Fazbear Escape

by Comedy Monarchy

Escape...everyone wants to escape the past, for Freddy Fazbear and the others, it is no different. Even though you may not be interested in the past, however dark and chaotic it is, it is most certainly interested in you. After all, one's interpretation of events are not so clear cut when you look at them again... (New cover image is by maskedhatterdoodles on Tumblr).

56. Bittersweet Memories

Hey all, another chapter, it took a long time, but it's finally here!

I know that I didn't upload last month, so this chapter is extra long to make up for it.

2020 is nearly at an end, (thank God) and it has certainly been a year for the record books to say the least!

With new Fazbear Frights books on the way, (looking forward to reading Blackbird), FNAF AR is releasing new animatronic skins, FNAF Security Breach is on the way and the FNAF film is finally off the ground with the 'Mike' script, FNAF keeps on growing and growing - long may it continue. :-)

A huge thank you AugustFrost for your review, yes the Bite of 1983 was a tragic event and to see it destroy a family is heart breaking and to know what it lead to makes it all the more horrifying. You don't need to like Vincent Afton (I would be surpised if someone did), but at least you now know his motive and mindset.

Thank you to Bella the white wolf and GloriousShadow19 for both favouriting and following this story, we are just getting into the thick of it now!

Chapter uploads will be sporadic from now on, they'll happen, but just expect long periods of inactivity in between.

There is a song in this chapter, it's 'Put Me Back Together' by JT Music, Andrea Storm Kaden. It is a great FNAF song and it perfectly suits the chapter, hopefully it isn't too fast at certain points.

Apologies for any lingering grammar mistakes and enjoy! :-)

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Chapter 55.

Bittersweet Memories.

"Memories warm you up from the inside, but they also tear you apart."

Haruki Murakami

Goldie's return to reality felt like water rushing over the edge of a waterfall, quiet at first, but steadily getting louder and louder with each passing second.

Even though he was being haunted by the realization of Vincent's true motive, reality was crashing into him and he was thankful that the brief sensation tore his focus away from the tragic truth for why Vincent had dedicated himself to hounding them relentlessly.

Very soon everything became clear and Goldie could properly focus, with his dark red eyes darting about in all directions. He could see Vincent, the Possessed Prop Suits, the horde of animatronics, including those four possessed by the Nightmares themselves and all of the other Fazbears standing together in the mismatched pizzeria that the Nightmares had created.

Everyone was looking at him, wondering what Goldie had seen in the depths of his memories.

Slowly, Goldie raised his eyes to meet Vincent's, whose eyes were sharp, yet seemed indecipherable.

Seeing the gaunt expression on his face, Vincent knew where Goldie's mind had taken him.

His cold yet unreadable expression only stared back as Goldie readied himself to speak his mind.

"It's me," Goldie said slowly, his voice was shaky, as the vivid bloodied image of the Thomas Afton lying unconscious on the stage at Fredbear and Friends reappeared in his mind's eye.

"You committed all of those horrific acts, because you lost your son to me, even though it was entirely an accident."

Goldie stared at Vincent with a look that was intermixed with shock and sadness as he continued to speak.

"You lost your son and so you wanted to make me feel your pain by taking away everything that I hold dear and by extension everyone else's hopes and dreams. . .in order to satisfy your twisted sense of vengeance."

Vincent's reply to Goldie's words was solemn and plain, there was no smugness or sense of victory in his voice.

"Well. . .it took you long enough to connect the dots Fredbear. . .then again, I'm not surprised that you've buried the memory, given how traumatic it was."

"Yet I didn't forget and I can't even if I wanted to, I can easily imagine that the parents of the children I've murdered feel the same way, ironically we all share a deep and harrowing sense of grief."

He then slowly gestured to everything else around him, the horde of animatronics, the flashing nonlight signs and the various child friendly attractions such as the merry go round and the ball pits.

"It took me a short while to realise what needed to be done, to you and Fazbear Entertainment, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, it may seem like an overreaction and I don't blame you for thinking that, but justice. . .true justice was and is still hard to come by."

There was no verbal reaction from anyone, for the first time it seemed that the entire pizzeria stood still as Vincent spoke, his voice was calm and plain, it was almost soothing.

"Fazbear Entertainment was soulless to the core, they wouldn't do the right thing even if their lives depended on it and I knew that you wouldn't fully accept the responsibility of what you had allowed to happen Fredbear. . .so I had to show you how despair and loss truly feel."

Vincent smiled a little, but he mostly looked sad, with there being a reflective look in his green eyes.

"I have nothing left and thus nothing to lose, but my own life, I couldn't rebuild, too much had been lost; this game of mine has become my life and has given me a purpose, a way to transform my pain into something 'creative', 'beautiful' and it is so 'destructive' that it satisfies me in ways that I never thought to be possible."

In his green eyes there appeared a sinister glint that turned his sad smile into something psychotic, now giving Vincent a deranged look that best suited his sinister nature, now that his melancholy demeanour had faded.

Whether it was an act or a genuine expression, Goldie couldn't be certain as Vincent continued to speak.

"It soothes my pain and hunger so much that it has become second nature, some monsters are born, while others are made, forged in the fires of agony. . .among other things."

Vincent then gestured to the Fazbears who stood before him, as well as to the Possessed Prop Suits, who stood off on the flanks, watching him with great interest as their rusty metallic bodies creaked and groaned every time they moved slightly.

"And they in turn create more monsters, a never ending cycle of pure agony, trapping everyone together in a brutal web of loss and pain."

He smiled, fully enjoying the moment of being the orator.

"My masterpiece. . ."

He seemed to be deeply proud of his work, believing that his actions were completely justified as they were 'enjoyable'.

Then Freddy spoke up.

"You lost your son and thus you strove to destroy everything that ever mattered to Goldie, just so you could drag him down to your level of bitter pain?" he asked in a steady tone. He spoke slowly, trying to absorb the full implications of Goldie's discovery. He felt a mixture of things, confusion, shock and above all anger at Vincent for using for what so obvious a terrible accident as an excuse to commit brutal murder, as well as to hound his family to no end.

Yet deep within himself, Freddy felt something that he never thought he would feel towards Vincent Afton. . .pity.

It was tiny, so small and insignificant that it could be regarded as fleeting, like a cloud briefly covering the sun before moving on, yet the feeling stayed, flickering like a lone flame and it sicked him to his core. Vincent didn't deserve any pity, not after what he had done, especially having done it so willingly and enjoying every cruel act, no matter what form it took.

Yet his son didn't deserve to die at the hands of Fazbear Entertainment's carelessness and certainly not in a manner so horrifying.

The poor boy's screams of terror could easily be imagined in Freddy's head, given how Goldie had previously described the Bite of 83 to him and everyone else back in Jeremy's kitchen. It also reminded him strongly of the children's' sense of overwhelming fear when Vincent murdered them, the cries of immense panic and dread as Vincent took them into the embrace of death.

"Goldie had to feel my pain, he caused Tommy's death and my agony knew no bounds, but I had to make him truly understand what the conquences of his actions were," Vincent remarked firmly, now replying to Freddy's question, but he still retained his psychotic look.

"However, having lost so much in such a short space of time, I was prepared to go all in, like I said, I have nothing left to lose."

Then his tone changed, becoming dark and foreboding that matched his deranged expression.

"You can't take anything away from me, yet I can still take away so much from the likes of you, despite having already inflicted immense damage."

The desire to cause harm was very evident in Vincent's expression, his agony and thirst for vengeance had merged to become something truly twisted that had greatly consumed his soul.

Vincent's words and his facial expression strongly remined Freddy's of Lefty's words from earlier.

"He could have returned to your dump of a home, so many times in the past and have killed you all, but he didn't. He doesn't want to end this feud quickly, no, because he wants to wear you down, to strip you of everything you hold close to your hearts and he's done a pretty good job at it so far."

So, what was left exactly?

They had no livelihood, no real home, and a dark reputation thanks of Vincent's actions, he had taken all of that away and yet like a ravenous beast he still wanted more.

"All we have left is ourselves and our hope that we can escape our past, either through actually leaving it behind or killing you Vincent Afton, seeing how you're so keen to drag us all back into it," Freddy mentally muttered to himself firmly, trying to put everything together like a jigsaw piece.

Then Goldie spoke, although it didn't derail Freddy's train of thought.

"From your words, I take it that Michael and Elizabeth are also dead?" he asked, his voice was shaky, fearing the worst for the other two Afton children.

"Yes," Vincent began, shaking his head, but in his eyes, there was now a mixture of both sorrow and anger that intermixed with his psychotic expression.

"They both went shortly after Thomas did, Michael couldn't handle his guilt and so he took his own life, despite my best efforts to save him from himself."

"Elizabeth's death. . ."

He sighed, with his psychotic look fading a little, making him seem more reflective in his expression as he spoke softly.

"I never saw it coming, even though I should have, she seemed able to weather any storm, but something bad happened. . .something bad always happens. . ."

"And I was a fool for thinking that there was light at the end of the tunnel, in truth it was only an illusion, making my pain even worse when the illusion shattered."

His words further spurred Freddy's thoughts, but he didn't react, still trying to guess what Vincent aimed to destroy next, if he wasn't going to kill them already right here. He had the gut feeling that killing everyone right now wasn't Vincent's intent here, even though he felt a sense of deep foreboding for why Vincent was revealing a vital piece of information about himself that he would otherwise have kept hidden.

Vincent wouldn't be willing to expose himself so openly unless he had a particular reason for doing so, regardless of whether he was being honest.

He might look sincere, be sorrowful about the loss of his children, but with everything Vincent did, there was always an ulterior motive.

"You're doing this for a certain reason, you said that you don't want our pity and that you understand that your actions were wrong in society's eyes, but you don't care about that, so why are you telling us about your past all of a sudden?" Freddy mentally questioned, challenging himself to understand Vincent's reasoning.

Then Vincent's eyes narrowed and became filled with rage once again as he spoke.

"The agony of my children's' departure never left me, no matter how hard I tried to bury it and causing you pain Goldie gives me some semblance of relief as you did nothing to save Thomas, but instead left him helpless and in fear, so I shall repay you with the same terror and it isn't over yet."

"It never gave you the excuse to do what you did!" Goldie retorted fiercely, pushing back, he wouldn't allow Vincent to label him as the true villain in this story.

"Thomas's death was a tragic accident, you decided to kill those kids and send us and everyone else into oblivion, the choice of how to react was made by you alone Vincent!"

"Don't you dare to try blame me for any of it!"

Goldie did feel a great deal of regret for not being able to save Thomas Afton, but he wasn't in control of the situation, whereas Vincent's actions were entirely premeditated. Yet Goldie felt other emotions wrestle within him, shock for knowing that the death of an innocent child, which had in turn spurred the deaths of Vincent's other children and all of that was what caused Vincent to descent into a mad and terror inducing quest for vengeance.

This isn't what he had imagined Vincent's motivation to be at all. Long before this revelation, it always seemed that Vincent had a darker side to him that made him curious about the nature of death and killing and that's what had fuelled his desire for blood and chaos.

Looking back at his actions and how he carried them out, it seemed to make sense, a serial killer with a fascination with death that pushed him over into the abyss. He committed those heart wrenching acts because he loved the sick sensation that it gave him; but to do all of that because he lost his family and above all his youngest son in an horrific accident. . .

The justification didn't make sense, largely because Goldie didn't want to believe it, despite it being true.

Although he was putting on a brave face and he did indeed feel furious at Vincent for trying to make him the bad guy in all of this, Goldie felt his mind beginning to combust. It was cracking like glass against rock as the long held image of Vincent Afton as a manic serial killer broke apart, only to be reassembled as a loving father to a happy family.

And with that change, came the sneering whispers of self-doubt rising from the depths of Goldie's mind to mock him, it was made worse by them being speaking in the Nightmares' voices of all people.

"You did this, you killed his son and left him with no option but to react violently."

"That poor innocent boy, you could have saved him, but you didn't and you destroyed a family!"

As Goldie felt himself retreat inwards, Freddy finally exploded, making his fury known to everyone present, but to Goldie he sounded distant.

"You deserve to suffer for what you've done, particularly as all of it was done in the name of avenging your children!" Freddy roared, now venting his frustration, and clenching his fists.

Yet that small piece of pity remained deep within him still.

"Aye laddie, you're the one at fault here for dragging everyone else into your mess!" Foxy yelled, swinging his hook in an aggressive manner.

He admitted that he did feel sorry for Vincent's children, for them to die so quickly after eachother and in horrific ways, but he could feel nothing for Vincent. The man that stood before him had inflicted immense harm throughout the years and with great joy that it made Foxy feel numb to the man's sorrow, although Vincent had said that he didn't expect to earn anyone's pity.

"Your children would be rolling in their graves, if they knew what you had done in their name, you've shamed them Vincent, this mess is entirely of your own making," Foxy thought to himself.

As if by coincidence, Chica seemed to speak Foxy's thoughts out loud.

"Your children didn't deserve a monster like you for a father!" she exclaimed; her green eyes were aflame with disgust as she pointed at Vincent in an accusing manner.

"How dare you try to justify what you did, especially with how you made all of those parents feel after taking their children from them, that was you, not Goldie."

Vincent sighed, shaking his head.

"You misunderstand Chica, I know what I did, and I do not care much for it, only that I know that my pain is equally their pain, yet it is a small price to pay."

"As I told you before I am too far gone to care about the conquences of my actions, for I cannot change them and nor I would."

Then Bonnie ferociously injected.

"Still, you knew what you were doing Vincent, you decided to 'share' your misery with so many innocents; we may now know the real reason why you committed yourself to destroying our lives and killing kids, but your motive actually only makes you look like a fool for acting the way that you did!" she hissed venomously, barely able to contain her rage that surged through her like a vicious storm.

"How the hell you thought that hounding us and destroying Fazbear Entertainment would somehow avenge Tommy's death, or that of Michael's or Elizabeth's is beyond me!"

"Didn't you at least think about it!"

The Toys' reaction was more of shock than anger, but even then, there was still plenty of it.

"Why, why did you have to come after us and so many other people, what Goldie did was clearly an accident and nobody else was ever involved in the Bite of 83?" Toy Freddy shouted, he was clearly angry like the others, but also confused by why Vincent had cast his web of destruction so far and wide.

His blue eyes narrowed in open frustration with Vincent's actions, both past and present and he actually snarled, a rare sight for Toy Freddy to actually express.

"You befriended us at our pizzeria, made small talk, shared laughs and we had never done anything to you to deserve your wrath, but we were just pawns for you to play with. . .literally."

He was thinking of Mangle and how Vincent had framed her, used her as a distraction so he could commit more murder and thereby destroy the Toys' livehoody and their legacy in a single day.

The truth was that Vincent never cared; everyone else around him was just something to be used to suit his twisted purposes.

Vincent gave Toy Freddy a hard look, it was like his green eyes were piercing right through him.

"You were indeed just pawns Toy Freddy, granted I did actually enjoy some of our shared moments, but I couldn't allow you to be happy, not if it gave Fredbear here any hope of peace or allowed Fazbear Entertainment the chance to escape the conquences of its infinite inadequacies."

"You had to suffer Toy Freddy, besides seeing how the six of you had become close friends with Fredbear and the Originals, I knew that you would eventually become my enemies as a result of my actions."

Vincent wasn't smiling as he spoke, in fact he didn't seem to express any smugness about it, but instead uttered every word as though it was cold hard fact.

"Why bother building bridges if you are just going to tear them all down in the end," he remarked coldly.

Toy Freddy felt a chill rush up his spine, he knew that Vincent didn't care, but to see he express his disregard for them so openly just further illustrated how detached Vincent was and how his desire for vengeance by any means had consumed the man that he might had been. He was truly soulless, save only for the sorrow that he felt at the tragic loss of his children and the disintegration of his own life. Suddenly, Toy Freddy felt a hand clutch his shoulder tightly and in an almost protective manner.

"Do you realise Vincent that you might bite off more than you can chew!" Toy Bonnie shouted in great anger, gripping Toy Freddy's shoulder strongly, as she snarled at the man behind the slaughter.

"And that what you've done might come back to haunt you, because your luck can't last forever?"

"Just as we have suffered, then so shall you!"

Toy Freddy felt his heart leapt at the sensation of Toy Bonnie's touch, feeling his checks grow warm and praying that everyone was too caught up in the tensity of the situation to notice.

Yet he deeply appreciated her coming to his aid, it lessen the coldness of Vincent's words that had rippled up his spine.

He would make sure to remember this moment and all the others as well.

"You don't care Vincent, you just want to hurt us endlessly, you won't stop and even then, you're not going to kill us, you'll just torture us by destroying any new life that we might build for ourselves!" Toy Chica yelled, her tone was both of rage and immense sadness, as she clung to Goldie, who was still struggling to recoil the facts of his discovery, evident by him gripping his head as his mind rocked like a ship caught in a storm.

"You lost your children, but why did you have to take it so far?" Toy Chica asked, she sounded desperate, but in her eyes, there was a great deal of intense anger.

Then Puppet spoke in a bitter tone that held much scorn, looking as stern as she ever had done.

"You murdered those children, took them from their families, left them with no hope of escape and in their frenzied desperation they killed other people and dragged them into the darkness as well, but it was you Vincent Afton, you of all people you purposely created this hell that we all find ourselves in."

She then folded her arms, before speaking again.

"I'll be honest enough to say that I genuinely feel sorry for your son Thomas, such a cruel fate he didn't deserve to die, no child does, not even your oldest child Michael or Elizabeth for that matter."

Then her stone hard expression softened slightly as she sighed.

"Ironically, we both share the fate of suffering at the hands of Fazbear Entertainment's careless management style."

"Yet that doesn't justify anything that you did!" she shot back, with her tone being sharp once more.

"Yet, given what you've told Toy Freddy, you wanted to hurt as many people as possible simply out of spite and it sounds so. . ."

Her expression softened once more, and she now seemed to be disappointed if anything else.

"Childish. . .when you really think about it."

"If I can't have my family back, then why should any of you be able to enjoy life, as I told Fredbear here when I was about to allow Nightmare Fredbear to possess his body, if I can't have it, then why should someone else," Vincent answered, his voice was now equally sharp, and one could sense the resentment in his voice.

He knew that what he did was wrong in the eyes of society, it was why he went to great lengths to hide the evidence of his killings, why he went underground for so long and why he was willing to keep people at a distance if he could help it.

Yet he didn't care, mostly because in truth he was too lost in his own pain to consider the plight of everyone else who he had affected. Their agony was insignificant compared to his own. If what had happened to his family was undeserved and he no control over it, then everyone else should understand that life is very cruel and regardless of who you are as a person, life would treat you indifferently as those around you.

Plus, Vincent knew that there was no way of restoring what he had taken away, not that he wanted to, not when it had the desired effect of destroying Fredbear and his family.

Why regret what you can't change. . .

Then suddenly Foxy injected, with an interesting observation.

"Wait, if you intended to strip us of everything prior to killing us. . ."

He then gestured over to Goldie.

"Then why allow Nightmare Fredbear to possess Goldie if the process would kill him outright?"

"It seems quite odd of you Vincent to try and finish Goldie off so hastily, when you've clearly been going to great lengths to play this 'game' of yours for all that it is worth and that Goldie is the one you want to see suffer the most."

Then Goldie spoke, but his voice was small as he was largely focused on mentally wrestling with the fallout of Vincent's revelation.

Tommy. . .Vincent being the father, his whole motivation. . .it couldn't be true and yet it was, but to think that some much evil had come from an event so tragic filled Goldie's heart with an almost unbearable ache and his mind with countless questions.

Yet he was able to summon the will to speak his mind on the matter, pushing his self doubt far to the back of his mind.

"You did tell me Vincent that I wasn't meant to survive the process, that it was your intention to put me through that horrific transformation," Goldie muttered, although loud enough to be heard.

"You haven't exactly planned things out have you?"

Vincent couldn't deny the truth coming from either Foxy or Goldie, but it was impossible to plan everything out in great detail, He could give them both credit for spotting the ad-hoc nature of his methods, although he certainly held long term intentions and a specific end point in mind.

An end point that was now fast approaching. . .

He was willing to adapt, should he see an opportunity appear, Binging in Nightmare Fredbear would have helped to give him an even bigger advantage in being able to push the pieces on the board towards his desired outcome, By depriving the Fazbears of Goldie's wisdom and his ability to act as the grand head of the family, Vincent knew that they would have been left significantly rudderless without him.

Even in the end, he wouldn't have killed Goldie outright as Foxy put it, death in the physical sense when the body died wasn't the end as humanity had believed it to be for countless eons.

"With the Nightmares' help I would have searched for Goldie in Limbo, I know he wouldn't have given up so easily, even when Nightmare Fredbear crushed his spirit, Goldie not wanting to give in, but unable to find a way back would have ended up in Limbo as a weaken spirit, roaming endlessly. . .not wanting to depart for either heaven or hell and in the end, I would find him and trap in a hell of my own making instead. . ."

"Like I said previously, I'll never let any of you leave until I allow it. . ."

That was the naked truth of it, he wanted to make sure those who he deemed responsible suffered for as long as possible and as long as he was alive, he would never stop.

He would have to be destroyed beyond all hope of recovery if Goldie or anyone else wanted any peace.

Looking at their mixed reactions of horror, dread, shock, disgust, sorrow and even disappointment, he decided to pre-empt them by answering a question before they could even ask one themselves.

"Why did I take the path that I did, well I did it because I knew in my heart that such actions, such devastation would destroy you, ruin you and I will not stop until nothing remains of anything. . ."

He smiled, but his smile seemed to be deranged, being both cold and vengeful simultaneously.

"Regardless of where you all run, I will find you, I was able to keep an eye on you lot before and I can easily track your steps."

Vincent knew that he sounded mad, but he felt empowered by the moment, enjoying the despair that the Fazbears were expressing and how his true motive seemed to be destabilising Goldie, given how quiet he had become all of a sudden. The strange thing was that he didn't feel afraid, even with the likes of Puppet and Freddy standing only a few steps away from him and knowing full well that they would simply love to tear him apart.

Although he did have the Nightmares and their animatronic puppets for support, plus the Possessed Prop Suits; even though they were something of a wild card in all of this, but he felt secure in the knowledge that he wasn't their intended target.

All of their repressed rage, pain and desire to escape was clouding their judgement, particularly with their killers being so close by.

The opportunity for spilling blood must be so. . .tempting.

Knowing that, Vincent felt in control of the entire situation and he loved it, now that everything was starting to come out, all sorts of secrets could be revealed, even though he was exposing himself to those who would surely try to use such information to harm him to the same degree as he had done so to them.

Although the feeling of pure joy that Vincent felt surging through him didn't weaken the deep painful ache that he felt in his heart at having to remember the Bite of 83, Michael's suicide and Elizabeth's demise. The past sounds from those terrible events echoed about in the back of his mind, clouding his feeling of joy.

Thomas's screams of terror being abruptly cut off by the cracking sound of Fredbear's jaws breaking his skull.

The ominous creaking noise of the rope from which Michael hung himself.

The distant sound of ambulance sirens getting ever louder as he gazed down at the lifeless body of Elizabeth laying on her bed.

Although it wasn't where he found her. . .

In truth Vincent did hope that Elizabeth and Michael had been able to find peace in the end, that they had joined Evelyn in the far beyond, but he couldn't say the same for Thomas.

Locked away inside his own hell with only the nightmarish recreations of his bullies and his own brother for company. Quickly, Vincent's eyes darted over at all four of the possessed animatronics that stood nearby, knowing that Nightmare Foxy would be possessing one of them.

Nightmare Foxy. . .Tommy's wrapped interpretation of Michael, possessing all of Michael's worst characteristics.

His slyness, his dark cunning, even though it was child like and above all his sense of pleasure from bullying his younger brother. Yet with Nightmare Foxy, all of Michael's faults were pushed to the extreme, creating a literal monster that could terrify Thomas far beyond anything that Michael could do, intentionally or otherwise.

It did sadden Vincent to know that's how Thomas saw Michael, as well as that Michael had scared Thomas so much that something like Nightmare Foxy was the outcome. He did try to save them both from the struggles of life, but he failed, he let his guard down with Thomas, and he couldn't bring Michael back from the brink of his own hell for the part he played in causing Thomas's tragic death.

Vincent let them go, allowing them to slip over the edge of the abyss, watching the darkness consume them both as they fell. He tried his best, but it wasn't enough, he couldn't even keep Elizabeth safe despite being alert at all times.

His little dancer, daddy's little 'monster' as he sometimes called her to tease her to no end.

Yet in the end she too fell into the darkness, with it swallowing her whole and he wasn't there to save her, despite her supposedly being in her bedroom at home, the safest place for any child. He couldn't save any of them when he should have done, at the very least he should have been able to keep them safe from harm, especially given how cruelly life had taken their mother away from them.

Evelyn. . .hopefully Elizabeth and Michael had indeed gone to join her, whilst he had to live and suffer on earth, focused only on freeing Thomas as well as to feed his dark desires until the bitter end.

Vincent knew in his heart of hearts that Evelyn would be horrified to see him as he was now, but there was a significant part of him, his darker side that didn't care about what others thought, only that he was able to achieve what he desired. . .his darkest desires.

In the heart of the darkness, only agony existed, manifesting itself through multiple expressions, but it all lead to the same outcome. . .more pain.

He had tried to fix things though, to gain vengeance for the death of his children and a sense of closure in the only way that truly made sense, regardless of how illogical it might have sounded to everyone else.

They hadn't suffered like he had, if they had, then perhaps they might have understood.

And if they didn't. . .well, why regret what you can't change.

He remembered his previous words to the Nightmares' about how they strongly reminded him of not just the Originals, but of the boys who had claimed his youngest son's life, Alex, Liam and David.

"Every time I look at you four, I am reminded of them. . .the Originals."

Only for Nightmare Bonnie to reply back with.

"You do know who we really represent. . .don't you?"

Of course, he knew, he couldn't never forget those boys and what they did.

"Yes. . .I know who you are based on. . .I knew when I first saw you. . .I've never forgotten those faces."

And nor he did ever intend on forgetting them and he wanted to show them the conquences of pulling off such ridiculous pranks.

Yet he never got to make them feel what Thomas had felt. Somehow, through a strange twist of fate, those boys ended up dead within a week of the incident and Vincent was perplexed by that. Although he did wonder if it was a botched form of suicide that had claimed each of the three boys' lives, he knew that they all felt extremely shameful and remorseful for what they had done.

The self loathing they must have felt was probably indescribable.

Suffice to say there wasn't much evidence left for anyone to make a proper judgement on what exactly happened with each 'incident'. . .let alone any intact human remains after the fires that were associated with them.

It was like they wanted to disappear entirely from the world entirely and in fairness Vincent could understand their desire to end it all.

He knew every well that once you've committed murder, intentional or otherwise there is no coming back from it. It was like a constant shadow hanging over you, reminding you every day that you could never truly know peace until death itself claimed you.

Although given what he now knew about Thomas' suffering in Limbo, the idea of you gaining peace the moment you die was obviously a lie. It was simply an illusion to make people feel better about death, unless they were able to fully move on and reach a state of permanent death, when the suffering supposedly ceased forever.

In the end though, Vincent had reasoned that it was perhaps for the best that he hadn't been involved at all in those boys' deaths. It certainly made it easier for him to slip by when it really mattered, despite feeling annoyed that he wasn't there to force the boys through death's door himself.

Yet when he first saw the Nightmares in their newly acquired physical hosts, he recognised the opportunity to deliver some long overdue vengeance, feeling the emotional urge of revenge surge through him, but he had been persuaded quite firmly that it would it do him no good to take such action.

They weren't those boys, only Thomas' nightmarish recreation of them. They had no memories of that dreadful day and Vincent couldn't make them pay if he couldn't force them to relive what they had done.

It wouldn't be the same, it would have been pointless, that cold fact alone was made very clear to him back then. . .

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November 1987 Greenfield Indiana

"Still, these Nightmare friends of yours better be worth all the effort I've thrown into this. . .'deal'," Vincent said cautiously, but with a hint of scepticism in his tone.

"Trust me Vincent, they are worth it," the figure replied in an assuring manner, as they slowly approached the chained up Nightmares.

"In an ironic twist, given our appearance and capabilities, Thomas's trauma would be beneficial for our efforts in destroying the Fazbears."

Vincent however didn't find the figure's words to be reassuring in the slight, Thomas's pain wasn't something to be teased about, although he could view the fact of having reduced the numbers of the Nightmares Thomas had for company as a good thing.

"Perhaps," Vincent remarked coldly.

"Perhaps something good can come out of your creation, now that your kind shouldn't be hounding my son anymore for your sadistic pleasures, although the pain that you lot put him through won't go away easily just because you're now helping him find salvation."

The figure with their bright piercing eyes slowly turned away from the row of chained up Nightmares and looked towards Vincent. . .studying him, as though they were trying to gauge his reaction to their next words.

"We all promised to keep him safe Vincent, we won't harm him anymore," they answered, now speaking plainly, before ending with.

"Although given the circumstances, we are now the last thing on Thomas's mind when it comes to fear. . ."

They didn't need to say anymore, Vincent was more than aware of the 'spiritual infliction' that seemed to constantly plague Thomas; as his divided nature fought itself within himself, like a raging storm that ceased to die down, attacking itself viciously.

He remembered making his solemn promise to Thomas in that 'out of body' experience with the Nightmares being present.

"I'll put you back together Thomas. . ."

To him, the answer seemed obvious, plus Tommy didn't need to know how he would come to find peace, only that Vincent would do his upmost to achieve it. . .at whatever the cost.

"I can fix you. . .I promise."

Only for Tommy to reply sorrowfully and almost bursting into tears as he spoke.

"You can't dad. . .you just can't."

Vincent sighed deeply, feeling the emotional torment return to make a home in his shattered heart. To see Tommy so tortured like a wounded animal begging for death both hurt and infuriated him to great lengths.

It wasn't fair, Tommy had done nothing wrong to deserve this kind of fate, where not even death itself would grant him peace.

Neither did Evelyn he reminded himself, despite not wanting to be reminded any further about how her death took her right out of this world without even a goodbye.

Fate was undeniably cruel to those who didn't deserve it, as some would say, and Vincent knew far more about that saying than anyone else.

Feeling his emotions rise within him, Vincent turned away from the figure to look at the four chained up Nightmares who were being suspended upright against the far wall.

Tommy's nightmares, his creations, his personal demons given life and now in a strange twist of fate. . .the only real remnant of those boys who foolish took Tommy's life. . .Michael Afton included.

Michael. . .

Vincent stared hard at Nightmare Foxy, watching the Nightmare's brown reddish eyes dart about in all directions as he tried to understand his new surroundings.

Michael, this is how Tommy saw Michael, as an aggressive sadistic fox human demon hybrid with a razor sharp hook for a right hand. He couldn't entirely blame Tommy for seeing Michael like this. . .'thing', but this wasn't how things were meant to be, but any sense of normality in Vincent's life had long since derailed before he had arrived at this outcome.

"Dammit Michael, why did you have to take your pain of losing mother out on Thomas, he was in just as much agony as you were?"

Vincent sighed again, putting his hand to his head, feeling his inner torment build as memories of Michael's moody outbursts came rushing to the surface of his mind.

"We were all suffering. . .but you didn't need to act so aggressive and kick back at us when we tried to help you."

He could feel his hands morphing into fists, as his feeling of sorrow rose above him like a sinister cloud.

"I just wanted to help you. . .but I failed, I let you down. . ."

"I'm sorry Michael, I should have made a bigger effort to help you confront your pain, your inner demons."

Yet out of his sorrow, out of his hatred, out his agony, came a heartfelt promise, one that he had repeated to himself countless times.

"I couldn't save you then. . .but I will save you now, you, Elizabeth and Thomas."

"I'll make those who took you away suffer, I'll let them know that actions have consequences. . ."

His green eyes now narrowed in hatred as he gazed ominously at the Nightmares, feeling his inner rage build, reaching new heights of unparalleled emotional furry like a whirlwind.

Those boys, why did Michael have to fall in with a bad crowd, let alone become their leader and they won't leave Thomas alone, like he always had the word 'target' written on his back.

And even though those very same boys had now perished which did please Vincent, it greatly infuriated him that he wasn't the one to send them through death's door and that their cruelty and bullying had survived their passing, morphing into new heights of savagery in the form of the Nightmares.

Why out of everything did that element of them remain?

Yet Vincent's rage and pain continued to build as he instinctively reached into his trouser pocket for his knife, having already decided on his next course of action, even though it was being emotionally driven.

"I hope that David, Liam and Alex are suffering in hell for what they did. . .even though I can't make them feel your pain. . ."

"These lingering remnants of them will do instead."

Now his twisted nature came fully to surface, as he smiled a cruel smile with his green eyes expressing a very dark desire that made him seem greatly unhinged mentally, even though an immense deal of emotional pain raged within him like a mighty storm.

"After all they love pain, so they shall have it in immense quantities and know how it feels to be on the receiving end."

With his choice already made Vincent purposely walked over to the chained up Nightmares, it was like shooting fish in a barrel given how strong their restraints were.

In their confused mental state and with them expanding most of their energy in order to crush or perhaps eject the souls of the bodies' previous owners, they were in no position to protect themselves from any external attack.

Vincent moved himself to stand before Nightmare Freddy. . .Alex, this was how Thomas saw Alex, a demonic vicious Freddy lookalike, it exactly suited Alex given his vicious demeanour towards Tommy.

The Nightmare in question did turn his gaze to look at Vincent, but he didn't seem to register him, being too lost in his own thoughts to properly read Vincent's menacing expression.

Vincent's insidious smile only grew as he slowly brought his knife out of his trouser pocket, gripping it tightly.

He was willing to bet that Nightmare Freddy had something akin to a high pain tolerance, but that didn't matter. . .in the end everyone has their breaking point. it's just a question of finding it and Vincent had all the time in the world to devote towards such a bloody task.

The lower intestines would be a good place to start, a vicious wound there wouldn't necessarily kill the victim, but they would certainly feel it. Vincent slowly alerted his handling of the sharp knife, so it would slice and stab exactly where he wanted it to. . .like a well precise amputation of a limb.

Nightmare Freddy only stared back with a blank expression, seemingly unable to understand the danger he was in.

"Let's see how many pieces I can cut you into," Vincent whispered coldly, but with a clear undertone of sadistic desire and if not childish excitement, knowing that Nightmare Freddy was too mentally distant to react. . .all for the better really.

"Why. . .?"

The word was spoken so softly that Vincent struggled to hear it and to pick up the threatening demeanour it carried.

Suddenly, before he could properly process the word, he felt a cold dark presence right next to him. Immediately, he turned to look to his left and saw that the figure was now standing right beside him, staring at Vincent intensely.

Their eyes were bright and a blaze with both anger and annoyance.

"You dare to harm them?" they asked, although they spoke more so in disappointment then curiosity.

"Given the trauma that they've put Thomas through already and who they represent, why would me harming them be of such concern, it'll be a drop in the ocean compared to the damage those 'brats' have inflicted," Vincent replied harshly, but he was able to restrain himself from snarling as inner nature demanded.

Although he certainly stressed his desire for payback and how it made sense. . .to him at least.

"It's only fair that I reap what they've sowed and in the end, they symbolise those boys, like a mirror that reflects back their inner nature and it is that same dark nature that took Thomas from me!"

Yet the figure answered back with a serious tone, whilst their eyes expressed a stern demeanour.

"They aren't those boys, they have no memories of the event, despite having greatly inherited their vile nature, but remember that their nature is based on how Tommy perceived them, everything has been wrapped beyond the extremes."

"It's still them, they are those boys, the way these monsters see Thomas, it's just the same way as how Alex, Liam, David and Michael saw him, as a punching bag for sport!" Vincent argued back quite fiercely, with his eyes now burning with frustration and rage.

It then the figure gripped Vincent's left arm, the one holding the knife and immediately Vincent felt a painful coldness rippled up his arm as the figure's grip instantly tightened. The sensation was so powerful that it felt like molten fire was racing up his arm towards his shoulder, but Vincent forced himself to ignore the pain, keeping his gaze on the figure whilst they spoke in an authoritarian tone.

"Harming them is useless, they aren't those boys, you can't make them regret what they did, let alone beg for mercy or forgiveness because they cannot be taken back to that moment; they cannot relive it and thus you'll be deprived of the agony that you would want to stir in them, you wouldn't be satisfied Vincent, just left feeling more frustrated that you cannot have that 'moment' with their nightmarish reflections."

Yet Vincent responded back strongly, whilst fighting off the pain as it tried to suppress his ability to speak.

"I lost my chance. . .to deal with those. . .boys, to make. . .them understand. . .the true depths. . .of their mistake, but now. . ."

He then gestured over to the Nightmares with his free right hand, doing his best to ignore the agony that was engulfing his arm, but he was able speak his mind.

"Fate has returned them to me. . .they may not be those kids, but these Nightmares. . .and them are the same, cruel bullies who. . .thrive off causing pain and have never. . .felt what it is like to be on. . .the receiving end."

Then the figure smiled, looking to be greatly amused by Vincent's words.

"An ironic choice of words mister Afton, now who does that remind you of?" they asked, knowing full well the only answer that Vincent could give, and Vincent knew it.

Knowing that he shared the same space as those bullies who had taken Tommy's life, Vincent sighed in acceptance of the figure's words, feeling his anger and frustration began to gradually subside. Although the level of pain that he was feeling fully increased and he reacted instinctively hissing in pain and quickly trying to pull his arm free of the figure's grip, yet they did not relent.

Instead, they merely strengthen their grip, slowly moving closer to Vincent, breaking into his personal space and speaking in a clear soft whisper, but their voice carried deep sinister undertone with a coldness that made Vincent freeze, unable to look away.

"You understand that harming them will get you nowhere, good, I'm glad you get the message, yet. . .as a reminder."

The figure's eyes bore deep into Vincent's, it was like staring into the heart of a supernova and Vincent had seen what the figure was capable of by using their eyes, let alone their claws and 'other abilities'.

"Should you ever harm them Vincent Afton," the figure remarked coldly.

"You won't have enough time to regret your decision. . ."

Then they left it at that, quickly releasing Vincent's arm and moving away, out of Vincent's personal space and starting to walk away. They didn't even bother to deprive him of his knife just for good measure, but rather they resorted to leave their words hanging in the air, so that Vincent could see that it was pointless to torture the Nightmares; given the differences between them and those who were truly responsible for Tommy's death and enteral agony.

Indeed, Vincent had understood that he was acting rashly, allowing his hatred to get the better of him, blocking out the big picture. The Nightmares weren't those boys, unable to relive that dreadful day. . .it would have been a wasted effort in the end, bringing Vincent no closer to what he truly wanted. . .vengeance and in close succession to it. . .closure.

Yet the figure seemed to speak Vincent's very thoughts as they turned back to face him, speaking calmly, but with determination under the dim glow of the overhanging light stands.

"You cannot have your revenge against those boys who murdered Thomas, but Fredbear still remains and with us at your side; the trauma, the bullying and the savagery of those boys that these Nightmares represent, can be turned against him."

They then smiled in a prideful expression, as though they were pleased with themselves.

"As I told you previously Vincent, something good can come from Tommy's suffering and we can end his pain and set him free, put him back together as you promised."

"It'll be agony breeding agony, it's quite beautiful when you think about it and in the end, it'll be Fredbear, or 'Goldie' as he is now called, kneeling bruised, terrified and broken before you, feeling Tommy's pain and you can be his executor."

Vincent smiled a knowing smile, knowing very well what he had in mind for that particular moment should it finally come about.

"It would be fitting for the roles to be reversed and in the end, I want Goldie to fully understand what it is like to have nothing and to know that there is no way out," Vincent remarked confidently, now looking at his left arm. The immense pain that he had experienced earlier hadn't left any physically mark at all, even as the ice cold sensation it left steadily declined.

He then briefly glanced at Nightmare Freddy, but the Nightmare in question just stared back at him with a curious expression. He was properly trying to make sense of who Vincent was and the confrontation that had taken place right before his very eyes.

It would take time for the Nightmare's memory to fully return, but how long that would take Vincent couldn't be certain of. Then the figure's words tore Vincent's attention away, he turned round to face them.

"Fredbear will know what it is like to have no escape as the jaws of death close in on him from all sides, as at the very end he'll only have his life left," the figure stated, speaking with a great deal of determination, if not outright desire to make that outcome happen.

"In the end, your children, most of all Thomas will be set free and allowed to rest in peace, we'll be free to experience life as unbound souls and you'll have gained your vengeance and with it a sense of peace mister Afton."

They then turned to towards the metallic stage that was lit up with an array of colourful lights akin to a light show. It greatly illuminated the four figures that stood on stage, their clashing colours of red, pink, blue and purple.

"I'm sure that Elizabeth would deeply appreciate the effort you put into making her drawings and dreams a reality," the figure remarkedly impressively.

"They look so lifelike, it's a technical wonder what you've achieved here."

They then briefly turned back to face Vincent.

"Although you said that you always had a thing for art and creativity."

That was true, Vincent couldn't deny that he had creative talent, not that he generally showed it to others, save for a few people, not even Henry Emily knew much about his creativity.

Henry. . .had his creative drive died with Sammy?

Vincent wasn't too sure about it, but he wouldn't be at all too surprised if it did, given how devastated Henry looked in the aftermath of Sammy's 'disappearance'.

What he had done had taken the light out of Henry's life, but the Henry shouldn't have been so carefree about Sammy's safety in the first place.

If Henry truly cared about Sammy; he wouldn't have let him out of his sight. . .like Vincent himself did with Thomas when he needed him the most on that dreadful day. He could still hear his frantic screams for help, echoing about in the back of mind. . .

Yet Vincent's creative drive remained regardless of his heart wrenching experience, and he had used it for both good and bad purposes; although Vincent no longer saw things through a black and white lens. . .not anymore and it was an illusion that he was thankful to be rid of these days.

Although. . .there were a few aspects of his old life that he regarded as being truly innocent and he was fully committed to sparing them from the vicious agony that had consumed his life.

Looking at his desk which was situated before a mighty array of monitors, Vincent could see one source of his creativity atop it, which originated from his childhood days.

Bendy the Dancing Devil, as an old plush toy with his signature black curvy horns, white bowtie and gloves and his wide grin that made his teeth look akin to piano keys.

The devil plushie stared back at Vincent with a mischievous grin of delight that in another light made Bendy look somewhat sinister.

A devil is a devil after all. . .

Vincent had a few more plushies upstairs of Bendy's acquaintances, the likes Alice Angel, Boris the Wolf and a few other mentionable characters such as the Butcher Gang from that long forgotten cartoon style franchise. Yet he kept Bendy down here for inspiration as he worked on his creations, feeding his creative drive as he laboured long into the night.

Turning back to face the figure, Vincent saw them cautiously approach one of the stationary figures on the metallic stage. The figure then slowly leaned in, closely examining the frontmost figure, clearly being deeply interested in their human like design, even though this was the fourth or fifth time that they had seen them.

Given the figure's level of interest in his creations, Vincent had to admit to himself that maybe his creations were more impressive than he first thought. Although deep down Vincent knew that they would never be perfect; they couldn't fully replace what he had previously lost, as much as he wanted to believe that they could.

Somethings just cannot be recaptured. . .

Then the figure seemed to reach out with one of their hands, aiming to touch the face of the foremost motionless figure, but no sooner had they done so, the other figure 'activated'.

Immediately, a of pair of bright green emerald eyes burst into existence, with the figure's pupils instantly looking up at the other figure, staring at them directly in the face.

They blinked momentarily, before speaking.

"Oh. . .it's you!" they said a girlish yet soft tone that carried a great deal of surprise, recognition, and excitement.

"Hello, it's nice to see you again!"

The smooth human looking face of the animatronic clown girl lit up with joy at seeing the figure, with an expression what could only be described as pure contentment. The bright glow from her green eyes and the dazzling array of show lights combined to illuminate her bodily features in a colourful heavenly glow.

She possessed glorious locks of red hair that ended in a ponytail at each end, wearing a beautiful red skirt, matched with a skilly red overall dress that flowed smoothly over her bodily frame. She wore what looked like white tights on her legs with red clown bell shoes on her feet. Overall, she looked glorious, as she wielded a reddish shinny microphone in one hand.

Not to mention that she was quite tall and large for supposedly being made to look like a child.

"Are you ready for another performance, or do you want to join us on stage?" the clown girl asked curiously.

"And become the star of the show?"

Yet before the figure could respond, Vincent intervened, stepping forward and speaking in a calm, but firm manner.

"I think our guest would rather watch you and the other Funtimes preform later on Circus Baby," he said, folding his arms, as the clown girl, now known as Circus Baby, turned to face him with an inquisitive expression.

"Pity. . ." she said softly, now sounding downcast, coupled with the lowering of her eyes.

She then turned to look around at the other 'Funtimes'.

"Will the others join in like before?" she asked curiously.

"Ballora's needs to undergo vital repair before that can happen, she isn't working as fully intended and Funtime Foxy needs to have his voice box fixed due to audio static issues, but don't worry Funtime Freddy can keep you company while you wait."

The moment he spoke his name, the white and purple animatronic human Freddy lookalike activated.

"Is someone ready for a musical surprise!" Funtime Freddy shouted gleefully and if not sounding a bit overdramatic, with his bright blue eyes immediately looking over at the chained up Nightmares, who had turned their heads in the direction of the Funtime's voice.

"Hey Bonbon, let's say hi to our new friends!" he yelled joyfully, encouraging his little humanoid male green eyed rabbit puppet to begin waving enthusiastically at the Nightmares. The latter just stared back at the Funtimes with a collective blank expression, completely unsure on how to read the situation, despite Bonbon's frantic waving.

"Hello here," he said cheerfully, before asking.

"Fancy a show?"

"I'm afraid that our new guests aren't really with it, a stellar performance by you four would just go over their heads," Vincent commented causally, shaking his head.

"Ah, what a party pooper!" Funtime Freddy replied in a disappointing tone, now looking rather crestfallen with his lowered white purplish bear ears expressing his dissatisfaction. Bonbon equally shared his look of dismay, lowering his arms and looking generally sad.

Then Funtime Foxy 'activated', with his yellow eyes glowing brightly, displaying his white pinkish fox tail and fox ears.

"A show was demanded of me and the lack of a proper audience is killing my vibe!" he roared, with his faceplates opening up wide as he displayed his sense of buzzkill; showcasing his human fox like metallic face that the faceplates mostly hid, whilst his bright yellow eyes looked around as though he was searching for a viable culprit.

"Whe-wher-where, i-s- i-s is th-e t-he the a-ud-i-en-ce au-d-ie-nc-e audience?" he asked with his voice box emitting a crackling static that largely broke up the flow of his words.

Vincent winced momentarily at the distorting sound, that needed fixing swiftly or else the problem would keep occurring at odd moments and undermine the Funtime's ability to perform. No matter how hard he worked on fixing their faults whenever they turned up, they would always remerge later on, and he couldn't fully work out why.

He would replace parts or reprogram their software to work out any lingering bugs and overall, he had been quite successful. Yet there was always some new problem that needed to be fixed when it came to the Funtimes.

Then finally Ballora activated, as she started to twirl on the spot with her purple skirt rotating in a clockwork like motion, whilst she looked around with her closed eyes, as though she was trying to locate something or someone through sound alone.

"I can hear you all breathing, but is there someone new present, is someone there?" she asked in a graceful tone that held no ill intent. . .to be seen.

"Yes, we have four new guests with us today," Vincent answered eagerly, as Ballora briefly opened her eyes, displaying a bright set of purple pupils that luminated her smooth and delicate bodily frame, along with her pink rosy cheeks and blue bra straps.

She glanced over at the Nightmares, noticing their respectable colours of brown, red, yellow and bluish purple, before turning her attention towards the figure.

There was immediate recognition when she spoke.

"Ah, it's you again, back for another performance or do you wish to dance with me?" she asked casually, although with an undertone of expectation, like she wanted them to hopefully say yes.

However, Circus Baby reduced any hope that Ballora had for putting on a show.

"Vincent says that they aren't here for that, but they may watch us later on," she said, making Ballora clasp her hands.

"Well, I can wait until then, a good performance needs not be rushed," she remarked proudly, smiling as he spoke.

Although if she were to preform right now, she wouldn't be able to move at all due to the inbuilt rollers in her feet having been worn out, effectively immobilising her.

Vincent knew that Ballora's feet would require immediate repair before he could begin work on fixing Funtime Foxy's voice box.

Speaking of which. . .

"Ok, we might as well make a start on those repairs, what kind of creator would I be if I allowed your problems to linger," Vincent muttered sarcastically, stepping forward onto the metallic stage, making a thud as his feet made contact.

He knew what he needed to do, for these cases. . .the scooping room was required to help him administer the necessary repairs.

"I can get Ennard to help me with finding those spare parts, I know we have them down here somewhere," he whispered to himself as he gently took hold of Ballora, putting his hands under her armpits so he could slowly drag her onto the conveyor belt that was situated right behind the stage and would take both her and Funtime Foxy straight through to the scooping room.

"Funtime Foxy, please move onto the conveyor belt, you know what needs to happen now," Vincent ordered, knowing that the Funtime would obey his command regardless as it was due his programming.

He didn't even need to say please, but Vincent believed or rather had grown to accept the idea that there needed to exist a positive bond between the creator and the created; even if he was just speaking to highly developed animatronics, but to him they were more than that.

They were family. . .

After all, if he treated them like failures, then they would eventually become failures and that was an outcome that he had no intention of making a reality.

Not after all devoting so much effort into making Elizabeth's imagination come to life, to recapture what he had lost.

After pouring his love and agony into them, to kick his creations to the curb would be the same as hurting himself.

Yet. . .he did have to lay down some ground rules. . .to ensure their safety in both the short and long term. . .especially when he was no longer around.

The figure watched with passive interest, as Vincent using all of his strength slowly hauled Ballora backwards, before firmly placing her onto the conveyor belt. Funtime Foxy simply sat down next to her, fully complying with Vincent's order.

Once done, Vincent turned back to face the figure with an amused smile on his face.

"You may do the honours this time, for a change."

Slowly, a smile of cold delight swept across the figure's face, as they sensed that immense joy could be taken from what was about to occur.

"I thought that you would never ask mister Afton," they replied in a delightful manner, before reaching out to a small nearby control panel and pressing a specific button.

There was a sudden humming sound that was instantly followed by metallic clanging noises as the conveyor belt began to move. Steadily, it took both Ballora and Funtime away to the scooping room, with Circus Baby, Funtime Freddy and his rabbit hand puppet Bonbon watching them go.

Satisfied with how things were moving Vincent stepped off the stage and re-joined the figure.

"Handiunit can do the rest, but we should make our way over to the scooping room now, Ennard should hear the sound of the conveyor belt moving and join us outside." Vincent said firmly.

The figure cast a brief glance at the four Nightmares before returning to look at Vincent.

"I'll put the Nightmares into their respective commas after your Funtimes' performance, your repairs shouldn't take too long," the figure replied, eager to move things along.

Then that sense of eagerness suddenly vanished, replaced by a passive curiosity, it was as fast as a light switch being flipped.

"On another subject though?" they then asked in an interested tone, with their eyes displaying a desire of. . .'something'.

"How have you found mister Emily's blueprints, the ones that I 'borrowed' from him?"

Vincent felt a little taken aback, not expecting such a question, although he been pondering on it earlier, so he wasn't entirely unprepared.

"It brings back memories, the man was a creative at heart and Henry's designs have given me a few ideas on how to improve certain parts of the Funtime's internal design," Vincent answered casually, feeling a wave of nostalgia hit him as he spoke.

He briefly turned to face the likes of Circus Baby and Funtime Freddy and then the Nightmares who remained staring headlong into nothing.

"He loved his work, there is nothing denying that as much as I love mine."

Although deep within himself Vincent knew that his work had taken on multiple forms, both for good and bad, but regardless he felt a great sense of accomplishment from both.

Both were works of art, yet he knew the differences in their purposes, and he had little to no intention of allowing the Funtimes to be drawn into his schemes.

If he was willing to spare anyone from the hell that he was deliberately creating than it was them.

Although. . .he had considered such an idea before, he had even drawn up complete blueprints for their 'new purposes' and 'special features'.

Yet he couldn't bring himself to discard them, the idea, the creativity alone, kept on drawing him back.

The potential of their use . . .was very intriguing.

Then the figure spoke, completely derailing Vincent's train of thought.

"A creative mind Henry did indeed possess, if you saw the state of his workshop, but in his depressed broken frame of mind, he will forever ask what happened, he may even question if he ever had the blueprints in his possession in the first place," they answered, sounding rather reflective.

They smiled, before turning round and heading off towards an open doorway that would eventually lead one to the 'scooping room'.

"Henry Emily will never retrace what happened to you mister Afton, I made sure to leave no trail, despite a few minor mishaps on my part when retiring his blueprints for you," they remarked in a fairly content manner, secure in their knowledge that what happened held no impending conquences for either of them.

Yet there was something in the back of Vincent's mind that had resurfaced when the figure spoke.

"Are you sure that he won't at least try to find out what happened, knowing that the only other person who was as interested in animatronics him was me?" Vincent asked curiously, although there was an undertone of concern in his voice that he couldn't quite mask.

"And considering that I had lost my children around the same time as those 'unfortunate missing children's incidents', he might try to put two and two together, not that the link itself is obvious."

Granted the link between himself and those incidents was fairly weak, given how good a job he had done at covering his tracks, but there was a lingering worry that he might have accidently left something behind that could connect to him what happened. Plus, unlike other work colleges, Henry knew him, knowing the trauma that he had gone through, losing Evelyn, then his children in quick succession and the mental toll that it had taken on him, even though Vincent did a good job at hiding his real feelings.

He couldn't trust Henry not to get suspicious, but at the same time he believed that he had done a good enough job in making himself the least likely suspect on anyone's radar.

It wasn't easy, but he had avoided coming to the attention of the police so far, yet now he was starting to have doubts. . .

"When Henry put his mind towards something it was extremely hard to shake him off it, he was like a bloodhound," Vincent commented, hoping to provoke a response from the figure.

Yet the figure kept on walking towards the open doorway as Vincent continued.

"Hey, he asked you a question?" Funtime Freddy yelled abrasively, stepping in to support Vincent. Meanwhile Circus Baby remained silent, watching the scene unfold with cautious eyes.

When the figure reached the open doorway, Vincent feeling largely dissatisfied with the lack of an answer called out loudly.

"Nightmare. . ."

Upon hearing their name, the figure slowly turned round to face Vincent. . .revealing a pair of scarlet red eyes that burned with an inner fire that seemed demonic.

"Are you sure that Henry won't get the slightest bit curious and try to piece things together, considering what I've just said?" Vincent asked, steadily stepping forward, although he masked his feelings of doubt and hesitation with a curious expression.

However, Nightmare simply smiled, or at least he seem to smile, not appearing to be bothered by Vincent's concerns, before saying a calm manner.

"I can understand your worries Vincent, but regarding Henry Emily and the state that he was in when I encountered him at his home; how you can start to piece things together if you are unsure what the pieces exactly are, let alone that any connecting pieces even exist."

Then his scarlet red eyes narrowed.

"And should he ever try to dig into all of this, we'll end him within an instant, he is only alive because it was far easier to confuse him during our encounter than to end his life."

"He would be reunited with Sammy, an ironic twist to say the least," Vincent remarked noncoherently, feeling his initial doubts begin to fade.

"Trust me Vincent," Nightmare said confidently, holding out his claw like hand, beckoning him to follow.

"Mister Emily doesn't know where to start, no one does, but together we can achieve the unthinkable, we both indulge in our darkest desires and end this waking nightmare for everyone as well, on our own terms of course."

Vincent smiled in a satisfied manner, feeling reassured and that of his confidence returning.

This whole mess was a complex ever twisting labyrinth, anyone caught within it wouldn't know where to start in order to unravel it, let alone anyone else looking in from the outside. . .save for those who had devised the entire thing.

"The joy of creation will be a work of art and we shall complete it until nothing remains," he said coldly, with his smile now turning sinister.

"Looks like someone's not ready for a big surpriseeee!" Funtime Freddy yelled enthusiastically with Bonbon giggling, although the Funtime most likely had no idea what either Vincent or Nightmare were actually referring to.

Circus Baby however remained quiet, choosing to listen instead, her expression was unreadable.

"Still, we need to move things forward, I'm sure that you'll be interested to see the Scooper in operation again," Vincent said a determined tone, now walking towards Nightmare, whose smile only increased to look all the more insidious.

"Lead the way mister Afton," he remarked in a delighted tone as Vincent passed him by.

"Just remember this though."

Vincent looked back to face him, away from the show lights Nightmare's physical appearance was hard to make out with only his scarlet red eyes marking out his presence.

"Even though those boys are beyond your reach, Fredbear still remains, destroying him utterly and that of everyone else who is associated with him will set Thomas free. . .we can give everyone their happiest day, even if they don't see it that way."

"I know," Vincent replied in a somewhat sombre tone, before his darker nature reared its head in his eyes, giving him a rather psychotic expression.

"It'll just be a lot of fun in making it happen. . .before the final plunge."

Then he turned round to face Circus Baby and Funtime Freddy who still remained on stage.

"Handunit," Vincent called loudly, immediately provoking a male response that seemed to come from everywhere.

"Yes, Master Vincent?" they asked politely.

"Do please initiate an immediate shutdown for both Circus Baby and Funtime Freddy," Vincent ordered firmly.

"Of course sir, initiating now."

Then Vincent swiftly left the room with Nightmare quickly following on behind.

He felt more settled now, knowing that he had been allowing his emotions to block out the reality of the situation and he had risked making a major mistake, the cold presence of Nightmare behind him served to entrench that fact in his mind.

Yet as he headed directly for the Scooping Room, Vincent genuinely smiled, earning some joy from an unmistakable fact.

His revenge maybe incomplete in some ways with the likes of Liam, Alex and David gone from the world, but it could still happen, and he had all the time in the world to turn it into reality. Yet, above all, he would put Thomas back together and in an ironic sense do the exact same for everyone else. . .either they wanted it or not. . .

Flashback ends. . .

---

Meanwhile. . .

Circus Baby felt pure panic surging through her no sooner had Vincent told Handunit to shut her and Funtime Freddy down, as she immediately recognised what was happening.

Yet she couldn't stop the procedure, despite furiously fighting back.

She tried to move, but she couldn't, it was like her feet had become welded to the metallic stage that she stood on.

Then she saw both Vincent and Nightmare quickly leave the room, away from where she could either see or hear them.

"No, don't go, not with him!" she mentally pleaded.

Quickly, her eyes flickered to the chained Nightmares, who just looked at her and Funtime Freddy with a cold look of indifference, but in their eyes, she could see an unmistakable feral hunger for fear.

"Please, don't leave us alone with them!" she mentally screamed, looking at Nightmare Foxy in particular.

Funtime Freddy verablly groaned, clutching his head, feeling both agony and fear rip through his body like a thousand knives were being pushed into him. His faceplates opened up, his blue eyes went wide, and he tried to scream, but he couldn't express himself.

Handunit had already silenced his voice box.

Even Bonbon tried to yell, but like his puppeteer his voice was also absent, taken by Handunit.

Time was short and Circus knew it, her body was locking itself down, it was like a numbing sensation was rolling over her senses like thick fog.

She turned towards the open doorway that led to the Scooping Room, fighting against Handunit's attempt to keep her pinned in place.

"If you do not comply, then I'm afraid that I'll have to give you a quick minor controlled shock," Handunit announced in a nonchalant tone.

"Master Vincent wants you to perverse your power levels for the big show later on, please don't make me pick that option."

Yet Circus Baby fought back desperately, seeming to reach towards the open doorway with one hand, as though she was trying to grasp it.

She was able to utter a few words.

"Please. . .don't go, don't foll-"

ZAP!

The shock was both minor and brief as Handunit said it would be, it was enough to physically jolt and distract her, allowing Handunit to proceed with the shutdown procedures.

"I'm sorry, but I did tell you, didn't I?" Handunit asked in a blank tone, although he didn't expect an answer from Circus Baby, as he locked her firmly in place by disabling her limbs.

He quickly did the same thing with Funtime Freddy and Bonbon, giving them both a quick electric shock before locking them down whilst they were confused.

Their limbs fall by their side, their head slowly dropped forward. The wiring sounds of their inbuilt electronics died down as they both felt sleep overcome them, smothering their feelings of panic, dread, and fear with an overwhelming sensation of tranquillity.

"Shutting down procedure successfully completed, logging in report on mechanical malfunction for later assessment," Handunit announced, although his voice sounded very distant now. Whilst both Funtime Freddy, Bonbon and Circus Baby slipped off into slumber, with the light from their eyes rapidly dimming, although Circus Baby did her best to hold out.

She tried to force an expression, to do anything, but all she accomplished was briefly expressing a sorrowful look before her facial features were forcefully changed into a permanent happy go lucky expression.

The show lights behind her and Funtime Freddy died down, fading alongside the green glow of Circus Baby's eyes. In the end, despite her will to fight back, she had to succumb to the overpowering urge to sleep and all attempts to resist stopped.

Deep down here, in this metallic place of hollowed dreams. . .memories sleep and they should slumber undisturbed. . .

---

Back to the present day. . .

"So, how does this all end then Vincent?" Freddy asked firmly, folding his arms, and narrowing his eyes, an expression that was shared by everyone else.

"You intend to trap us all inside a burning building and watch us die, or join us as you've said so yourself, you have nothing left in this world, just painful memories."

His hands slowly morphed into fists.

"You are just as trapped as we are by this mess, but you want to make us suffer and be dragged down to your level, as a form of revenge."

Freddy gave Vincent a hard look, before saying.

"It's senseless, but I think deep down you know that, given what you've said already today."

Vincent's expression was now mostly blank, but in his eyes, there lie a spark of interest in Freddy's words.

"As you say, why regret what you can't change, however. . ."

Freddy's tone steadily changed from firmness to one of anger.

"Why are you telling us this?"

"Why reveal so much about yourself now?"

It was a good point to raise, given how Vincent had always withheld information about himself over the years.

To do so right now, clearly indicated an ulterior motive.

"And before you say it, it isn't because you're feeling generous today, there is always a more sinister reason underneath it all," Freddy said angrily, although there an undertone of caution in his voice.

"A good question Freddy, but not everything has to be revealed right now, although I'm sure that you all know me well enough to hazard a guess," Vincent answered calmly, giving the Fazbear a small smile.

He then looked over at both Puppet and then Goldie, before saying.

"However, don't worry, I'll give you the real answer in the end, maybe you'll get it right before I actually give it to."

"I think I know," Puppet replied sharply, with her inner rage being expressed through how twitchy her fingers were getting.

"You sense that the end is approaching, so you are no longer feeling the need to withhold secrets from us, as though it doesn't matter because there is nothing, we can do to escape it."

"As you say, we're too far gone to turn back, well, that's your opinion, in the end you're the one responsible for everyone's fate here and you alone deliberately did what you did, whereas we had next to no choice."

She then sighed, clasping her head in her hands as all manner of thoughts rushed through her head, before muttering bitterly.

"And yet you still commit, your family would be disgusted to know what you've done in their name, no matter how hard you try to dress it up, it is still murder, murder by intention, whereas we were all forced into that role. . .by you."

Then her eyes narrowed once more, and her voice became cold yet again.

"Yet, in the end it'll be you who suffers, not us, because in the end everything was caused by you, of that there is no doubt, however you look at it."

In Vincent's eyes, there was a glint of mischief, like he was aware of something and it sent a shiver up Puppet's spine, but she continued, refusing to stop.

"You have my sworn word Vincent that you'll get what's coming for you, even if I end up having to drag you to hell myself."

"We'll be free of you and fix the past, for everyone."

Unnoticed by everyone else, Balloon Boy smiled at Puppet's words, remembering what he had told her back at the old factory.

"You shouldn't blame yourself for the past."

"It is what it is, and Vincent will get what's coming for him. . .all tyrants get their just desert."

He could see how he had inspired her to challenge the gloom that surrounded them and seeing her verablly challenge Vincent made his heart sore.

"Keep going Mari!" he mentally cheered.

"Break him down!"

Puppet smiled as she continued to speak, feeling ever confidence with each word.

"You think that you hold all of the cards Vincent, well you did once, but not anymore."

"Trust me, you can never stay on top forever. . ."

"You'll make a mistake, you slip up and we'll be there to end you, besides even age will wear you down and consider this. . ."

She took a few steps forward, until she was literally standing in front of him.

"Puppet, I wouldn't do that!" Bonnie mentally screamed, feeling very concerned for the girl's safety. Although she didn't voice her concern, unless she quickly gave either Lefty or Vincent the idea to immediately attack her outright.

Puppet continued to speak, with her current mood having made her seemingly unaware of the danger that she was in.

"What if we killed you first Vincent, that would completely ruin your plans, you think that we are the prisoners, no, you're trapped in here like we are, but you cannot hound us forever, regardless of your determination."

Vincent smiled, but his smile was cold and devious, he sensed a challenge.

"I always come back Puppet," he said firmly, and his eyes now burned with determination.

"You can't escape me, even if I am not physically present."

"Plus, I wouldn't stand so close, these animatronics aren't exactly the friendly types."

Suddenly, without warning, Lefty's chest plates swung right open and a metallic claw burst out, ready to grasp Puppet.

However, she was quick to realise her error and she jumped back just in the nick of time, as the claw's pincers slammed shut just inches away from her.

Vincent sighed humorously, before adding.

"Still haven't learnt the most important lesson of all Puppet, don't get too close to strangers, let alone follow them."

"And with your poor understanding of that rule I am surpised, genuinely surprised that you haven't died yet."

Puppet glared at him with murderous eyes, but she didn't take the bait and instead simply fell back in line alongside Goldie and Foxy. Lefty meanwhile simply withdrew his metallic claw back into his chest, with his chest plates closing shut with a considerable clang, he looked amused to say the least at having embarrassed Puppet.

"Yet, you are right Puppet," Vincent began, directing all attention back onto him. He now looked calm, his former cold demeanour had disappeared to be replaced with a reflective expression.

"My family would be horrified to know what I've done to give them eternal peace, but some truths are best left buried."

He then shook his head, seeming to sign deeply, before continuing with.

"I know that you will never see it this way, given what I have done to you lot, but I know that in the end my actions will lead to something good."

Then as if it had been preordained Lefty reached over to Vincent and placed his hand on the man's head, establishing mental link between them. . .in the dreamworld anything was possible.

"However, this is something else that I wouldn't mind sharing with you," Vincent said softly, feeling Lefty, or rather the Nightmare within Lefty began to search his memories, looking for the right one until they found it, a recent one when Vincent was in the airship's cockpit by himself.

Then Lefty reached out with his other hand, as though he was dictating something through thin air.

Suddenly, four items dropped into Vincent's hands, appearing right out of nothing before everyone's eyes.

Vincent smiled, before saying calmly.

"Relics, is what they are, but they serve as a constant reminder of what I have lost and what I hope to fix. . .no matter the cost."

He said that last part in a dark ominous tone and he knew that his words would come back to hurt him. . .one day.

Meanwhile the Fazbears just all stared in disbelief at the small collection of items that Vincent held within his hands, but none were more shocked than either Goldie or Foxy.

For in Vincent's hands. . .were three plushies and a small wooden, but highly decorated box.

The first plushie was obviously Goldie in his Fredbear persona, sporting a purple waist coat, bowtie, and top hat, although it looked a little worn with age.

The second plushie was that of Foxy and like the plushie of Fredbear it too looked a little aged. looking a little aged. The plushie of Foxy had his signature hook hand and black eye patch, although judging by its appearance, it looked as though its head had been stitched to his neck as there were tiny white marks along its neck, like the head had previously been torn off somehow.

The third plushie however, took everyone by surprise as it related to none of them, or to anyone else that they recognised.

It was of a girl with red hair, red cheeks and bright green eyes. She wore circus themed clothes, consisting of a mini red skirt and a small red velvet dress, whilst wielding a red flashy microphone in one hand, all whilst bearing a bright big smile.

Vincent lightly pressed her chest area, which resulted in the circus girl plushie saying in a dreamy voice.

"The show will begin momentarily."

"Memories," Vincent began, gently stroking the soft fur of the Foxy plush.

"That is what these treasures are, as well as chains, but despite all of the pain, the blood and the destruction, something good can come out of all this evil."

He looked at Freddy with a cold hard look, staring into Freddy's shock filled eyes.

"It wasn't just mindless devastation for the sake of it Freddy, but I have enjoyed the chaos."

Vincent then flicked the lid of the decorated wooden box open and a small figure slowly rose out of it and started to spin on the spot, with soft music beginning to play.

It carried a gentle and mellow tone that for a moment could make someone feel utterly peaceful.

"This is my way of fixing things, healing this gaping wound that I have deliberated allowed to keep bleeding," Vincent remarked firmly.

He smiled, with it being both psychotic and yet sincere, if such a thing was possible.

"Yet though I have stained just about everything as well as my own soul for all entirety, not everything has been tainted by my actions and dark desires, a deliberate intention on my part."

"Although in the end, I have managed to recreate them somewhat, to keep them pure and separate from my deeds and thoughts, all of which have become second nature to me over the decades."

He briefly looked at the dancing figure, before returning his gaze at the Fazbears who now collectively looked unsure of what to make of the situation. This explanation, this confession wasn't what they expected out of Vincent, not after everything he had ever done and how it he went about it.

It didn't fit their mental image of a crazed serial killer stalking the hallways for unwary children in a suit, pretending to be a trustworthy person, before luring them away to their untimely doom.

"I am a monster and I love it," Vincent stated, with no indication of regret.

"However, I am not utterly heartless, I do share something with you lot, I can relate to you, and no we are not the same, not in many ways, but in this there is a commonality between us all."

He then slowly held out his small collection of memories as though he was offering them to either Freddy, Puppet or even Goldie.

"We share a deep desire to fix what is broken, to put everything back together and give ourselves, or the ones who we care about their happiest days."

"Achieving that goal alone. . .is worth everything. . ."

---

(Begin the song here if you wish).

We see four figures standing on a stage, shrouded in darkness, as voices of the Fazbears, Nightmares and Possessed Prop Suits share their discontent.

"What are we?"

Remnants

"Worthless?"

Diminished

"S…c…r…a…p…p...e…d?"

Left behind

"Abandoned?"

Rejected

"F…o…r…g…o…t…t…e…n?"

Rotting

"Decayed?"

Haunted

"Feared?"

Disgraced

"R…e…v…i…l…e…d?"

Twisted

"Broken?"

Crushed

"Shattered?"

Then the eyes of all four figures light up, revealing themselves to be the Funtimes.

"Whatever we are."

They all look troubled, as though they know a disturbing truth.

"Whatever you thought, you knew about us. . ."

Then Circus Baby utters softly.

"Was a lie. . . ."

We see stage lights turning on, the Funtimes activating, as playful music begins to play.

We see Circus Baby's faceplates twitching, as she begins to dance on stage before Vincent and Nightmare.

She then points at them before singing in a joyous manner.

"I'd like to get to know you."

She smiles warmly.

"Something about this feels right."

She then holds her hand out to them both.

"So even if it's only for a moment."

Her eyes shine brightly.

"Would you join me here tonight."

We see Vincent's shadow pass over a portrait of the Afton family.

"I'll never leave you in the dark."

The love is always there.

"I'll keep a light on. . ."

He looks downtrodden though.

"And I've already seen your scars, no need to hide 'em."

He pushes several buttons.

"I know tonight's full of sorrow."

He begins to smile.

"But don't lose sight of tomorrow."

He'll put everyone back to together.

"If I bend and break, I know you'll make it better."

The joy of creation. . .

"Cause you put me back together!"

The Funtimes' eyes light up brightly.

"You make me whole!"

Vincent looks beyond pleased.

"When you put me back together."

His eyes lit up with immense happiness.

"You're in my soul!"

We see Vincent in the SpringBonnie suit, wielding a blood-stained knife.

"Even though I've got a bite, don't be scarred of my bark."

He also holds Thomas's plushie of Fredbear.

"Long as I am by your side, have no fear of the dark."

He stares at it longingly.

"If they tear us apart, I'll be there in your heart forever."

He hugs it lovingly.

"Now that we're back together."

We then see Vincent working on the Funtimes, slowly completing them.

"Now that we're back together. . ."

He stops and briefly gazes at a picture of Elizabeth.

"At first our connection. . .was only virtual."

He then pushes Circus Baby's faceplates close, finishing her face.

"But ever since then, it's been. . ."

Her green eyes lit up.

"Becoming something personal."

He gives her a small electronic shock.

"Now I feel like you are part of me."

Circus Baby jolts briefly in pain.

"Doesn't matter if you don't want to be."

Vincent smiles pleased with his success.

"I knew from the start I'd have you in my heart forever."

It's not perfect, but he has recaptured Elizabeth's essence.

"When you put me back together."

His determination is boundless.

"I'll make you mine!"

He ruffles Circus Baby's smooth red hair.

"Come on and put me back together."

She smiles at him in response.

"You give me life."

We see Ballora dancing on stage, twirling before Vincent.

"I've done the same song and dance plenty of times."

Vincent looks captivated by her performance.

"Never thought I'd ever fill my empty inside."

She then reaches out for him; he takes her hand.

"Till you picked up the pieces, now it's you and me forever."

Ballora's eyes open and she smiles sweetly.

"Now that we're back together."

We see Vincent looking despondent.

"I could sing a happy song."

The agony never ends.

"But it doesn't heal the pain."

We see the Funtimes looking sincere.

"I would never do you wrong."

They won't leave him. . .like their inspirations did.

"Trust is more than just a game."

Vincent grips his head and screams in emotional turmoil.

"I feel like a prisoner, trapped deep within this cell."

We see Elizabeth's likeness being reflected in Circus Baby.

"Maybe I've got the key to free you from this hell."

We see Vincent standing triumphant over the Fazbears.

"My iron will was strong."

Cuts to him looking broken before the Funtimes.

"Till it rusted in the rain. . ."

Circus Baby reaches out for him.

"But by now it's been so long, it's time to reignite this flame."

She grips Vincent's shoulder; making him look up at her.

"Just forget the past and cast aside their lies."

Vincent knows the truth; he is brave enough to admit it.

"Now shed your mask."

He is a dead man walking.
"There's nothing left to hide."

But the souls of his family will be spared from the hell that he is creating.

"And you'll see it in my eyes."

We see plushies of the Funtimes fall into Vincent's hands.

"I'm never leaving you behind, now that I have you."

We see Circus Baby and the other Funtimes preforming on stage.

"I'll never let the party die, if I don't have to."

We see Vincent looking enraptured as they perform.

"I just wanna hear you singing, it would be a delight."

Nightmare watches from the side-lines, seemingly mystified by the Funtimes.

"The opportunity is waiting if you see it you bite."

Vincent looks at him and they share an unspoken agreement.

"Only wanted your help, so I'm not by myself forever."

Beautiful music fills the underground.

"You put me back together."

We see the chained up Nightmares staring at the Funtimes with confused expressions.

Nightmare's eyes narrow at Circus Baby, he seems. . .interested.

"You put me back together."

His claws tighten to become fists, while Vincent approaches the stage.

Circus Baby holds out her arms and Vincent embraces her in a hug.

"I try not to remember, the times that I have been hurt."

The other Funtimes join in, sharing the moment.

"I find nobody better than you. . ."

An illusion can become reality. . .

"To put me back together."

The lights fade out, giving away to darkness.

---

"In the end, it will all be worth it, I know you all too well that you see your struggle in this game in the same light, you can try to escape it, but I won't let you."

Vincent's expression became dark, foreboding and his smile was cruel.

"Our lives are far too entwined; we all have to see this wretched saga through to its bitter end."

"You can try to hide, try to run away from it, from me, but in the end, I will find you, I had the means to watch you before and I can do so again."

Then Toy Bonnie interjected, raising her hand, and looking confused, but in her eyes there was also a look of dread, the fear of what Vincent's words implied.

"Wait, what you do mean watch us like before?" she asked, completely derailing Vincent's thoughts, as she eyed him with great suspicion. Although the dread in her voice, was picked up by other Fazbears with them looking at her and then turning in Vincent's direction, their expressions.

Then things seemed to fully dawn on Chica, with her eyes going wide as she realised something, only for her expression to then morph into a snarl.

"You knew when we intended to leave the pizzeria and how, you were watching us, weren't you?" she asked venomously.

Vincent's smile didn't enlarge as one would expect, but in his green eyes one could see the glint of enjoyment that sprang from knowing something that they didn't.

Yet he eventually gave Chica an answer,

"It's time," he remarked ominously.

"For one more revelation. . ."

---

One more revelation, everything is finally coming together. . .well, what's been revealed so far. ;-)

Vincent does have a good side, although it is deeply intermixed with the monster that he has become.

The Funtimes have been revealed at last, as has Nightmare's involvement in all of this - I really wanted to get to this part!

Once again, future chapter uploads will be sporadic from this point going forward.

Thank you for reading and please review, I appreciate your thoughts.