Hours earlier: Elanor's Pizza Rentals
"You want to go THERE, master!?" the Mimic asked.
"Oh yes. They want scary, I'll give them scary," The springtrap answered.
"But sir, don't you want me to scout the area? It could be a trap."
"A bigger trap than me?"
"Master"
"Alright, I'll be blunt. Even if this is a trap, even if those brats decided to jump me, I would still look forward to it."
Mimic's eyes widen. "But why?"
"*sigh* Tell me, mimic, do you like scary movies?"
"I believe we've been in one since 1983."
"Hehehehehe. Alright, here's a better question. What's your favorite scary movie?"
"Umm…Scream, most likely."
"Scream? Scream…Never heard of it."
"Well, to be frank, you were sealed up by the time it came out, and one of the killers reminded me of you."
The springtrap raised his eyebrow. "Of me?"
"Especially in terms of appearance."
The springtrap was silent, then started laughing "Hmph, hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC! I LOOK LIKE A CINEMATIC SERIAL KILLER!"
The Mimic looked at the still-laughing springtrap. "Sounds like I should introduce you to the movie."
"YOU FUCKING BETTER MIMIC! FOR! SO! LONG! THANKS TO THAT CORPSE RIGHT THERE!" Springtrap points to the dead David Miller: "Each time I pretended to be him, I end up being called a real live version OF THAT STUPID DOG FOOD EATING HIPPY!"
Mimic then remembered what Micheal said to him as Vanessa: "A damn good impression of shaggy Rogers."
Springtrap stops laughing and turns to Mimic with a smile on his face. "Mimic, I already had to share my existence with one cowardly loser, and now that I'm finally free from him, I don't want another one. So if you still want to be my partner, I suggest you NEVER say that name again in front of my presence."
"Yes, sir."
"Now where was I…Oh yeah. Here's my favorite scary movie. Or should I say movies: Psycho, Black Christmas, The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, Halloween, A Nightmare on Elm Street, and the Friday the 13th sequels"
"With all due respect, how do they relate to why you want to walk into a literal death trap?"
"Patience, my apprentice, I'll get there, but first, I need a little refresher on my overall motivation and why I kill. Hehehehe. Since Big Bill's action formed me, I could feel David's anger and desire to take control and hurt those who hurt him. All of those emotions formed but suppressed because of his pet bitch of his wife and her father, Clara Ragland. It was torture until 1983 when I was finally free due to the death of David Evan Miller Jr by my Michael John Miller. With that freedom, I could do what David was always too afraid to do and repay the Amelius with agony."
"With Charlie being the first," Springtrap nods
"It was the first time I ever felt alive, but after that invigorating night, I was SUPPRESSED AGAIN!" Springtrap shouted, "My first night of freedom, and all I had to express was playing messenger to that Mill boy. He even went as far as to feel the euphoric feeling that I CREATED! It was that moment when I realized that I'm nothing more than an excuse to that man." Springtrap turns to David with venom seething in his voice. "Such a coward so pathetic that he had a split personality to help him function his emotions." He turned back to the Mimic. "I was willing to use my freedom to feel that euphoric feeling again, and being bound to HIM will not stop me. While he had to run an independent robotic company, I watched scary movies to research creative kills and how to be free like a killer. Psycho, Black Christmas, and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre provided me with the fundamentals, but Halloween and A Nightmare on Elm Street. Hehehehehe. Showed me what evil truly looks like WITHOUT any excuses holding them back."
"So before the opening night, you'll watch a few movies and take notes."
"Especially the new ones. The old ones were fun, and I would have replaced those killings with teens or adults" Springtrap then snarled, "If it weren't for that coward's WEAK ASS BODY!"
POUND!*
He slams his fist on the table and says that last word: "I had to start small, so with the inspiration from Michael Miller, I started with kids, and what's the best place to find my targets than Freddy Fazbear Pizza? Besides, if I can't have my complete freedom, he can't have his "Precious pizzeria" period."
"So you killed them so you could take it all away from him."
"Exactly! I initially wanted to display my handiwork on public display, but at the time, David would have the perfect motive, so the corpses had to be robot food. Though I genuinely thought he would be happy that I ruined the Ameilius in the process, ISN'T THAT RIGHT, MY WORTHLESS OTHER HALF!?" He turned to the corpse again. "AFTER ALL I DONE FOR YOU, YOU PUT ME IN A BOX FOR 20 YEARS!? IF IT WEREN'T FOR THE FACT THAT I'M FINALLY REMOVED FROM YOU, I WOULD REDUCED YOUR CORPSE AS A FLOOR STAIN!" Then back to Mimic: "In case you can't tell, I have no respect for this guy, and my mid-term goal was to become a free will of my being and not just a creature of the night."
"That's why you call yourself William Afton." Springtrap nods. "So clear cut? You kill to be the next Michael Myers and Freddy Krueger?"
"Not just the next Michael Myers and Freddy Krueger, the next Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, and Jason Voorhes."
"Immortality"
Springtrap smiles, "Oh, yes. In each 13th sequel I watched, I witnessed Jason go through so much beating that to return to the 6th movie; he became an unkillable zombie. I always thought power level was a pipe dream until the quirky rumors of the animatronics started spurring."
"Which is why you began to sabotage Eleanor's Pizza Rentals, but each time you do so, David would sabotage your sabotage, especially when Elizabeth keeps triggering him."
Springtrap growls. "ANNOYING ENDEVOR, that would have made me quit if it weren't for you. A confrontation was inevitable, but the payoff was so worth it. Now, between this new body, the animatronic in this factory, and the amount of remnant I harvest, I want to see how far I've come since that year…"
Present
Michael had been through so much since 1983, from being arrested to being outcasted, dying, and reborn as a robot. He always thought that any anger he felt would be towards himself for being the source of his family's strife, but ever since he learned about Afton, his rage burned harder and harder. Now that it's reaching its zenith, this is the first time he ever felt fury for someone other than him.
"You inhumane fucking monster. You killed those kids so you can live your dreams AS A SLASHER VILLAIN!?"
"It's either that or try to pretend that all of those murders were to bring back the victim who started everything." Michael froze as the Springtrap showed him a jar. In it is a fluid, and floating inside it are two scrums. The jar has a label called Dave Sr and Dave Jr. "That's right. I can bring your brother back, along with your father."
Micheal had enough. 'put them down.'
"Huh? What do you say?"
"PUT THEM DOWN!"
PUNCH!*
Micheal then throws a punch at Springtrap, but it goes through.
[Rainy Day]
And multiple images went through his head. Most of them are unpleasant ones.
"GAURGH!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! SHIT! That was a good joke. Want to know mine? I WAS HIDING SOMEWHERE THE WHOLE TIME!"
"YOU COWARD!"
"Hey, I'm only being pragmatic here. You've seen the many people who want me dead? Yikes."
"YOU ARE GOING TO COME DOWN HERE SO I CAN SKULL FUCK YOU AND BURN YOUR AGONY IN THE FIRE"
"Oh scary, you just don't get it, do you? You've given me everything. Big Bill may have created me, and Henry cultivated me, but you. You were the key. You freed me from Dave's mind. Hell, you inspired me. If the bite had never happened, all those kids would still be alive. We're both tainted, not just with blood, but with the fact that we're the only ones who we should care about. Why bother dealing with cry babies who would die at some point or another? Can't you understand what I'm saying? Not even Mimic earned that much of my gratitude. I even repaid you by having Mimic scooped you."
"REPAID!?"
"Humanity is a stagnant chore! Prone to death! I gave you a better body! A better mind! And once I turn the Daves and Clara into animatronics, you'll have a better life! No more nightmares about the 83 bite, no more living off your days as a convicted criminal, and no more passing seconds that you broke your entire family all because you wanted attention because you certainly have my attention. Don't you see? I'm giving you a second chance to express our right to cause pain and agony to those mortals and live on into godhood because, let's face the biggest fact in the horror genre: Every victim dies but the killers. Everyone dies but us! Because once that smoke clears, WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK TO WRITE THE SEQUEL IN BLOOD! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Michael's mind is racing as the springtrap laughs. There's no denying that he feels nothing but regret for 1983 and wants to undo it, but the worst part about all this is that no matter what he thinks about Springtrap, he can't help but feel…Tempted: Tempted to take that chance to press the undo button. Even if it meant being by the Springtrap's side, his family would be alive again. So why the hesitation?
"Did any of us ask to be animatronics?"
Oh, that's why. At that moment, Micheal's mind flashes back to the 5th night when he confronted Cassidy by pretending to be that monster.
"Nope…"
The flashback played out precisely as Micheal remembered, except a change was happening. Mike's skin was getting more purple, Cassidy was out of his animatronic, and the ghost of every single victim of William Afton, directly or indirectly, started to appear in front of Micheal. By the time the flashback reaches the end, Micheal looks similar to William Afton.
"...THEN WHY!?"
"Because I had an ax to grind. Meaning I was using you all for my benefit. I'm the ax," The ghosts ready their attacks, only to "AND YOU'RE THE GRINGSTONE! HAHAHAHAHA!"
"BAST-HUH!?" at that moment, multiple chains popped out of what's revealed to be animatronics behind the all struggled, struggled as the purple guy who was once Micheal Miller laughed like a lunatic."YOU BASTARD!YOU BASTARD! WE'LL KILL YOU! WE'LL FUCKING KILL YOU IF IT MEANS 30 MORE YEARS OF IMPRISONMENT! DO YOU HEAR US!? DO YOU FUCKING HEAR US!? WILLIAM AFTON!?" The laughing continues until he hears a sound that had scared him for life since 1983
*CRUNCH!*
"SPRINGTRAP!" Micheal is back in reality: "I HAVE ENOUGH! OF YOUR FUCKING WEIRD, FUCKING RAMBLING SHIT! GIVE ME MY BROTHER AND FATHER!"
The Springtrap's voice gets dark. "No. You have completely forgotten why I named myself William Afton. For that, I want to play a game. By now, you should know about the night guards, right? The only reason why you survived five nights at Freddy's is because of three things: One, you brought equipment; two, the kids wanted answers; and three, Mimic. There was no way you could chop them all up if you did. Let alone one. However, this time, things are different here. I'll be sending out more phantoms of me, and you must find the real me because if you touch the wrong me, I'll not only throw you a metal piercing knife, but before that, I'll give you a dose of agonizing memories OF ME KILLING THOSE KIDS AND NIGHTGUARDS, IN THEIR PERSPECTIVE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Realizing what this means, Mike sits down in the chair for one last night at Freddy's. "I have to pinpoint his location, but how? And how can I deal with those phantoms?"
Through the controls, Mike realized that the oxygen levels varied from room to room due to Fazbear Fright's "up to code" inspection. His mind then flashed back to the fifth night he was up against Cassidy.
5th night
"...Where did she come from, and why did I feel so suffocated?"
Present
"Because they can mess with oxygen."
Mike started flipping from room to room and the ventilation system as well. He does this until he finds an area with the most oxygen.
"FOUND YOU!"
Michael was running. Everywhere he went, he could hear his laugh. Suddenly, the phantoms started following him. Mike was unaware of this until a phantom jumpscares him.
"SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Mike jumps back. "WOAH! WHAT THE-" and a phantom behind him envelops him
[Rainy day]
Game Over
Mike is now in a less abandoned-looking Pizzeria with a nametag called Ralph Bell. He's making a phone recording as banging is heard at the door. "Hello, hello! Hey! Hey, wow, day four. I knew you could do it. Uh, hey, listen. I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow."
BANGING!*
"Uh, it's-it's been a bad night here…"
BANGING!*
"..for me. Um,"
BANGING!*
"I-I'm kinda glad that I recorded my messages for you when, Uh, when I did."
BANGING!*
"Uh, hey, do me a favor. Uh"
BANGING!*
"maybe sometime, uh, you tell my daughter Coppelia that I love her,
BANGING!*
b-b-but before that, you could, uh, check inside those suits...
BANGING!*
...uh in the back room?"
BANGING!*
"Uh, I'm going to try to hold out until someone...checks."
BANGING!*
"Maybe it won't be so bad.
KITCHEN CLATTER AND BANGING!*
"Yeah, I-I-I-I always wondered what was in all those empty heads…"
( /GZOOx40rE3k?si=q3cr8wNZUNkNfA36)
"..back there, You know."
BREAK!*
"IT'S! ME!"
"Oh no."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAFTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!"/"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Present
Mike is now screaming in agony, and after a few seconds, the memory stops. Giving him a sense of reprieve if it weren't for a knife throw landing a direct hit on the back by the Springtrap himself
[Slasher]
*STAB!*
"GAUGH!"
Springtrap laughs
"FOOL! Did you think that my phantoms would stay put? That I'LL stay put!?" Mike froze in shocked horror. This means that the phantoms will be an onslaught no matter where he goes, and even if he does go back to the computer room, Springtrap will have enough time to get to a remote location. "It seems you just realized the "fairness" of my game, meaning that I won round one, and it's time for round two, but first, here is some variety and a new set of rules."
*Snap*
On cue, the phantoms changed their appearance, from looking like Springtrap to looking like the burnt animatronics from the 5th night. "Let's see if you survive, AN ONSLAUGHT OF RAINY DAYS!"
The phantoms strike at Mike, making him scream at the agonizing memories. "They're just memories. Only memories. Meaning that I have to block them-"
[Slasher]
*STAB!*
"GYAUGH!"
Springtrap, however, proceeds to throw knives at him once it looks like he's resisting the memories, even if it's a little. "COME ON MIKEY BOY! DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU EXPECTED ME NOT TO GIVE YOU ANY ADDITIONAL AGONY!"
"DAMN! MOTHERFUCKER!" Mike tried repeatedly, but the results were the same every time. At this point, Mike accumulated enough knives to imitate a porcupine. "WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU EVEN GET YOUR KNIVES FROM!?"
"Well, that's a stupid question; I'm a slasher villain like you. Where DON'T I get my knives?"
Michael is now twitching. "Do NOT say that I'm like you."
"Oh? That's a bold and hypocritical thing to say. Want to ask little Davy Jr about the subject matter?"
Something inside of Mike snaps as he proceeds to grab the knives lodged into them and throws them in multiple directions, hitting the phantoms, activating Rainy Day on the spot of the hit, and doing this until there's one left as the knife hits the head.
"GAH!"
Mike races to the real Springtrap.
[Speed Song]
"I GOT YOU, PURPLE BASTARD!"
[Unscrew]
One of Mike's hands started spinning. He plans to use this to land a devastating punch to the suit, but at the last second, Springtrap smirks.
[Springlocks]
*MULTIPLE SNAPS!*
*CRUNCH!*
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
The floor crumbled as four pieces of metal roses from it and snapped onto Mike. Springtrap smirks. "Congratulations, Mikey, you've joined the Miller's rite of passage by being Springlocked to death. Well, this will be your final death anyway. Whether you join me or not, whether you embrace the agony building up on you or not, Your time is up." Springtrap turns to leave
'No…YOU CAN'T GO!"
"What? You expect me to keep fighting you? Like I said before, little Mikey, you are not Laurie Strode. Find me the next Frazbear has a grand opening *chuckles* If there will be one AFTER THIS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"No…No! NO!"
"SPRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGTRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
Earlier: Fazbear Frights Outskirts
"...This ends for all of us. End communication"
The Outskirts stood still for several seconds, possibly minutes, as Henry's feed ended the recording. The only sound that's being heard is the crying of the adults who lost their kids to this Spring Trapping monster. Fazbear corporation employees are horrified by what they cultivated, like Doug, and silently weep; others, like Jennifer, are in a state of fear. Not because of Springtrap or any chance that at least one of the lost ghostly Fazkids will haunt them for their coverups over the years; it's because the now agitated crowd will turn into an angry, angry, ANGRY mob. Jennifer registers this as she slowly turns to the blood-boiling faces of the masses and police officer Abigail.
"I may not know exactly what's going on, but that was OBVIOUSLY a confession." With a flat tone, the officer started speaking, "So you explain all of this?"
With the fakest smile she ever smiled, she could only say two words: "Ta…Da?"
"GET! THAT! BITCH!"
The mass begins to riot as multiple police officers hold them back, but this time, the blockade isn't working. Taking the opportunity, Jennifer and the rest of the amoral Fazbear employees made a run for it.
"WE NEED BACKUP! I REPEAT, WE NEED BACKUP! SPREAD THE WORD THAT FREDDY FAZBEAR ENTERTAINMENT IS UNDER ARREST FOR THE COVERUPS OF MULTIPLE MURDERS!" Abigail yelled at the radio as she chased after them; she had one thought, and her mind flashed back to Vanessa on the screen, with a tear strolling down her cheek and a small smile. "Thank you, old friend."
Elsewhere in the distance is a brown-coated man. Besides him, there is a robot that can fit in his palm, and in front of the robot is a control panel with multiple screens. The man smiles as the fire burns Fazbear Frights. "Now, the real fun begins."
Present: Fazbear Frights
Michael is now trapped in Springtrap's spring-locking death trap. Thanks to the Rainy day clouds, he could remember the memories. Memories of being jumpscared. Memories of realizing that an entire skeleton was replaced by an Endo one. Memories of being lured and told that ice cream is on sale, only to receive a claw attached to a prison of servos, wires, and gears. Memories of being taken to a party room, only to be slaughtered mercilessly. Memories of taking a beating from a shovel. Memories of spending the final moments of life running, hiding, fighting, and screaming for life after being tricked into believing that a loved one is still alive. Memories of being locked out, taken to the alleyway and beaten to death, but the biggest ones are Memories of being stuffed. No matter which memory he goes, he'll always see the same ending each time. A Fazbear character takes their victims to an empty suit and stuffs them with a sickening, spring-locking sound
*CRUNCH!*
This keeps happening again and again until he sees himself in a circus of death and agony with a sign that reads: Blood Fest. The circus music is replaced with a cacophony of screams, pictures of a purple man with a slasher smile, and a statue of his greatest shame—himself stuffing Dave Jr. in Fredbear. The statue has a sign below: To our founder, Michael Afton.
Drop!*
"Heheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh. Hahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahhaha. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH!"
Michael finally loses it as he drops to his knees, laughing like a madman as he accepts the horrific reality of what he had created in 1983. A reality he was trying to ignore since his first robotic night at Henry's, and if that wasn't enough, a demonic voice rang out
"Murderer"
Michael turns and sees a pitch-black version of Freddy. He looks like the old fabric-clothed Shadow Freddy from the parts and service room of the pizzeria. Except this one is more organic and alive
"Why? Why did you kill them?"
Michael was silent momentarily, then answered with a broken smile, "Why!? WHY!? IT'S THE SAME REASON WHY MY BROTHER DIED! *Mad laughter!* It was just a prank…I didn't want him to die; I didn't want anyone to die. I just wanted to be noticed, I was tired of being ignored, IT WAS JUST A FUCKING PRANK!" Michael laughs as tears stroll down his face out of hopelessness. Shadow Freddy responded with a slap to the face
SLAP!*
"Shut. Up. You are a selfish. Purple. Fucking. Guy. You killed them, stuffed them, and you have the gall to fight like you're some noble hero? You're a slasher, Michael Afton. A slasher since 1983, and even if you accept Springtrap's offer, that will never change. You're on a highway to hell and need to be in the driver's seat." Micheal's head went up. "It's time to stop pretending; it's time to stop trying to seek forgiveness because even though you had enough morals to feel regret, you still killed them. You still butchered them. And now you bear the Afton name. You can forget calling yourself a Miller because no Miller could ever do what must be done at this moment, and that moment is to make sure that the next person you see suffers a horrific death. I can help you, but you must let me out."
"Who are you?"
The organic Shadow Freddy smiles as he extends his paw. "I. Am. Agony"
Hearing this makes Mike glare in disgust. However, he looked around the circus, then back at the bear. He then sighs. Knowing that no matter what he does, he will always be associated with the man behind the slaughter because he inspired the slaughter.
"I…I submit."
"ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!" the bear grabs Michael and swallows him whole.
Springtrap was walking away from the spring-locked trap and thinking about how to escape from the Flame trap.
Crumble!*
He looks up as the pieces of the ceiling start to fall. He raised his eyebrow. "Ah, poor Henry. All that hard work to kill me, and it couldn't amount to shit. He should have known that in a story like this, the slasher always comes-"
BANG!*
"Huh?"
BANG!*
Springtrap turned around to see one of the trap's metallic pieces bulging.
BANG!*
It bulged again.
"What the fu-"
*BURST!*
"HOLY SH-"
*TEAR!*
The bulging metallic piece flew across the room and slammed into Springtrap's left side, resulting in his forearm tearing clean off. He bleeds purple blood as he looks at the wall where the metal crushed his arm, then back to the trap as someone or something starts walking out of it. Looking at the former trap victim, he was shocked by what it looked like. The creature looked like a nightmarish version of Fredbear from Micheal's final night at Freddy's, except his fur is pitch black, and his purple accessories are replaced with yellow.
"*Whistle* Now you're getting it; I love the new look, too; that's exactly the kind of animatronics I would make if I didn't share a body. Honestly, I'm a little disappointed about your face not being white, but progress is progress. You even claimed my arm; even if it is salvageable, I would let you have it as a trophy. Let's reopen that offer."
Springtrap extends his hand, but the nightmarish creature stands still
"What's the matter, Mister...Nightmare? Talkative as Myers? *snicker* You don't have to speak; take my hand. Come on, Father? Won't you shake your son's sinful hand?"
This nightmarish creature spoke. "White…Face…Myers…Father…Son…Sinful Hand. All of those things are true for both you and me. 1983 was supposed to be a comedy, but the bite, no. The kiss of death that I made tainted the year pitch black as tar, with tainted children, tainted mascots, and then there's us…Sleeping on the bones and blood we shed, as all slashers always do. Knowing full well that we don't have the right to wake up to see another day. There's no point in pretending anymore, so I will make you." The nightmare shows his teeth. MY FINAL KISS! SPRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGTRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" Nightmare bare his fangs, and prepares his bite on the monster of his creation
[MEGA BITE/ [Spring Jump]
*BOING!/ *CHOMP!*
Unfortunately, Springtrap jumped up and avoided the bite. Nightmare registers this as Springtrap lands. The former sends a one-eyed glare as his head turns slightly, while the latter wags his finger.
"Not cool, Nighty. Why didn't you tell me we're playing Freddy vs Jason?" Nightmare tries again
[MEGA BITE/ [Spring Jump]
*BOING!/ *CHOMP!*
The results are the same: "I would have done this sooner."
[MEGA BITE]
Nightmare tries one more time
*SLAM!*
only for the metal piece from the spring-locking death trap slamming at the pitch-black bear. The bear is now at a wall as the purple blood from earlier starts to bleed unnaturally. From the injured stump, the blood moves to the severed arm as if it has a mind of its own. It swirls like a spring coil, and like a power cord to an outlet, the blood connects, and after a couple of bounces from the two arm joints, they snap back together into place. Springtrap got his arm back.
"Like I said, Jason Voorhees, Freddy. Kruger."
*Snap!*
With a Snap of his fingers, all of the metallic pieces from the trap wrapped around the nightmare. Springtrap points at the now metal-encased bear, and as he lifts his arm, the encased bear starts to float. Springtrap moved his arm to the left, and his trapped opponent floated to the left
*SLAM!*
Springtrap moved his arm to the right, and his trapped opponent floated to the right
*SLAM!*
Then up
*SLAM!*
Then down
*SLAM!*
Then multiple directions
*MULTIPLE SLAMS!*
Springtrap just gave the Nightmare the pinball treatment "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WELCOME TO MY MOVIE PAL! NOW I KNOW HOW THE DREAM DEMON FELT WHEN HE THRASHED THE CRYSTAL LAKE KILLER IN THE DREAM WORLD!"
[JUMPSCARE]
*BURST!*
"ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!"
Nightmare busted out of his metallic shackles and jumped scared Springtrap onto the floor, but not only was he unfazed, but he proceeded to use his legs to propel the nightmare of him.
[Springjump]
BOING!*
Nightmare flew in the air for a few seconds before landing on the ground
*THUD!*
Springtrap then hops on each leg with his arms stretched out. "THIS SUIT WAS ORIGINALLY CALLED SPRINGBONNIE FOR A REASON, YOU KNOW THAT!? HAHAHAHAHA!"
Nightmare growls, but before he strikes, he sees falling pebbles in front of him
Crumble!*
He looks up and sees that the ceiling is going to cave in. Looking at the still-laughing rabbit, he smirks and jumps to the ceiling
[UNSCREW 2]
*PUNCH!*
Springtrap, who was still laughing, stops and looks up to see the falling rocks
[Speed Song]
*ZOOM!*
*CRUMBLE!*
"WHAT ARE YOU, STUPID? YOU JUST BUILT YOURSELF A FLAMING GR-"
*BURST!*
Springtrap was interrupted by a still-surviving Nightmare who, despite being buried in a burning rubble of rocks, metal, and flames, not only stood but was now covered in flames. Though he was melting and feeling scorching pain, he still pressed on to fight. Springtrap, on his part, stopped smiling as a fearful realization hit him.
"I'm fighting a Jason Voorhees. I'M FIGHTING A JASON VOORHEES!"
[Plush trap]
Springtrap opened his mouth and launched miniature versions of himself toward the bear
[FREDDLES] Nightmare does the same; the difference is that instead of miniature versions of Springtrap, miniature versions of himself were launched, and they were on fire. The two minis clashed as they clawed and bit each other into pieces. Taking advantage of the confusion, Springtrap started running, leaving the nightmare behind
"THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I WAS TRYING TO TURN ELEANOR'S PIZZA RENTALS INTO A REMNANT FARM! DAMN YOU, ELIZABETH, IF YOU HAVEN'T INTERFERED, I WOULD OF BE ON HIS LEVEL OF SURVIVAL-"
WARP!*
The nightmare appears in front of Springtrap
[ FLAMESCARE]
"ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!"
He then jumpscares Springtrap onto the floor again, only this time, the fire left from his mouth burns Springtrap.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
[Spring Jump[Fire extinguisher]
Springtrap again used his legs to push the nightmare off him, and Nightmarehe flamed. "He even got the moves like a slasher; this is even worse. I used the fire extinguishers when the trap first ignited. The second was when I made music, man. Third was during my tunneling, which ate up most of my supply. Now I'm officially running out of the stuff. I am SO going to make mince meat from that daddy's girl brat," Springtrap growls. "Still, he's agony like me. Even if he can use fire, he is still weakened by it. Otherwise, that would have been his first move. So the chance of him using it again is-"
[Rainy day 2]
Springtrap's thoughts were interrupted as the flames returned to him
"GYAH! WHAT THE!?"
[Fire extinguisher]
Springtrap tries to put out the flames, but they still burn
"STILL HERE!?"
[Fire extinguisher]
He tries again
[Fire extinguisher]
and again
[Fire extinguisher]
he tried multiple times until he officially ran out
"WHY ISN'T THIS WORKING!?"
It's because earlier, after landing on the ground, a particular gas leaves Nightmare and envelops Springtrap, making him experience the flames from earlier. Nightmare cast an onslaught of powerful Rainy Days on Springtrap.
"Welcome to the end of our movie, my creation. Where those who live like a slasher die like a slasher."
[Freddles]
Nightmare's Freddles launched from his mouth and hit the ceiling. Making everything crumble around them until there's only a ring of fire, and in it is him and Springtrap. He walks slowly
"For the crimes we committed, we won't be salvaged, we won't be saved, and we won't come back. You've studied so many horror elements that you forget that in the realm of fiction, creatures like us could only be immortal if anyone in the real world would want to see us again, and even then, it's most likely so we can get hurt, in the same way, that we hurt them. Here, nobody would miss us, and nobody would care. This "gift" you gave me is an insult to those who have died to our selfish desires, and the intentions for it are the biggest insult to me. I don't have the right to live, but before I go" Nightmare bare his fangs, NightmareE SURE YOU DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!"
[MEGA BITE]
*CRUNCHING!*SCREAMING!*
Nightmare proceeds to bite Springtrap's neck, pluck his ears off, and rip it to shreds with his claws. The suit is torn open, revealing a sentient purple, screaming blob. The screaming blob forms into a purple version of Bonnie. The blob attempts to strike at Nightmare, but he responds to the final attack.
[Flame scare]
"ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!"/"SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Nightmare aimed his fire breath toward the suit where the blob still resided. When it became fully enveloped in flames, Nightmare aimed his breath at the final section of the ceiling, causing it to land on the two sources of agony that plagued Hurricane for 31 years.
Meanwhile
The brown-coated man opened his eyes and saw an angry mob hunting for any Fazbear employees.
His small robotic ally is fuming over its loss. "FUCKERS; I DIDN'T MAKE A SINGLE KILL! MASTER, WHY DIDN'T YOU LET ME KILL THAT FAMILY!?"
The brown-coated man tapped his foot. "Well, for one thing, you failed to take into account that maybe my first kill had a reason why she left her suit, and another thing is that her vengeful brother is the most powerful animatronic they had," the man then shutters. "at least he was."
The robot needs clarification. "Was?"
"Long story short, I found my answer, and I can confidently say that I have a lot of work to do. Work that needs to be sped up thanks to your first kill's interference."
"Yeah, you SO needed my help."
"Hence the Helpy animatronic you're in right now, Mimic."
The robot, a miniature Funtime Freddy, bows as the man acknowledges its real name. "Well, there is a fast way to speed things up; the problem is that it would take a decade for things to go to fruition, especially with Freddy's Fazbear Entertainment being dead and with the body you're in right now. Even if we're super generous with all of the health care in the world, the longest you can survive is that decade. In other words, you're living on borrowed time."
The man is in thought, "We won't come back."
"Huh?"
"That was one of the last lines I heard from the animatronic who defeated me. He said that we won't come back, and you know what, I'm marking this as a challenge in the decade's time; I'm going to make a comeback, and it's going to be a fucking scream to boot. This is, like, what, half of the time I spent in that pizzeria? I'm a patient man who knows when to sit and wait for my next move, and right now, my next move is the two biggest females in the Freddy's Fazbear franchise, Clara Raglan and Jennifer Jane. I'm not done with Freddy's yet, and it's just like what I declared before back when Henry tried again in 1987, as long as Freddy Fazbear comes back,"
the brown coat man starts to laugh as he turns to the moonlight, revealing a human Michael Miller in purple flesh
"I ALWAYS COME BACK!"
The two agonizing terrors laugh as Fazbear Frights crumbles into dust.
Author's notes: There's no way I would end an FNAF story without having the purple guy say those four iconic words, and yeah, you read that right, readers. Afton was NOT in the FNAF3/6 fire. Thus, he gets to live and be adequately incorporated in the post-FNAF six storyline, but the first couple of announcements to get through. The first and foremost is my career status. At the finalization of this chapter, I just cameback from the most crucial trip I had in my life. No, seriously, I'm now officially a TSA Officer with a certificate to boot! I started making fanfics because last year was a disaster; nobody was hiring me despite finishing college, so I had lots of free time. Despite not having that much free time anymore, my goal with these stories is to finish what I started because I want to continue what I already started. I may have a few readers like Archcommander Tenebros, but I appreciate the checkout anyway. The second announcement is that I have one last chapter to post until I have this part closed; the best part is that I already finished it during the posting break, so you don't have to wait long. Final announcement: It has come to my attention that the Game theorists are returning to the crying child's name. They even went as far as to make two videos about it (One of them guest-starring MatPat). The first video talks about Cassidy being the crying child's name, and they reject it due to how contradictory it is to the ultimate timeline. The second one talks about Evad, AKA Dave, being the crying child's name, and they accepted it. *annoyed sigh* You see this here? This is why I wanted to wait until the franchise ends. The crying child's name in this story will be reckoned effective immediately, and when I post the last chapter, it will be applied. As for my personal feelings for all this, I don't know what interests me more: the fact that Reddit solved a puzzle that MatPat had struggled for years on end (3 years ago, to be exact) or that Scott gave us the answer in the silver eyes book. I made Dave Miller an actual character because I wanted to make William Afton more consistently evil and intelligent than in the games. Now, this is turning even more symbolic than I thought, and thanks to that "Crying Child is Named Cassidy" video, I have a new rule: Any new FNAF theory from the game theorist channel won't be canon if it interferes with their ultimate timeline. With that out of the way, it's time to post the epilogue. See you real soon.