I remembered everything, from the first job at Fazbear and Friends, to Fazbear's Fright, to being hired by Henry to round up all remaining animatronics in a single trap so they could be melted and their souls released. I remember sitting at my computer in that small office as the temperature rose, with no way out. Henry's voice had taken over the loudspeaker, explaining to the still roaming animatronics exactly what had happened, what was happening, and apologizing to me for having no way out.

I was going to die there, but that was okay. I should have died in the basement of Circus's Baby Pizza, if not even before that. Maybe I even had. But the Entity had other plans for us, and had brought both of us, and some unholy replica of the Fazbear franchise along for the ride.

Did my father remember any of this?

Did he remember me?

Springtrap gave no sign that he did. He had already moved from the hallway, and was coming for me. The heartbeat I was hearing my ears told me that, so I beat feet. Through the hallways of Fazbear fright I was chased and struck. He didn't even use a weapon, just reached back and punched me.

After another short chase I was, again, face down, bleeding on the ground with a crazed killer looking down on me, ready to turn me into a pincushion. I struggled, as I always did, but it was ineffective, as it always was.

I screamed as the hook pierced my body. I could see the others, working on various generators throughout Fazbear fright. As I watched, I saw Springtrap move to a wall and activated a wall camera. Then his eyes closed just for a moment, and he turned towards one of the generators, and walked out of sight.

He was using the cameras... he was tracking us through the cameras.

Great.

I wanted to warn the others, but there was no way to do it from it the hooks. So I dangled, crying in pain, as the Entity's murderous legs broached reality and began to twitch in anticipation. I continued to to whimper in pain. But before the Entity completely broach and thrust that stinger into me, the blond haired woman slipped into the room, and hauled me off the hook.

I ran to the camera and reached up to it... it took several seconds, far longer then it took for Springtrap to turn it on, to turn it off. The blond woman stared at me, comprehension dawning on her face. She pointed out of the room, and we ran from the hook I'd been hanging on.

"Let me patch you up," the woman said. "Michael, right?" she asked.

I wasn't sure that was my name anymore. In fact, I'm pretty sure that, at some point, my name was something else. Candace, maybe? That may be true, but I didn't want to try to explain that right now. "Michael," I agreed.

"I'm Kate Denson. Pleased to meet you, though I wish it was under better circumstances." She had taken strips of cloth and was binding the bruise that Springtrap had given me. It felt better when she was done, and there was the telltale 'clink' of a second generator activating. Maybe this was going better then ones previously.

"I saw a generator on the way to you," Kate said pointing. "Let's get it."

That generator turned out to be in the security office, where Springtrap had begun his hunt for me. After scanning for cameras, we started work on the third generator. "Wait," I said, pointing, "are those stairs?" I remembered Fazbear's Fright pretty well, and I knew there was no lower level, not even as a backstage for employees.

"The basement, it's got hooks down there. There's always one in a trial, somewhere." Kate told me. "It's risky to get people out of it, but there's always something down there, sometimes its even worth getting." She looked conflicted for a second. "Actually, it's probably safe for the moment, why don't you go down and see what you find? It can only help us."

I looked at the generator, I would have rather continued to work on it, but I was now curious what kind of helpful thing might be down in the basement. So I got up from the generator, and walked down to the stairs, into the creepy basement. The first thing I saw was the quartet of hooks, one for each of us. I steadied my never and continued to look, seeing the lockers, and then, the box.

Inside the box was a lot of junk, unusable pieces of broken weaponry, knicknacks, old portraits, and the like. But, as I sifted through it, at the bottom of the pile was a medkit. It looked like one that would have been kept in the Fazbear security office, in case something happened to one of the guests during working hours.

That could come in handy... but what was it doing there?

Rather than dwell in the gift horse, I began to head to the stairs only to hear that now familiar heartbeat. Quietly, I slipped into one of the lockers as Springtrap, carrying a struggling Kate, clambored down the stairs and impaled her on the hook. He closed his eyes again, probably tapping into the camera system, and headed back up the stairs with purpose.

I wait for the heartbeat to fade, then pulled myself out of the locker. I went to help Kate off the hook, but she waved me off. "No! He's still nearby. He'll know if you rescue me. Go upstairs and repair that generator... just don't finish it and alert him."

I stared at her, then went up to look up at the generator. It was covered with black spider claws, blocking me from attempting to repair the generator. I didn't want to leave it and Kate though, so I crouched down behind it, making sure there was no camera recording me.

After several seconds, the claws retracted, and the generator began to spark, the connections falling out. I took a second to stabilize the thing, and make sure it was ready to be repaired. Then I went down to get Kate off the hook. This time, she didn't protest, and we raced back upstairs to finish the generator.

With a clink, it turned on. Three down, two to go. We went slipped back toward the original hook where we'd hidden the first time, and this time, it was my turn to heal Kate, wrapping her wounds with the medkit I'd found. We heard a scream in the distance. Springtrap had found someone else.

By mutual agreement we split up. We didn't know where the last two generators were, and we'd have a better chance of finding at least one of them if we went looking in different places. Through the twisted hallways I searched... this place was bigger than I thought. All the while, I kept a lookout for cameras. Many of them were active at this point, and that made getting around tricky. Did he have to focus to access them, or did he have some way of tapping into them constantly?

In one corner of the building, against two walls, I found the fourth generator. One piston was very slightly moving. Someone had started repairs, but abandoned it almost immediately. Well, time to finish what had been started.

The person went on the hook on the other side of the building. I mean, the complete opposite corner. I had to make a judgment call. There were still two other people that could get them down, right? Both of them closer than I was, right?

I felt callous. I felt cruel, I felt like a horrible human being only out for themselves. But I resisted the urge, and continued to work on that generator. We needed them done. I had to tell myself that. If we didn't get the generators done, none of us would be walking out of here. So I worked on, seeing that blood red body struggle against the entity in the corner of my vision. They weren't dead yet. This generator was don't done yet. Which would happen first?

Neither, as it turned out. Someone did rescue our teammates from the hook, which caused me a big sigh of relief. I didn't know if I'd have been able to live with myself if they'd died on that hook while I was finishing here.

What I wasn't expecting is that a fourth generator would spring to life, just moments before I finished mine. For a moment, I stared at the generator wondering what I was supposed to do next. That was five, right? The exits were open? How could we...

Then a horn blared, and I could see the gates, outlined in yellow, bleeding through a wall. It lasted only for a few seconds before disappearing from my sight.

Ah.

For the first time, I felt like I was going to get out. But I couldn't stay here. I started creeping toward the closest door. But before I got there, I felt the tell tale terror of the Springtrap. I could see the rotted bunny head turning this way and that. I must have passed through a camera's field of vision. But he didn't know where I was. I maneuvered slowly, stealthily, trying to keep the box of animatronic parts between me and him. I wasn't daring to breath.

Was he going to see me?

No, he went back the same way he came. Phew.

I took a deep gasping breath, counted three seconds in my head, and bolted in the other direction for several seconds before stopping. The door. Which way was the other door? I wasn't sure. The wall, if I found the wall, I could find the door.

But before I could get there, a low, loud, ringing sound echoed through Fazbear's Fright, and the ground was suddenly riddled with burning orange cracks, like the building was coming apart.

Claudette's words about the trial breaking down came back to me in a hurry. Since the trigger point wasn't the final generator being turned on, I decided it must have been because one of the doors had been opened.

I went running, scrambling through a window, no longer caring how much noise I was making, I finally found the exit I'd be hunting for, but it was locked tight. I gave up on that and went back the other way. But just as a second gong echoed through the building, and the cracks got a little wider, I saw another totem... this one was burning.

I didn't know what it did. but I didn't want to leave it there. As quickly as I could, I unwrapped the barbed wire, my small cries of pain were nothing against the shaking in the walls. When I got the last loop undone, a crack of thunder echoed throughout what was left of Fazbear's fright, and I was off and running again.

I heard a cry of pain, and ran towards it. Yes. There! The exit... I could see Dwight on the other side of it, limping into the forest, and between me and him was Springtrap, held in by something I couldn't see.

Well, if that was the case... I burst towards the exit, charging forward to the safety that lay beyond the monster. Springtrap turned toward me, and for a moment, I saw the human eyes behind the Animatronic's. The dead eyes of my father, staring back at me, entirely without emotion. As I ran by, he took a swipe at me, staggering me, but not managing to stop me.

As I ran through the exit into the forest beyond, I made a promise to myself, to the world. Not only would I figure out a way to end the entity's hold on us, I would find a way to send Springtrap – William Afton – my father – on. Whether the powers would give him a chance to be redeemed in heaven, or if the deepest pit of hell was really waiting for him, it was time for him to stop killing.

And this time, even he wouldn't come back.

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