William Afton stared at the three animatronics on stage, one of them specifically. He knew their secret. Freddy stood there, his blue eyes catching the moonlight. William held his fire ax tightly in his hand, and ran his thumb against its newly sharpened blade. The heavy rainfall landed against the roof, shattering the silence. Over the sound of the rain, however, he heard a gentle whisper. He turned to what he presumed was the source, and saw a purple bear with a wide smile and friendly eyes, although it wasn’t any animatronic that he or Henry had made. He got closer, although hesitantly, and stared it dead in the eyes.

“What do you want?”

The bear chuckled.

“To help.”

Huh?

“Hide in the safe room, I will lead them to you.” The bear ordered,

William was unsure whether to trust this thing, but it seemed genuine. He wandered to the safe room, and slid the wall back.

*

Foxy sat in his cove, bored out of his wits. Outside, he heard a faint whisper, raising his curiosity. Foxy’s ears perked up, as he would peek outside of his cove.

“Aye…?” The fox curiously looked around.

He was met with a simple purple bear, that in the darkness of the pizzarian, could have been just freddy.

“Follow me.” it whispered, before walking off.

Foxy hesitantly followed the robot through the pizzeria, watching as it took him down an all too familiar path. The fox was unsure why, but he felt as if he was called to follow. The bear walked just faster than foxy, outpacing him to the next room.

Foxy didn’t like to be outpaced. He would go faster, until reaching the bathrooms area.

Walking in, he would see the shadow walk…. through a wall on his left. Foxy would try to follow, only to be greeted with an “ERROR”. What the hell?

Afton chuckled, this was almost too easy. Foxy sighed. Had he been drinking too much rum? Suddenly, much to Foxy’s surprise, William ran out, fire ax in hand, and with one fell swing, decapitated the fox, who thudded to the floor.

All the noise Foxy had time to say beforehand was a small whimper.

WIlliam smiled at the purple bear, who was already walking off for his next target.

*

Chica heard the commotion, and woke up, confused. From behind her, was a faint

“Follow me.”

Chica turned, and looked at the shadow, confused.

The shadow had already started to walk away, seeming floating a few inches above the floor..

“Wait up!” Chica would call out, suddenly out of a bit of adrenaline. She would quickly follow.

Bonnie snorted, and opened one eye as Chica wandered off, and opted to follow. Freddy would open his eyes, and stare in interest at where they were going.

They wandered off, down the hallways, and around back to the bathroom hallway. Shadow Freddy shot one last smile, and walked backwards into seemingly a solid wall.

“What the hell…?”

“Where-”

Chica walked up to the wall, and put her hands on it… it wasn’t a solid wall… but she couldn’t go through, no matter how hard she tried.

“Is this some kind of sick joke!? open up!”

Suddenly, before they knew it, something passed Chica… and hit Bonnie square in the eye. Instantly, the bunny let out a loud yelp, falling to the ground in pain.

“C-Chica! Help… it hurts!” The rabbit let out a pained cry.

A laugh from behind chica froze her in place. William left the safe room, and retrieved the ax from the cowering Bonnie’s face, taking half of it with it. He shook it, and the half he took with it fell off, and he smiled.

“Let's say… I give you a 10 second head start, Chica”

The rabbit stared at William in total fear, “C-Chica, r-run!!”

“One…”

Chica started to panic, and walk backward slowly

“Two…”

She started to run…

“10.”

The ax landed in her back, taking her by surprise, causing her to tip over and fall loudly. Bonnie would’ve started crying if he could, but the rabbit slowly stood up and faced Wiliam, trying to ignore the pain in his face, which sparked and whined.

William slammed the ax handle into chica’s back, causing her to go limp. William couldn’t hold it in anymore, he laughed like a madman before turning to Bonnie.

“Still kicking, eh?”

“W-Why?” The bunny simply asked.

“You should have rethought your choices, Bonnie.”

The bunny stared in pure fear. He hadn’t been this scared since the day Freddy attacked him.

William spun the ax around between his fingers, before taking Bonnie's left arm off.

“Oops, hope you didn’t… heh… need that”

The rabbit would suddenly punch William as hard as he could with his right hand

William grimaced, and spat blood and a tooth out of his mouth, before looking up at Bonnie, before taking out Bonnie's leg, the ax getting stuck in his outer coating.

The bunny whimpered as he would fall to the floor, now too weak to even move. The bunny tried to stand and rebalance himself…. Only for the ax to hit the rabbit’s head first.

The rabbit stood still for a moment, the fearful expression was now stuck on his face forever, but then fell to the ground, completely lifeless.

William laughed quietly to himself, and wiped the ax against his pant leg. One more bot left.

*

Freddy stood there, he heard the commotion from the bathroom. All he did was wait. A faint “follow me” sounded from the left of Freddy, backstage.

“Nice try, shadow.” The bear simply stated. “I’m not as stupid as the others are.”

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“Haha… were, you mean.”

“Of course, I heard those sorry sacks die.”

What Freddy didn’t hear, however, was the sound of William quietly sneaking up on him, a maniacal grin on his face and a sharpened fire ax in his hand.

Freddy’s ears perked up, as he turned to face William. William swung the ax with all the physical strength he could muster, and embedded it in Freddy’s arm, before cutting it clean off.

Freddy grimaced, before suddenly tackling William. Freddy would punch William’s gut as hard as he could.

William winced in pain, before aiming the ax handle at Freddy’s jaw, and knocking it out of place.

“I s-s-s-s-see t-t-through your tr-tr-tr-trricks” The bear would taunt, as he landed another hard punch into William’s gut.

The shadowy bear laughed quietly, watching.

William aimed another jab with the handle, knocking Freddy’s jaw off entirely. Freddy stood up, chuckling. The bear would then aim another solid punch with his remaining hand, knocking the ax from Afton’s hand. William watched, and feigned terror as the ax skidded away, before clattering to a stop against a table.

“Y-y-y-you th-think your s-s-so clever, d-d-d-d-don’t yo-yo-you?”

“I don’t think… I know.”

William fumbled a kitchen knife out of his belt loop, and brandished it, but in a way that betrayed he knew how to use it effectively.

Freddy would land another hard punch into William’s gut, dead in the center.

William held down vomit, before slamming the knife blade through Freddy’s chest, smiling

“Too slow.”

Freddy let out a loud roar, and tackled William off the stage, along with himself. The knife pushed deeper into Freddy’s chest cavity, against the wires and servos.

Freddy groaned as he barely managed to stand. In his eyes, both Nightmare and William saw something, other than determination for the first time in the bear’s life, something he assumed he would never feel…. Fear.

William smirked. He was winning, single handedly taking everything down with nothing but pure hatred and the inability to accept death.

“U…Ugh… y-y-yo-you w-w-won’t di-die-die-die…” Freddy’s confidence was fading.

William Grabbed the knife handle, and kicked Freddy off of it, watching as he tumbled to the floor in a heap, the blue light in his eyes fading.

Freddy tried to stand up, only for it to be in vain. Freddy kept trying to show no fear, but was failing. He knew the shadow was watching. Shadow Freddy chuckled quietly, watching Freddy’s dying breaths escape him.

“I’ll r-re-retur-return o-one d-day. F-F-Faz-Fazbear will li-live o-o-o-onnnnnnn….”

Once the final light had dimmed, he turned to William.

“I think…” Shadow Freddy stepped closer, before changing back to a form he was sure William would recognize.

A simple yellow bear with empty eyes and a bloodied muzzle. William stepped back as pale white eyes slowly appeared in the suit's lifeless pits, and it advanced, like something out of a horror movie, lurching forwards. William, in a fit of fear, threw the knife like he once did, only for it to thud into the wall behind the apparition.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, the room started to dim as he heard familiar whispers. He covered his ears, and ran for the one escape he knew he had.

That moldy yellow rabbit suit.

William turned…. and saw the four ghosts staring him down. He knew those kids. The ones he killed back in 87’. William thought he got off scot-free due to the fact they’d been scrapped.

“Why did you lie to us?” one of them said, floating forwards slowly.

William stumbled back in terror, inching towards the safe room. They surely couldn’t follow him there.

“Why did you lie, William? You promised us so much, and all you gave us was a prison.”

William wanted to run, but his legs felt like jelly. The golden bear was getting closer, and the souls were not far behind.

Then he turned… the rabbit suit. An angel in these trying times. He got in as fast as he could without triggering any of the hastily wound up locks, and laughed.

He was finally in control again, nothing could stop him now. Just like he deprived them of everything once before, he was going to do it again. He was god now, and NOTHING COULD-

A single raindrop fell through one of the holes in the suit, and landed on the metal pieces. William’s breaths grew heavy… Was it… ok?

Suddenly, the pins jabbed into his arm, and the metal closed down, constricting his arm. It was pain beyond pain, his right arm was being torn apart at the joint, slowly leaking blood. He looked in terror as he tried to get the other pieces off, but the other arm closed down, and then the torso plates jabbed into his flesh, going down to his ribs. He wanted to scream, but the pain was too much. The suit’s legs clamped down, slowly ripping his own legs apart, the blood seeping onto the floor. He dropped to his knees, trying to get the mask off before it was too late, but he was too slow. The pins jabbed into his face. His eyes looked around in a panic at the yellow bear, who was standing there, and the ghosts, shaking their heads. William’s own blood soaked his final escape, the hooks and pins stabbing down to the bone.

“HELP-” he coughed blood out of his punctured lungs “ME, PLEASE-”

The ghosts just watched, then turned to the classic animatronics’ bodies just outside. Those evil robots had seemed to have gotten their own karma.

William teetered backwards, sitting down in his own blood, watching as the golden bear walked closer.

“Such a pity, you had to die like this.” it mused, before he lifted the suit's head up, forcing eye contact.

“You won’t die though, oh no. You'll be stuck in there, rotting until I see it fit.”

William’s eyes stared into the yellow bears as it faded away with a final laugh.

*

One of the techs showed up early, and unlocked the door, before entering the pizzeria to get everything set up. What she didn’t expect, however, was the mangled forms of the mascots.

Foxy, without a head or legs, Chica, her hands completely removed, and her beak torn off, Bonnie, without an arm and lacking half of his face, or Freddy, with a knife in his back and a broken jaw. She got the establishment owner’s attention, and waited for Henry to show up. At around 9 am, Henry rolled into the parking lot, and got out of the car. He scanned the heap of parts, looking at the damage.

“Is this… all?” he asked, looking at the tech.

“Well… this weird room was open… go see for yourself.”

Henry, who knew exactly what she was talking about, ran to the safe room, and looked at the grizzly sight. A single, triggered springlock suit, sitting in a pool of blood. Henry recognized the clothes on it, and turned away, leaving William to rot. This was his fault, after all.

Henry looked back at the safe room, and then to the tech.

“Seal it up, please.”

The tech nodded, and slid the wall back in place, before placing some heavy objects in front of it to deter people from investigating what sin lay behind that wall. William, however, was a patient man. Michael would find him, he just knew he would. All he would have to do… is wait.

30 YEARS LATER

Tom coughed as he knocked down the battered door to the establishment. It had been many years since this place had been opened. He wiped the years and years of dust and slime off of the gas mask’s lenses, and called his buddy, Jerry over. They were working on finding relics for the new FazBear’s Fright location, and what better place to look than where so many would be. They looked at the tattered husks of what were animatronics, completely coated in mushrooms and mold, their faces a permanent look of agony. They couldn’t take these, far too much of a biohazard for the joe public, but then Jerry called Tom over to one of the walls.

“Y’think they have one of them old safe rooms” Jerry wheezed from behind his respirator

Tom nodded, following behind.

“Here, help me move these arcade machines…” he muttered, as he shoved a derelict arcade cabinet out of the way.

Tom, after they moved the machines out of the way, tapped the wall with a fire ax, listening for any signs it was hollow. After a few minutes of trying, the trademark sounds from the doors to safe rooms echoed down the silent halls.

The two men turned to each other, a look of glee on their faces.

They’d finally found one.

They pried the door open, and looked inside. At first, they thought it was empty, but then they saw the old Springbonnie in the corner. They looked at each other, and went for it, to look at it.

“Ugh, it REEKS” Tom complained as he looked closer.

“Looks like some poor fool died in this thing”

Jerry looked at the suit, and then the dried reddish-brown around the suit.

They both knew what that meant.

That someone DID die in it.

But, in their excitement, they failed to notice the scratches on the walls, tallying up to 30 long, long years. They shrugged, and dragged the suit out, once again failing to notice the open mouth of its trapped user slowly curve to a smile. The smile of a madman, driven insane by his own demise.