The little boy held up the toy he had received. It was so cool! It looked a little strange, sure, but it wasn't bad! Plus, a grown-up told him it used to be an old character. He had a rare item on his hands of his favorite place ever. He hugged it until the dust threatened to suffocate him, then noticed that the game he sat down at had an odd screen.

I've never actually talked to you or met you, but when I found out that you were related to me, I wanted to give you a gift. We might not see each other for years to come, but I hope you visit us often. You remind me of myself, by the way. ~"Uncle" Jack

He smiled really wide and ran up to his father all the way across the pizza parlor.

"Dad! Dad! Uncle Jack left me a present! Can I meet him? Please?"

"U-Uncle Jack? Jeff-"

Jeff begged, "Pleeeeaaaase?!"

"Jeff, your uncle can't visit, and God forbid we visit him."

"What?! Why?"

"Well, anyway, about him. . . Before I was even born, my big brother was. . . uh, hurt in a crime here. I never met him, but you remind me a lot about those pictures I've seen of him."

"But he gave me this!" Jeff held out the toy Puppet to his dad. "How did he do it if he got hurt and you never met him?"

"That's the M-Marionette. It used to be an animatronic here. He was my favorite one for some reason. It's a shame he was scrapped for this restaurant. . . Are you sure Uncle Jack gave it to you? You didn't find it just there on the floor and decided your de-hurt uncle gave it to you? "

"No," Jeff shook his head. "I found it near the Prize Booth and the man said he didn't recognize it. Then Uncle Jack left me a letter on the Mario Kart game. He said he wanted to meet me. Daddy, if he's. . . dead, then how did he give this to me?"

". . .Maybe he's dead, but he's a nice man, isn't he?"

'Man?' Jack scoffed to himself from Backstage. 'I've been eleven for years! I'm not a man!'

Ron interrupted, "Maybe he means you're acting like a grown-up. My mom calls that "mature". You are mature because you were nice to your nephew even though he got to live through things you never will. You even gave him gifts!'

'You're pretty mature yourself, making zero sense all the time.'

'Hey!'

Luke emerged from Pirate's Cove. He hadn't come out much during the day since his animatronic character was put Out Of Order for not being popular with the kids. 'Maybe Ron is right. You were a good person out there,' he whispered.

'One question!' Chelsea shouted, jumping up from the floor and startling everybody. 'Why didn't you play with him?'

'I-I dunno,' Jack answered. 'I didn't like being like that, and it would have been really awkward, too. It was best to just give him a gift, tell him something, and he would find out the rest himself."

Derek walked in. 'Not bad, Jack, not bad.'

'Yeah, I guess,' Willy murmured solemnly.

"C'mon, kids! Wake up!" The Marionette said, returning Backstage. "I have gifts!"

He had stumbled upon five sleeping children while wandering around and being lonely. He was confused. Why were these children sleeping in the back of a pizzeria after midnight?

He held up the presents again. "Gifts!" he shouted. They didn't respond. Funny. All children perk up on those words. Have you seen Christmas mornings? Pure insanity as little children rushed and clawed at torn paper to get their prize. It was almost like the Prize Corner every day.

Then it hit him.

The children were in ugly poses. The blonde with a bib like a baby had her mouth open unnaturally wide. On first glance, it looked like a silent yawn or snore. It really wasn't. The brunette had a neat, pretty suit on and sat next to a boy in similar clothing. The brown-haired boy had his neck to the side a bit too far, and his lighter-haired brother was slumped over like a rag doll. His eyes were still partially open, but the life seemed to have drained out of them. The little boy in a purple hat was on the floor, curled up as if in pain. A kid in a pirate costume with red hair and freckles was simply in a sleeping position, but his hands were almost as if clawed.

It was horrendous. These little kids were dead. Murdered. It broke the Marionette to see them like he was. He heard the familiar clanking of the free-roaming animatronics as an idea slipped past him.

Like he was.

The Marionette ran o very to Chica. He asked, "Can I borrow you four, please?"

Chica simply nodded dumbly. He switched her off, dragged her backstage, and slowly did the same with Bonnie, Foxy, and Freddy.

Hold on, there were five kids. How was he going to-

His eyes met with the spare yellow-gold Freddy Fazbear suit sitting in the back corner. The puppet thing smiled.

"Uugh. . ." Luke attempted to sit up painfully. He heard cracking noises. They sounded whenever he tried to move. It was scaring him. "Derek? Chelsea? Willy? Ron?" he called.

He got an answer to his role-call from Bonnie on the other side of the room. Bonnie got up and stretched, but similar cracking noises echoed in the room, causing Bonnie to screech inhumanely in agony and tense up, falling on top of Chica and waking her up. She yelped in a similar manner, tense but making those noises.

"Sorry, Chica," Bonnie mumbled.

Chica yelled, "I'm not Chica! I'm Chelsea! Bonnie, don't you even know your own crew?"

Bonnie answered, "I'm not Bonnie! I am Ron!"

"Jeez, you two," Freddy replied angrily. "I've never seen you fight on the stage."

"Freddy! I'm not Chica!"

"I'm not Freddy, I'm Derek! Right, Bonnie?"

"I'm Ron!"

Luke went up to calm them down. "Guys-"

"Shut your snout, Foxy!" Chica/Chelsea demanded.

"I'm Luke!" Luke told her.

Freddy/Derek put his head in his hands. He mumbled, "Just tell me where my friends aaAAARGH!" The bear with his friend's name swatted at his hands, as if they weren't his.

Bonnie and Chica did the same. So did Luke. He had a pirate hook and red claws. Soon, the room was filled with screaming, cracking, and more screaming.

"Golden Freddy did this!" Bonnie accused the stirring yellow bear.

It answered back, "I'm Willy!"

The room was filled with bickering, sickening snaps and shouts until suddenly a black stick figure entered: The Marionette.

"Awake? Good. Welcome to your new life at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!"

Author's Note: 'Ello! I know this chapter is mostly backstory and the story a little bland, but this is the final chapter. I'm glad this story received the feedback it did. Hey, if there ever is another game or some new material, I'll work with it. For now, I'll just thank you all for your support!

P.S.: Like the last story, there are references. . .