FNIA: ANEMOIA


Prologue

Flames swallowed the walls of Freddy Fazbear's final resting place—its stage lights, haunted

mascots, and broken promises. From the intercoms, Henry's voice echoed throughout the

building, sorrowful yet resolute. The curtain must fall. The show must end—for the children, for

the monsters, and for every remnant of the madman he once called friend.

"For most of you, I believe there is peace,

and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears.

Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened

to swallow you whole.

So don't keep the devil waiting, old friend…"

That was it. This was the end.

Michael felt fulfilled—despite his lack of stomach. He bathed in the flames, his sins burning with

him in the blazing inferno. With a satisfied expression, he expected—no, welcomed—the end of

this nightmare, the horrors of his father, the guilt that had weighed on him since the Bite of '83.

Everything burned. There was nothing left—only rubble, signifying the end of Fazbear's, the

suffering, and the victims. Darkness awaited Michael. It enveloped him.

The end.

.

..

…..

Fredina's Stripperina – Where Fantasy Comes First!

Micheal blinked.

"What the fuck."