For four days straight, the guard managed to evade our every attempt to pin him down. Brave of him, to keep coming back with Mary's phantom images jumping out every ten minutes. Anthony would have been proud.

This little venture of ours is going to be cut short, but hey, it was fun while it lasted.

Fazbear's wonderful attention to all things concerning safety seems to have lead to a faulty wire somewhere. Worse still, there are a good many things in this building that are very, very flammable. The weekend guard noticed first, and he got the hell out of here. I'm sure professionals will be by soon enough, but the fire's spread too quickly.

Everything's burning, and Spring Bonnie can't leave.

"...looks like you're going to get your wish." I said, hands folded behind my back, grinning. Watching her close for her reaction.


One word, laced with finality. Truth be told, though, I think she's disappointed. I think she needed a reminder that this was what she wanted in the first place. It seems she got into the game just as much as I did.

"What now?" I ask.

"What do you mean?"

"What are we doing now? Are we going to die?"

She's in charge. It's her choice.

I wonder what comes after this. Is there really an afterlife? This, our existence here, proves nothing. We're like after images that linger without passing. What we are now doesn't mean there's going to be anything waiting for us. And if there is something waiting...what might it be?

Not every religion has a concept of Hell, but enough of them do. Paradise for good people, punishment for bad. If such places exist, I know that I would not go there alone. Mary is just as burdened with sin and I am.

I tilt my head, stepping closer.

I ask, "Will we burn together?"

She stares at me for a moment, and then she shakes her head.

"No, we're leaving. We need to make sure Fazbear's Fright never happens again."

This is an excuse. She's trying to sound noble, but she's just afraid. That's okay. I'm not going to argue the point with her.

She pulls me off of the animatronic, and takes me outside, tying the both of us to a pair of trees outside. We stand and we watch the place go down. Once more, Freddy Fazbear's is gone. Maybe it will stay gone, and maybe it won't.

But I know that we're going to be around for a long, long time, regardless.