shut. As if it didn't know its own purpose. Out from the darkness lurched the form of what was supposed to be a desecrated animatronic rabbit. Its lower half scorched bare of its suiting, metal tubes and wires acted as malformed muscles. Scorched rotted flesh and wiring were melted onto its legs. The suit casing on its upper half wasn't much better, what was once a yellow green, golden in a far-gone era, was now a burnt amber that looked near pitch black in the darkened hall. In the flickering lights of the storm, it was a dilapidated monstrosity, but it stood sturdily on creaking legs, staring at them with clear intent. Jaws bearing a permanent gnarl tooth grin, it raised a hand and pointed squarely at Mike.

In the next moment, the air was filled with an animatronic shriek and the thunder of metallic feet. The animatronic abomination cleared the feet between it and the two living men in a mere moment. Mike didn't get a chance to react, too stunned by what he saw. It was the thing from his nightmare, the thing beneath the shadow rabbit, now in reality. Leroy screamed, jogging him into their circumstances. Mike felt a shove to his shoulder. His companion's attempt to get him out of harm's way. Unfortunately, it didn't matter.

The monster knocked Leroy down and grabbed Mike with its other hand. Immediately, Mike grabbed onto its charred, rotted arm, vainly trying to get free. The smell of rot, mold, and burn fake fur, assaulted his nose. Metal ends of fingers dug into his skin, the thing's grip painful, reopening wounds. Mike was released from its grip when it tossed him down the hall. It'd tossed him with frightening ease, and he felt the force of it when he crash landed onto his back. Mike gasped, wind knocked out of him and was left in a coughing fit on the linoleum floor. His lungs desperately trying to get air.

Through squinted eyes, watering from pain, Mike could see the huge form of the monster march its way over to him. A low, distorted voice rumbled from its maw, "Let's see your friend save you now."

Mike knew he was talking about his victim who'd saved him last time. Even with his life on the line, Mike couldn't bear to ask if she'd do it again. To face her murder a second time and even if he would, he didn't know if she was here or not.

"Upset she stood up to you?" Mike croaked with a faulty grin.

There was a low rumble. He couldn't tell if it was a growl, hum, or just the speaker on the animatronic struggling to work. "Doesn't matter. I'll just break her again."

Eyes widened in both shock and fear, Mike stared at the thing. Its tone made it sound like such a trivial manner. With one swift motion it kicked him further into the main party room, causing Mike to crash into a chair. Its leg sending a sharp pain through his skull. With the distance given he took the opportunity to, painfully, try and struggle to his feet. Only for it to grab him up again and slam him through a table, breaking it.

"I told you: you're no hero." It sneered, "Just a sad man bent on wasting his life."

"Mike!"

The yell caught the killer's attention. In one of the entryways to the party room there were two teenagers. It chortled, "Ah looks like Puppet didn't choke that one out."

"The hell is that thing!?" Jayden yelled, rightfully alarmed by the talking corpse of an animatronic mascot.

"Kids! Get out of here!" Mike yelled hoarsely from the rubble of the table. "Don't worry about me!"

"That's right, leave him to die." The killer taunted.

Mitch stood petrified, trying to decide what to do. He knew Mike would be killed if they fled like he told him to. The monster had made that clear. What in the world could they do about this thing? They barely survived the other animatronics. But he'd agreed prior, "No way."

"Yeah, we're not good at doing as we're told." Jayden added shakily, trying to psyche himself up.

Mike stared at this. They couldn't be serious. They couldn't be doing this for his sake. He had to object, "What are you thinking!? Run!"

The monster laughed, tossing its head back. It held an arm outward, "Welcome to the party!" It stomped down on Mike's arm, eliciting a primal shriek in response. Something had broken. "A horror show unlike any other!"

Mitch and Jayden yelled as they were forced to jump out of the way of chair hurled at them. They had to get closer to Mike, but the thing certainly wasn't going to make that easy. Mitch wasn't even sure what they could do to save Mike. All they had was a tire iron and gas canisters. Then an idea struck him. While they hid underneath the table, Mitch hissed to his friend, "How good is your throwing arm?"

Springtrap waited where he was. It'd been a good minute since he'd hurled a chair at the kids. He was beginning to think they'd wised up and left Mike to his self-delivered fate. That was until the black teen popped up. He was holding something. Before Springtrap could properly see what, it was, the teen lugged it at him. Reflexively he shielded his face with an arm. Instead of getting hit, he was splashed by some sort of liquid. Something he couldn't really feel per say, like in the way of being hit, but the sudden splash of force across his vessel. Confused, he turned his head to the sound of a hollow thud. There, a foot or so away, was a gas canister.

He growled, of course, they'd planned on burning the place like Fazbear's fright. No doubt that bastard Isaac's idea.

Springtrap turned his attention back to the teen, who stood there staring. He scoffed, "What? No light?"

The teen only halfheartedly grinned. Before a snide retort could be made, something struck the back of Springtrap's leg, causing him to buckle, but not fall. With a growl, he snapped his attention to the would be attack, Mitch. Who'd clearly thought that'd do more. Furious Springtrap reeled and snapped at the teenager.

"Oh shit!" Mitch yelled as he leapt back. The sudden movement caused him to trip over his own feet and stumble backwards. While he hadn't gotten the monster to fall, he had at least gotten it to turn his attention to him. He held his tire iron in front of him with both hands, attempting to block another attack. Instead, the decayed animatronic grabbed it, wrenching it roughly from his hands. Eyes wide, he watched as it forcibly bent it out of shape and tossed it aside. His only defense, now out of his reach. The glare in its eyes told him he'd made a big mistake. Mitch scrambled backwards.

"Hey freakshow!"

Once more Springtrap's attention was turned to another. This time he was forced to dodge its own fire axe, wielded by another survivor of his: Isaac Vargaz. To him, Springtrap growled at his defiance, but the arsonist only goaded him further, "Come on, let's finish this."

Animalistic shriek screamed, Springtrap charged. What Isaac didn't expect was for him to be faster with half its casing now gone. He rushed his foe, easily overpowering the shorter man, breaking his two-handed grip, pulling the axe away from itself and threatening to clamp its gnarled teeth onto his arm. Isaac just barely managed to pull his arm to himself and out of the way of animatronic jaws, but the clap of its jaws popping together rang loudly in his ears. The thing's dead eyes glared at him hatefully. It was already ready to try for a second time. When it reared back to attempt another bite, Isaac brought up the axe's handle above his head. Springtrap's powerful jaws bit down onto the handle, the wood splintering beneath the bite force. Briefly its eyelids clicked upward, registering the fact I'd bitten what it once owned. Evidently this only further fueled its bloodlust to murder Isaac. Isaac struggled to hold against the pressure the killer pressed down on him. Already, his arms were shaking under the mechanical strength.

"G-get, Mike out of here!" He ordered, muscles in his arms burning with strain. In the midst of it, he coughed, the foul stench of burnt flesh assaulting his sense of smell. He hadn't thought the entombed corpse could smell worse than when he'd first encountered it. Clearly, he'd been wrong.

Heart pounding a mile a minute, Mitch ran over and hooked his arms under Mike's before swiftly dragging him away. Mike gave a cry of pain, but Mitch only uttered a swift apology. He didn't stop moving until they made it to the back of the main party room. Setting him against the wall, Mitch took a moment to give the man look over. The sight of the damage of his arm. The area around the middle of his forearm was already bruised and the skin was torn and bleeding. He wasn't sure, with the dark around them, but Mitch swore he could see pieces of bone stick out of the tattered flesh.

"How is he?" Jadyen asked after he ran over to them.

"Going to need a doctor." Mitch answered briskly. He patted the side of the man's face. He was pale and unresponsive. Bitting the back the urge to panic, Mitch patted him again, "Mike? Mike...come'on man."

Jayden clenched his jaws. Terrified as he was, he wanted to do something, he dug his cellphone out of his pocket and attempted to turn it on, call for help. He swore under his breath when it didn't response, the same with the lighter he'd brought. "Shit, everything is waterlogged." Then he recalled Isaac hadn't been outside. "Isaac! We got him soaked in gasoline!"

Just as Isaac registered that, Springtrap released the axe, grabbed Isaac then slammed him, face first, onto the ground. The animatronic killer laughed at how easily the man crumpled. Arsonist effectively stunned he picked up its axe and examined the damage the bite had done. Teeth indents were borne into the wood, but it still seemed useable. As Isaac shifted, blood bloody and lips busted, it sneered, "Still good enough to remove your head. That's some good quality."

"Go to hell." Isaac snarled.

"Don't think I will: I can't be destroyed." Springtrap crooned, "Not forever."

"Willing to bet?" Isaac chuckled hoarsely. The question got Springtrap to cock its head. Isaac had something clutched in his hand. While the animatronic was talking Isaac had produced a lighter from his person. His thumb fumbling, the arsonist was trying to produce a spark.

Springtrap snarled and kicked the thing out of his hands before anything could be ignited. While the action no doubt hurt like hell, Isaac still managed a weak laugh. Despite his grandstanding Springtrap wasn't willing to prove this apparent permanence, which annoyed the killer to no end. This didn't last long, as it pinned the man underfoot, smashing the grin into a gasp of pain. Springtrap poised the axe high above its head, clearly aiming to decapitate the man. As it swung down, the killer met unexpected resistance. The axe was being held back by something. Frustrated, Springtrap turned his head in the direction of what was causing it. Its optics were met with the blinding light of a security flashlight. Unlike the children, the killer's expression didn't go blank, instead, like its phantom-self, Springtrap recoiled, hissing as if in pain. The axe was once again dropped, clattering away.

The one that'd blinded it was Leroy. The tall ginger guard stood there, seemingly surprised at what he'd done. Beside him, reeling in the axe, was the Puppet.

"I'm going to butcher you for that..." Springtrap growled, hands still clutched around its optics. While Leroy stepped back, the Puppet held its arm out in front of him, protecting the adult. To this the murder cackled, "Oh? What's this? Playing hero now? Really? You? That's rich! You've killed just like I have!"

The sound of mechanical movements alerted Springtrap to the approach of the other children. It whipped around to the other hall, there Harriette stood with a group behind her of the main trio. Springtrap snapped its eyes to Leroy and Puppet, there behind it where the yellow eyes of Mangle and Foxy.

Seeing the look of surprise on everyone's faces, Harriette explained, "Took a bit, but Puppet got them to calm down." She turned a hard gaze towards Springtrap, "Once they heard he was around, they realized we're on the same side."

"This so rich." Springtrap ground out, frame jittering in building frustration. Then it screamed, "So fucking rich! This changes nothing! Nothing! You're all just like me! I made sure of it!"

To this, Puppet stepped aside, guiding Leroy out of the way. The signal was clear, Foxy and Mangle charged at Springtrap shrieking. Mangle leapt onto the eroded animatronic, clawing and biting at its face and ears. Foxy lunged headlong at its exposed midsection. Springtrap managed to pry Mangle off it and shove it into the charging pirate fox. The two collided with each other in a heavy crash. Springtrap steadied itself and shrieked back at the two. When they managed to untangle the two it grabbed Mangle's two heads and bit down onto the neck of the main one. Alarmed, Mangle screamed. This set the rest of the possessed animatronics into an enraged frenzy.

"Get the other out, leave this to us." Puppet instructed Leroy in his whispery voice. Leroy flinched; a bit startled by the voice. The day guard looked at the marionette, rather uncertain about whether he should do so or not. This wasn't what had been planned but they all were injured to some degree. Aside from Mitch, he thought. Regardless, Puppet continued, anger edging into is soft whisper, "You can get his pieces in the morning."

Unwilling to argue with the vengeful spirit, Leroy nodded meekly. He edged away carefully before motioning for Harriette to follow him. Cautiously he got near the chaos of the animatronics going at Springtrap. While avoiding getting stepped on or collided into, Leroy grabbed Isaac by the shoulders and pulled him out of the way. As he pulled him out of the way, to his surprise, Isaac began to pull himself to his feet. While not steady on his feet, he helped much as he could to get himself away from the struggle. Even still, Leroy had to hold onto to keep him upright.

"We need to get out of here." Leroy stated.

Mitch was surprised by this, "A, what about them?"

"To many of us are too messed up to do anything about- that." Harriette stepped in, gesturing pointedly to Springtrap. Even with the overwhelming odds, the killer wasn't going down without a struggle. Though, it was clearly on the back foot. Being forced to back up constantly and kept away from its weapon.

"She's got a point." Jayden readily conceded. He looked at Mike and Isaac, Mike had come to but barely and Isaac looked like he was just hanging on. "We need to get them to a hospital."

"Yeah, you're right." Mitch nodded, "Let's get out of here."

The teens went to help carry Mike out of the building, while Leroy supported Isaac and Harriette hauled Gregor. Mike didn't argue, neither did Isaac, but each one of them cast a glance back at the chaos. Each seeing a bit of it unfold before they were out of the main party room. By the front of the stage, back to it, Springtrap struggled as his victims tore off piece after piece of him. Wires and bits of corroded suit casing were being flung everywhere. Mechanical carnage.

"Careful." Mitch urged as he and Jayden helped Mike get through the broken bottom part of the front door.

"I got it." Jayden answered as he pulled the man through. Thankfully the rain had finally seen fit to let up. It was little more than a sprinkle at this point. "Easy." he said gently as he slung Mike back over his shoulder. He caste a sparing glance up at the sky, "Least the brunt of the storm's over."

"Something had to give..." Mike muttered.

"Come to?" Mitch questioned with relief as he ducked through the door.

"Sort of." Mike grumbled.

Mitch laughed, though he was still clearly worried, "Good."

"Off!" Springtrap demanded as it lashed an arm out at Bonnie, while stumbling back against a wall. It had been forced back from the stage. The children had been unrelenting in their assault against it. What had been half an ear was now torn from its head and lay somewhere on the ground. One arm was left completely exposed, on a couple of stray and torn wire tubing was left, the other only had the shoulder piece. The torso looked like it'd been gutted. Lower jaw had its skull exposed. It rasped, not out of breath, but from all the strikes to its skull. Though dead, its consciousness still reacted to what kill it's living self. Looking up at the horde of glaring animatronics and couldn't help but laugh, "Look at you, just like me." Slowly it set itself against the wall, "But still, so- so, stupid." It raised an arm, in its hand, was Isaac's lighter. "Did you really think I'd let you have this?"

Springtrap lit the lighter. Its gasoline drenched form flourished into flames. The animatronics recoiled back in alarm. Before any of them reacted further, Springtrap sprang forward and bit down on Puppet's head. The frail marionette's head shattered from the force, sending shards everywhere. The fire quickly spread from the rotted animatronic and spread to the puppet's fabric like wildfire. Without even having been able to react, the Puppet collapsed to the ground.

"This isn't over. Never will be." Springtrap hissed through the flames that consumed it.

Arms out wide, it opened itself for the assault that continued anew. Piece by piece it was torn apart, the flames quickly spreading across the animatronics. Of whom didn't care that they were burning. So long as they could vent their agony onto the one that caused it. Nor did they care that their prison around them quickly caught fire as well. The flames spread swiftly, fueled by the gasoline poured everywhere up front and almost by the culminating hatred in the building itself. Once the fire encountered the remaining gas canisters left up front, it exploded. The blast consumed the building. Now with more than enough fuel and the rain letting up, it raged.

"What the!?" Harriette yelled, voicing everyone's alarm.

"Did the kids do it?" Mitch questioned confusedly as he looked at Mike and Jayden. His friend was too busy staring at the inferno to answer.

Mike stared at the blaze, the colors dancing across his pale, tired, face. He let out a long breath, "Let's...just be happy it's over."

Silently, everyone agreed. It wasn't how they'd wanted to finish things, and inwardly they all felt this wasn't the end, but it'd have to do for now. The sound of sloshing water and sirens caught their attention. Everyone looked over their shoulders and quickly spotted the flashing lights of police cars and an ambulance.

"Looks like Karen kept her promise." Leroy stated voice light with a note of relief.

"Good for something." Muttered Isaac, too tired and in pain to bear his full snark.

As they awaited the approach of the cars, Mitch looked to Mike and couldn't help but notice the rather contemplative expression. He sat beside him on the wet hood of his car, "Mike, do you...think it's over? Like for real?"

"Probably not." Mike answered flat earnestly. He learned back some, much as he could in his condition, which wasn't much. "But, given what we "know", can't say for sure. Just a gut feeling. But we've got to take what we've been given. And try to keep this from cropping up again. All we can do."

Mitch couldn't say he was reassured by what Mike had said, but at the same time he couldn't argue. He nodded solemnly then asked, "What will you do after this?" He looked to the cops, "Well, after whatever happens."

"Live." Mike started simply, "I think I've been hung up on myself. Too much. If anything, tonight did give me some sort of closure." He offered the teen a faint smile, "I can thank you some for that. And everyone else," He looked to them all, "Thank you."

"Thank you too Mike." Harriette returned, "For the help, rather, letting me help. I can really start helping my family heal now."

"It was nothing." Isaac uttered before coughing and clenching his ribs, "Bastard is burnt again. All that matters." He looked to the unconscious form of Gregor, "What about this prick?"

Mike looked at the cop cars closing in, "He's got a lot to answer for. We'll leave it to them."

Isaac nodded curtly.

At that, they waited in silence as the sirens grew louder and the lights grew brighter. It was still dark out and the area was soaked to its metaphorical core, lending to the siren's lights to be reflected off just about every surface. It may have been night, but Mike felt something renewed inside him. A weight lifted off his shoulders. He wasn't happy no, but it was a sort of relief. He couldn't quite explain it.

Eventually, the police cars stopped, and the cops got out, stating they'd been tipped off by an "anonymous source" that a group of people were in danger at Freddy's. Mike got the sense that the older cop wasn't surprised by the call. They asked about the fire, what had happened that caused them all to get injured so badly, and why Gregor was bound. Their explanation was given they'd found out that Gregor was knowingly endangering night staff with the animatronics, hence their injuries, and had kill two of the staff. They'd confronted him and he'd retaliated. As for the fire, who knew. The cops weren't sold, but they'd find out in the morning. Right now, everyone needed to be treated.

As Mike sat in the back of the police car, he looked back at the burning image of the pizzeria. He perked as he saw the image of Golden Freddy, stood by the sidewalk, waving with the phantom animatronic visage of the others. In a blink they were all children, as they truly were, waving him good-bye, all of them. Then they were gone. Mike blinked tears from his eyes then sat back against the seat, weight from his chest gone.