Of course, what a simple idea. Just set it on fire, it's not like anyone was here to stop him. Michael drove his beat up car to his miserable job, and took the cans of gasoline out of the trunk, and a packet of matches from his coat. He looked at the box, and smiled.

There was no way that anything in there would survive.

Michael went to his office, and found his father, staring up at the cameras. Michael just laughed quietly to himself. He'd never have to see that stupid green rabbit, or fredbear again. Hell, maybe it'd take that nightmare with them, straight to hell.

Michael couldn't just light one room on fire, he'd have to light them all ablaze.

He grabbed one jerry can of gasoline, and started to drip a stream out of the spout, tracing it to a few nearby rooms, making sure to get some on the wires.

Best make it seem like an accident, it'd be a shame to be fired from this job for arson, and sent to prison again.

Michael continued to wander, until the can was out of gasoline, and he tossed it aside, knocking over a display of presents.

In the distance, he heard his father have one of his regular coughing fits as he went for the second can of gasoline, but was greeted as he went to pick it up, with a familiar chuckle.

Michael feigned interest in the floor until the faint smell of sulfur left the room, and he stood up, unscrewing the lid as he went to continue his job.

Michael cautiously walked into another set of a few rooms, dumping gasoline on the floors, until that can was empty as well.

He then returned to the office, and sat in his chair, looking at the progress of his handiwork, at the glistening floors. HIs father, on the other hand, wasn't so pleased, staring in disgust at the floors he had to walk on. It seemed he knew what Michael was planning, and just before the camera cut out, he heard his father start to walk faster, not stopping to catch his breath. Michael was about to reset the cameras when his hand felt air and not the cold plastic of the laptop. He looked around for it, and then up at the hazy green shape in his office. He just made out the shame of what he was sure was the same balloon child from his dreams, laptop in hand as it ran off, laughing.

Michael got up, and gave chase, running after the small green apparition, trying to catch up, but it was ever slightly faster, until it eventually ran into a wall, vanishing with the laptop.

Michael stared in disbelief. He was outran by a CHILD.

He stared at the wall, and then he went back to the office, sitting down in the office, and then the thought hit him: he'd have to manually reboot everything now, by finding the issue.

He grumbled to himself, and scanned the cameras, watching his father stand idly around, staring at a poster of a golden bonnie. He flipped cameras some more, until he was met with a strangely familiar face... a lanky, greenish black creature, with a frown on its face, faded purple tears painted down its dismal face. Michael stared at it, in pity, until it faded, and the camera was forced out of his view, and replaced with the dismal marionette, blocking his line of sight.

Michael swatted at it, trying to make it go away, until the suffocating feeling left him, and the spirit left. Michael took deep breaths, getting enough oxygen to prevent blacking out.

He got his bearings, and looked around the office again, taking in his surroundings for what he was sure would be the last time.

After sitting quietly for a little while, shooing his father back, who seemed reluctant to come closer tonight. Michael grinned, there was no resistance tonight, nothing to stop the blaze. That was until he realized that he'd have to make it past his father to soak the rest of the attraction. He grabbed the final can, and unscrewed the lid, before walking to the farthest reaches of the attraction, starting to pour when the floor felt less slick.

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He poured unhindered for a few minutes, until wheezy breaths caught his attention, and he looked up, meeting his fathers eye.

"What are you doing?"

Michael smiled back at his father, pouring the gasoline on the floor, letting it seep outwards. He then stepped back, and lit a match, watching the flame dance around in his fathers eye.

"Don't try to stop me, father. It's about damn time I burnt this memory away."

He dropped the match in the pool, and watched it ignite, before doing what he does best: run.

He shoved his father out of the way, and into a door frame, before making his way to the front, the smell of smoke filling the air, and the wheezy breaths of his father. Eventually, after what felt like ages, Michael reached the door, and slammed it open, turning to watch the blaze engulf the building. He watched in amusement as his father hobbled up to the door, and slammed a fist against it, terror in his eye.

MICHAEL, DON'T LEAVE ME HERE, I'M YOUR FATHER, YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!!"

Michael watched as the flames grew closer, licking the walls with orange tongues, until they reached his father, and something strange happened.

As if by a paranormal force, the rabbit was taken off his feet, and seemingly dragged back, clawing at the floor, a look of pure horror filling his face, or what was left of it, and over the crackling of the flames, Michael swore he heard a cold, uncaring chuckle. Michael just remained dead silent, confused and concerned. He certainly hadn't expected that.

The screams continued... The rabbit should've been dead by now.

Michael started to worry a bit, the screams had been going on for too long now.

Eventually, after a minute or two, the air was still filled with screams... Michael didn't have time to ponder, the police would most likely be here, and being here when he already had a criminal charge would be pretty bad for him.

He hopped on his car, taking one last look at the burning Fazbear's frights, and smiled, nodding to himself. No more nightmares, no more fredbear, just a pile of ash.

*

Trapped. That's all Jeremy felt. Trapped in a black and purple room with no exit. He drifted to one wall, and to the other wall. He couldn't leave, and yet he needed to. There was something outside of this room, and he needed to find it. He continued to pace around the room, he was stuck here. Jeremy wanted to give up, but he could tell that there was something he could do.

He concentrated as hard as he could, and felt the room shift. He looked around at the orange room with a performing springbonnie and fredbear, entertaining the crowd, smiles on the children's faces. Everyone was oblivious to Jeremy, but he couldn't help but smile. Happy children, no grief or tragedy to stop them. He reluctantly focused against, trying to room shift, until the sounds and smells changed to a more familiar one, the smell of a pizzeria. He looked around, and moved just in time to avoid being squished by a falling Chica, who was passing out cupcakes. A faint music box dimly played, a song Jeremy had nearly forgotten... a lullaby he would be sung as a child. If he could cry, he would have... he hadn't heard it for years.

He concentrated again, listening to the music box, until the smells changed once more to a more.... Neutral smell. He looked at the small white fox collecting parts, letting out a happy bark each time it stuck a new limb on itself, until it eventually ran off, and out of sight. Jeremy followed behind, and watched as it left through an exit door, and the door vanished. He wondered to himself as he concentrated, how he would find what was outside the room he was trapped in.

He looked at his hands, and saw the purple and black rabbit hands that greeted him back. He had come to terms with his new body already, but he still found it strange to be so... trapped. He looked back up from his hands, and concentrated harder, there must be a way out, somewhere. Eventually, a blue room greeted him, with platforms and balloons. He watched a happy round child collect the balloons, and then jump... through a wall? Jeremy followed, and just before he hit the ground, the room involuntarily shifted back to his purple and black prison. Just outside, sitting on the floor, was a small, partially see-through child, sobbing to themselves.

Jeremy, in a wave of pity, walked closer, and leaned down to greet the child, who turned to face him. Jeremy gave the child a weak smile, he too knew how this felt, being alone, and forgotten, almost nobody to remember who you were. Eventually, after a few minutes of staring, Jeremy sat down, and put one paw on the shoulder of the young boy.

The boy sniffled, and wiped away a tear, before a large cake taller than what Jeremy could imagine materialized on the floor. The child let out a gasp, and walked closer to it, before turning back to jeremy, as it to ask if it was really his.

Jeremy nodded, watching the child smile a little. He motioned for the child to enjoy the cake, his permanent, twisted grin seeming more... genuine now, he had something to smile about.