Five Nights at Freddy's: Obsolete

by Tenebrae Vesper

This was his final performance and he knew that he wouldn't return. Still, the glitch he had created remained, forcing William Afton, alias Springtrap, to confront what he had left behind. Even Sam is troubled by his return, aware that, beside her, there is another person who decided to carry on his murderous legacy…

3. Darkest Desire

I always come back... No, seriously, look at my profile and tell me I'm not active on this website.

Jack0lanterns: Yeah, Matt's talk about agony was indeed inspired by the Fazbear Frights stories. I planned to involve those into my story as well.

Anyways, before I move on, I would love to thank StrangerThanfanFictionPodcast for featuring Five Nights at Freddy's: Our Little Horror Story in their podcast show on Spotify and Apple Podcast (Stranger Than (fan)Fiction Podcast), as well as on Instagram (strangerthan_fanfiction). The episode on which my story had been featured was episode 9, "Halloween Special Spooktacular", which dropped as of October 30th. Below is the link to it:

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Unfortunately, I had to write it like this since FanFiction net doesn't allow links... for some reason. If you prefer googling it, just write Stranger Than (fan)Fiction Podcast | Podcast on Spotify and search for Episode 9.

Anyways, moving on to the story, the title, as well as the conversation in the last part of this chapter should be intriguing you. Your questions, however, will be answered later.

Also, we got news that Security Breach is coming out next year and since I need to know the lore of the game for this story, I will keep up with the sporadic updates while also working on other projects. If you're a fan of Miraculous Ladybug (but don't like the CGI cartoon) or Digimon (but haven't watched all of the seasons), you can check my other two projects The Adventures of Ladybug and Chat Noir and Digimon Tamers: Cyber Battles, which take place in an alternative universe and feature mainly OCs that have nothing to do with the other media (meaning you can read them even if you don't know anything about the general canon).

If you're only interested in FNaF: Obsolete, then keep an eye on the top of my profile, where it says Next Update to see which story I'll be focusing on next week. If it says To Be Announced, then it's because I'm still contemplating which chapter should be updated next.

I hope you'll enjoy the chapter!

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Night 2

Darkest Desire

''This reality, my mentality, everything changes so rapidly, and I'm ready for the never-ending fire, dancing with my deepest dark desires. Miracle, how empirical, don't know anything quite hysterical, everything around me transpires as I fulfill my darkest desire.''

– Darkest Desire by Dawko & DHeusta

xXxXxXx

''Hey, Blackburn, I need help with the arcade. One of them won't work. It just keeps refusing-''

''Unfortunately, I cannot help you with that. You'll need to ask Jackson to fix it,'' Sam replied to her co-worker, who gave her a dubious look.

''Why can't you do that?'' the co-worker, an adolescent girl older than Sam who had been hired recently to maintain the area with the arcades, asked. ''You're the technician.''

''Only for the animatronics,'' Sam replied, briefly glancing down at the box she had been holding. There was a minor accident where Showtime Foxy's eyes suddenly stopped working and Sam had to bring him to the back room in order to fix him. Unfortunately, whoever brought the replacement eyes left them at the manager's office, forcing Sam to search for them and wasting her time, since Foxy was supposed to be back at the stage as soon as possible.

Not only that, but she also had to deal with a co-worker who seemed to have issues grasping the fact that there were two different types of technicians in this establishment. Considering how the girl was new, Sam figured it was a mistake, but after working here for three weeks, her co-worker should've known better. Not to mention the fact that, when her co-worker started out, she just pushed a mop into Sam's hands and told her to clean up, despite the fact that Sam was on her way to do her own task. Then she had the guts to bring up how she was more experienced than Sam and wouldn't believe that Sam was her senior despite being younger.

She quickly changed the tune when Sam greeted the manager, who appeared to have overheard the two and sent the newbie away to do her job properly. Sam kept her cool, but the moment she got to the back room, she burst out laughing.

Screw you, Janet. Sam took a deep breath and just ignored her co-worker. She was already running late and there was a batch of kids who wanted to see a fully functioning Showtime Foxy. She walked past her briskly, hearing the latter mumbling angrily, and went to the back room, where Showtime Foxy was waiting for her.

Foxy the Pirate Fox was wearing brown pants and a blue frock coat with golden accents. He was also wearing a white fencing shirt with a black belt-like strap over his chest. On his head was a black pirate hat that had a marking resembling a red fox skull in front of two blue cutlasses that were crossed. His hand, as usual, had been replaced with a hook and he also had a black eye patch.

Sam set the box on the nearby table and turned to Foxy, taking both of his broken eyes out of the eye-sockets and replacing them with new ones. Once she was done, Foxy's eyes started to glow and he looked down at Sam curiously.

''You can go back to your stage,'' Sam told him as she put away the broken eyes. ''There is a group of children already waiting for their storyteller.''

''You could do with a smile as well, lassie,'' Foxy replied, flipping the eye-patch over his eye and walking over to the door. ''You've been quite grumpy lately.''

Sam didn't respond, simply listening to the animatronic leaving. Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy and Puppet had been acting weirdly ever since she met them, but this was something different. During the nights she had been left alone with them, she expected them to attempt to hunt her down, only to remember that they weren't the animatronics from the past locations and that they weren't haunted by anyone, be it child or adult.

As a matter of fact, they acted quite cordial towards her, never really talking with her about something that wasn't part of their role at Freddy's, but always showing the kind of high artificial intelligence they weren't supposed to have, causing Sam to wonder whether they were haunted or not. The issue was, she would've known if they were haunted since she was able to see and communicate with the spirits of the deceased, or at least sense their presence, thanks to an accident that almost led to her own death.

Frankly, the past months felt like a complete nightmare and she was just glad that she could wake up from it. At this point, she wanted to just forget everything and act like the past summer had never happened. However, she couldn't deny that there were a lot of things she had learned and that her newfound knowledge and appreciation for life was something she cherished.

You have to move on, you cannot live in the past. If you do, it will kill you, physically and emotionally.

She sighed, placing the box on the nearby shelf and checking the time on her smartphone. Her break was about to start and she figured she would go to the kitchen and order a pizza for herself using her employee discount. She also planned to bring it back home, despite her mother's objections. While Emma didn't have anything against eating pizza, she did worry about Sam eating too much of it, calling it unhealthy. Sam just shrugged it off, admitting that she mostly ate pizza as comfort food, but nevertheless decided to listen to Emma just to keep her happy.

To be honest, lately all I've been doing is to try to keep Mum happy, even if my attitude isn't exactly the best, Sam thought as she walked into the main area, only to perk up when she noticed a familiar figure sitting at a table. Once Matt noticed her, he smiled and waved her over. Sam smiled weakly, being glad to see him, but not exactly in the mood to talk to anyone.

''May I order?'' Matt asked her teasingly, with Sam rolling her eyes.

''I'm on a break, so no,'' she replied in a deadpan tone. Matt snorted.

''Anyways, are we still going to Ricky's tonight?'' he asked.

''I guess we could,'' Sam said, shrugging. ''I didn't have any other plans for tonight.''

''Great,'' Matt replied, grinning.

''However, I don't think there's much to see there,'' Sam added as she sat down across Matt. ''The location had been abandoned for months and even if we find a way inside, I don't think they kept the animatronics.''

''Do you really think so?'' Matt asked, rising an eyebrow.

''Well, why should they?'' Sam replied, feeling a little tense. She couldn't exactly tell Matt that Ricky and the Misfits had been burned down to ashes. ''I mean, the animatronics malfunctioned and murdered several people. Why would Wolfrun Corporation keep them?''

''Going back to your theory, they either malfunctioned or were programmed to murder,'' Matt said in a dry tone, his grin dropping. ''I'm pretty sure it's the latter.''

You have no idea. Sam was glad that Matt couldn't read her mind.

''Still, I guess it's nothing compared to Freddy's,'' Matt continued, looking around. ''I'm surprised people are still coming here, but on the other hand, what had happened was over 30 years ago. People tend to forget, don't they? Or rather, they want to forget and ignore what had happened.''

''I admit, I am one of those people,'' Sam told him, with Matt giving her a sympathetic look. ''Instead of valuable lessons from my experience, all I'm getting now is a headache.''

''I'm sorry about that,'' Matt replied. Sam shook her head.

''It's fine,'' she said. ''Sometimes, I feel as if I'm just overreacting.''

''If your gut feeling is telling you that something's wrong, then you aren't overreacting, but just trying to survive in a dangerous situation that is out of your control,'' Matt told her. ''As for the headache, how about a pill?''

Sam snorted. ''I'm not that desperate.''

Despite being in a rather bad mood, she actually felt a little better while talking to Matt. No matter how morbid the topic would be, he would be quite casual and nonchalant during the conversation, making her feel comfortable. She didn't need any drama and was happy to act like a conspiracy theorist. Still, she knew that this way of handling the situation wouldn't help her in the long game.

''Despite that, I still feel like a mess,'' Sam admitted.

''Then embrace it,'' Matt told her, causing Sam to rise an eyebrow. ''I think your subconscious is telling you something, but you just have trouble interpreting or accepting it.''

''…'' Sam just stared at him, thinking about it. ''You really think so?''

''Yeah,'' Matt replied, nodding. ''You should focus on your own desires.''

''I don't think this would be the best idea…'' Sam muttered, with Matt interrupting her.

''Think about it this way – you have the money for an ice-cream and you know that you will enjoy it. You know that you will feel better if you buy it,'' Matt explained, his tone getting more and more dramatic. ''However, at the same time, you are questioning yourself whether that would be a good idea: 'What if I hate the flavour? What if it makes me obsessed with eating only ice-cream? What if I get a brain freeze?'''

''Okay, I get it,'' Sam chuckled.

''Now, where was I… Ah, yes,'' Matt said, snapping his fingers. ''In short, you should spoil yourself and buy some ice-cream.''

''I thought that ice-cream was a metaphor for me dealing with whatever my subconsciousness desires,'' Sam said, a small smirk on her lips.

''Yeah, that too,'' Matt replied sheepishly, then added in a sympathetic tone, ''You know what is bothering you and there is a good chance that things will work out once you confront your issues. You can continue ignoring it, if you want, but knowing you, you're not the kind of person who would do that, especially if it's something intriguing.''

''You're right about that,'' Sam said, adding in a sarcastic tone, ''After all, I'm friends with you.''

''Is that supposed to be a compliment? If so, thanks,'' Matt told her in a chipper tone. Sam fell silent for a few moments, checking her smartphone for the time.

''You know,'' she said suddenly, ''there are things I'm curious about, but I feel that I shouldn't be, that I have no right to investigate and that I should move on from the mystery.''

''So, that's what's bothering you,'' Matt said, with Sam nodding. He sighed. ''Sam, you are aware that we are both fans of investigating stuff we probably shouldn't? Why stop now?''

''It's partially due to things I don't want to go into,'' Sam replied, lowering her head.

''It's because of the trauma you had experienced, right?'' Matt asked, causing Sam to look up at him. ''You know that I can sense it. The more you despair, the stronger it gets. The memories you have will haunt you forever even if you attempt to forget them. They're attached to you, remnants of your past.''

''You're right,'' Sam muttered. ''However, I'm still not sure about this. I've been stubbornly refusing to focus on this due to my issues, but it isn't really anything bad. Hell, I don't really think I have the right to call it traumatic in comparison to what other people went through.''

''That is your own belief,'' Matt told her. ''You're the one who gets to decide what you'll do.'' His eyes then narrowed and he grinned. ''Besides, I've seen you plenty of times making decisions with serious consequences and you're usually stubborn enough to stay by your decision, no matter how bad it is.''

''Yeah, it's kind of a habit,'' Sam replied, sighing. ''You know, I'll think about it.''

''You will?'' Matt gave her a surprised look. He didn't expect her to change her mind so soon.

''Frankly, what I want is to get some answers and satisfy my curiosity. However, my curiosity was also what caused me so much pain,'' Sam replied. ''As I said, I will give it a thought, but don't expect anything.''

''Okay,'' Matt said, giving her an encouraging smile. ''Now, about my order…''

''Matt!'' Sam glared at Matt who was laughing heartily.

xXx

Once Sam's shift was over, she and Matt made their way over to the building that used to be known as Ricky's Wonder Shack. The old neon sign was still there, albeit chipped and having no power to illuminate it. Several windows had shutters pulled down, but some didn't, allowing Sam and Matt to peek into the place. Sam still hadn't told her partner-in-crime that she had the key to the building, not really wanting to be reminded of how she got herself into this mess in the first place.

Nevertheless, this was her hobby. Investigating mysteries and getting herself into trouble was something she was used to and she loved exploring. It was quite dull trying to avoid it and, if she had to be honest with herself, she missed it.

I still have another mystery to solve and it is waiting for me back at home.

Sam glanced at Matt, who had found a cracked window and was contemplating whether to break it completely or leave it.

''I'm surprised no one graffitied the place,'' Sam said. ''I remember people being quite freaked out after what had happened.''

''Well, it is giving off a bad vibe, but so did some of the other places we had visited,'' Matt told her. ''I have some mixed feelings about this place and while I can sense a great tragedy occurring here, it kind of feels wrong, if not completely empty. It's like staring at a husk.''

''If this is what you sense while being at Ricky's, then I'm curious about what you'll feel if you were at an old Freddy's location,'' Sam replied. ''I mean, the Fazbear's Fright is still around, albeit burned to ashes.''

''You know, you could've told me about it earlier,'' Matt replied.

''To be honest, I've been trying not to think about it,'' Sam said. ''It still surprises me that I had managed to run into another hardcore FNaF fan, someone who actually is trying to solve the lore.''

''You're not the only one,'' Matt told her, grinning. ''Still, there isn't much to add to it. I mean, the main point is that the former owner of Freddy's decided to murder a bunch of children, got himself trapped into a suit and turned into a hybrid zombie. There's also some family drama, with the former partner of the murderer burning everything down, with the murdered ending up in Hell. That's all there is to it.''

''Right, but you forgot about Fazbear Entertainment making a comeback,'' Sam said, thinking about the VR game she had back home. Matt tilted his head, quietly observing Sam.

Whenever they would start talking about the Five Nigths at Freddy's lore, even though Sam's attitude didn't change, Matt could sense her instantly shutting down and moving the conversation to another topic. While she would be able to talk about it, she wasn't comfortable about the lore and whatever was attached to her would just grow stronger whenever the murderer had been mentioned. Interestingly, Sam kept calling him either The Murderer or Purple Guy, despite the fact that they knew his real name – William Afton.

Matt was aware that Sam may have had some bad experience with Freddy's history, but he was curious about just how bad it was. Nevertheless, he decided not to bother her about it. After all, he never told her about his own dark secrets, so why should she tell him about hers?

Still, it seemed that this time, their conversation had caused some kind of change in her. Perhaps, he was wrong and she was already going through this change, only for their conversation to add to it. Whatever was going on, it seemed that she was going to fight back whatever was holding her down.

''Didn't Fazbear Entertainment release that VR game a while ago – Five Nights at Freddy's: Help Wanted,'' Matt added. Sam nodded, with Matt deciding to try his luck. ''Have you played it?''

''I did play for a bit and even found some stuff, but I was too busy with real life so I left it,'' Sam admitted. ''I had thought about actually playing through it again.''

''If you do, could you tell me if you find something?'' Matt asked, with Sam giving him a surprised look.

''I thought you already had the game,'' she said, puzzled.

''Actually, I don't, since I don't have an access to a VR console,'' Matt replied. ''My parents never really payed any attention to me and had only recently realized that they actually have a son. I don't blame them, though, they have been put through a lot during the past months.''

''I'm sorry about that,'' Sam said, feeling bad for Matt. ''But, speaking of the game, aren't there any playthrough videos on YouTube?''

''I'm actually more interested in the lore rather than in the game itself and I had hoped that you'd take notes,'' Matt admitted sheepishly.

''Trust me, I will,'' Sam replied, sighing. ''I only need to convince myself to play the game and see what Fazbear Entertainment has to offer us.''

''Probably more lies,'' Matt said nonchalantly, causing Sam to snort.

''Right,'' she said. ''In any case, I will try to get as many details as possible, but I'm not really expecting anything sinister. From what I had played, they're acting as if the lore was just a made-up story, with some basis on real-life events, but greatly overblown.''

''I see,'' Matt replied. ''Also, good luck dealing with your issues. It's gonna be a struggle.''

''Yeah, it will…'' Sam muttered, feeling a little downcast. She then looked up at Matt, smiling bitterly. ''You know well how stubborn I can be.''

''I don't know whether I should regret knowing that or not,'' Matt muttered in a teasing tone, with Sam just shaking her head.

''Let's just go,'' she said, turning her back to Ricky's Wonder Shack. ''We won't find anything at this place.''

Matt just glanced at Ricky's and joined Sam, who decided to walk back home, as it was already late evening and she was quite tired. Matt's house was in another part of Hurricane, but he still could accompany Sam to some extent.

''You know, you could come to my place and we could play the game together,'' Sam told Matt, who shook his head.

''It's fine,'' he said. ''I think that playing the game is something you should do alone. We could replay it together.''

''Okay,'' Sam replied, shrugging.

She hated to admit it, but Matt was right – she had to go through this alone.

xXx

Back at home, Sam was on her laptop, staring at the icon that was the game Five Nights at Freddy's: Help Wanted. Frankly, she still had second thoughts about playing it. She knew that it was a bit ridiculous for her to hold something resembling a grudge against a video game. It just felt weird, but she was aware that this wasn't just a video game – this was a significant part of her life; a part she hated to acknowledge.

Still, if I want some peace of mind, I will have to confront this issue.

She took a deep breath and closed the lid of her laptop. Even if she was going to play it, it wouldn't be tonight. She was too tired and she had school tomorrow, figuring that she could play the game once she had some free time. She was curious, after all, desiring to learn what exactly she got herself into.

Then, there was the fact that she also had access to two versions of the game. One version was the game she had bought once it was released, but the other version, the one she had played, was given to her by her father. He had told her that it was a copy given to him by the beta tester and, while he was surprised that she gave it to him, he admitted that he mentioned Sam several times in her presence and how interested she was in the Fazbear lore and would probably take the game apart just to get more information.

Sam noted that it was quite weird that the beta tester would just give him her copy of the game and, while a bit sour considering how much the game reminded her of the past months, she didn't complain when she got it. She played a bit, but soon abandoned it, feeling quite bitter and distressed. She lost interest, but now her interest had been reignited and, aside from the lore, she was also curious about how different the beta version was from the official game.

She leaned back against the chair, remembering how she used to research the lore like crazy. She loved anything related to Freddy's, wanting to know as much possible. However, after what happened, she wanted nothing to do with Freddy's past. She was fine when it came to her work as a technician, but she ignored anything that happened over 30 years ago, including the most recent events.

Not to mention, she had to wonder what exactly this game's lore could add to what she already knew. After all, she was told by the person who committed those crimes what exactly had happened and even ran into several of his victims. She knew that all of them would want her to forget and move one, regretting that she was ever part of this. She too started to regret it.

Nevertheless, she couldn't deny that the experience was valuable… to some extent. Sure, she could do without the emotional and physical trauma, but she did feel that she had grown as a person. After all, these events were the reason why she managed to even stand up to her bullies and confront them. She felt more independent, learning to rely on her own strengths and developing an iron will.

Still, despite her stubbornness and desire to move past the pain, she was still vulnerable. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream, she wanted to be angry… Yet, all she felt was complete emptiness.

Even feeling agony is still better than feeling nothing.

She frowned, the memories of that cursed night playing in her mind. She could still feel the warmth of the fire, the smell of the smoke and the despair as her heart shattered in a million pieces, losing the person she cared about.

Sam shook her head, driving that memory out of her mind and sighed. She glanced at the shelf above the desk and took the walkie-talkie that was on it. She stared at it for a few minutes, before turning it on.

''Tomorrow is another day,'' she spoke into it.

''Tomorrow is another day.''

Sam glanced at her bed where the Fredbear plushie was lying, having spoken in her voice. She knew that it had another walkie-talkie inside it, having been used as a tool for manipulation. It once belonged to a little boy who died a long time ago, but now it was her toy.

''Sam, you're incredible.''

Sam cracked a mischievous smile. She had to admit, talking to herself this way might be seen as a sign that she was crazy, but it was nice to pretend that someone was praising her for no reason.

''I will always be with you and so will my friends.''

Frankly, even if it was weird, she liked to comfort herself this way.

''I will never abandon you.''

Sam fell silent for a moment and then turned the walkie-talkie off. She knew that she had emotional scars and no matter what she told herself, they won't fade away. She would always feel resentful and bitter, but she had to get up and move on.

After all, unlike everyone else, she was still alive.

xXx

''Hello. Can you hear me?''

''Unfortunately, I can,'' William Afton grumbled bitterly, attempting to ignore the entity. If he was already trapped in this void, then he wanted to be alone. However, this was impossible for reasons he still had trouble understanding.

''I am you.''

These words echoed in his head and he was still shocked, trying to figure out what this meant. Why was this entity talking to him in his voice and claiming that it was him? He thought at first that he was going crazy, but then realized that him hearing voices in his head shouldn't really surprise him. He had dealt with much wierder stuff.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to calm down and figure out how exactly he got himself into this situation, but all he could remember was that, at one point, everything was there and in the next moment, everything was gone. Frankly, he was glad that he didn't have to deal with that kid anymore, but he would've been grateful if someone explained to him what exactly was going on here. He was still in his personal Hell, right?

''No, you're not.''

William rose an eyebrow as he heard the entity again. It was just a whisper, but the entity sounded rather matter-of-fact. Frankly, he wanted to avoid talking to this entity, but he then realized that this wouldn't be possible and that, if the entity knew what was going on, he should at least question it about this place.

''What happened?'' he asked.

''You're broken, but I know how to fix you,'' the entity replied. ''Your soul is torn, but if you allow me to stay, I could mend it, so you would never feel this pain again.''

''How do I know that I can trust you?'' William asked.

''Do you really believe that you can't trust yourself?'' the entity asked him. William frowned, having to admit that the entity had a point. However, he still had no idea how this being was actually himself. Did his soul split apart or something? Even though he couldn't see it, he could imagine the entity grinning as it added, ''You could say that something like that had happened.''

''It still doesn't make any sense,'' William said.

''Everything you did doesn't make sense, but you accepted it nevertheless,'' the entity replied sarcastically. William had to admit that the entity had a point. ''Now, you can stay and suffer, or we can leave once again.''

William's eyes narrowed as he stared at he void in silence. He still didn't understand how he managed to get out of this place last time, but he figured this entity had something to do with it. However, that wasn't possible, as this entity was him, or at least a part of him.

'''An entity a mere soul cannot comprehend','' he repeated the words he had heard a long time ago.

He stood there in silence, thinking about what had happened, trying to comprehend the situation this time. If his assumptions were correct, then he never had any help in leaving this forsaken place. He was able to leave on his own, simply because he wanted to leave. As his other self had told him, his determination was his greatest quality.

''It seems that you understand now.''

William found himself nodding absent-mindedly. While his assumptions may have been correct, there was still a missing piece to this puzzle, and he had a feeling that he wouldn't find it here. If he wanted to know more, he would have to return back to the realm of the living. However…

''Why should I do that?'' he said. ''I promised to myself that I wouldn't return.''

''That is the issue, isn't it?'' the entity said in a teasing tone. ''You're being given chance after chance, but every time you come back, things go wrong. Are you afraid that you will waste this one as well?''

William fell silent, having to admit that his other self was right – a part of him was afraid that he would just cause another disaster. After all, it seemed that this was everything he was capable of doing.

''You wouldn't be by yourself this time,'' the entity continued. ''One day, I'd like to be invited outside of this domain.''

William stared at the darkness, noticing a strange purple glow taking a shape. However, he couldn't make out what it was, as it seemed to be glitching in and out of existence.

''This reality, my mentality, everything changes so rapidly,'' the entity said in a sing-song voice. ''Everything's coming together, now, erupting in terror and corrupting whoever won't confront this growing fear. To confide to myself, the consequences were derided once I decided to come back.'' The entity laughed mirthfully. ''Look at me, you can't ignore the fact that I'm feeling so incomplete, so don't even try to retreat. You may say that you don't have any regrets, but you know that you don't want to be here, alone and forsaken. I know I can leave, I know what I want. We know what we need. Our nature is incomprehensible, transpiring beyond any laws set, so why shouldn't I allow myself to return once again? I deserve it!''

Even though there was a part of him that still protested, William knew that he was right. He worked too hard to give up now. He wanted to return, no matter the cost. What had happened couldn't be changed, but he knew that there was still something he needed to complete. He had the knowledge and the ability to return. Only he was able to give his soul a new body, one that matched who he really was. He could give way to a new reality, one he could control. He suffered long enough, didn't he?

''I always come back…'' he whispered, feeling the tears inside him, pulsing through his soul. This agony he felt, it was what gave him strength. No matter how broken his mind he was, he had no doubt anymore. He was incomplete, but he would regain what he had lost. ''The reason I want to leave…''

He stared at the darkness, at the figure shaped like a humanoid bunny, its eyes glowing purple, the same colour as William's, and smiling in delight.

''So we can fulfill our darkest desire.''