I'm back with the last chapter of Five Nights at Freddy's: Salvaged! Honestly, I can't believe that this is the end... well, technically it isn't.

Now, I would like to thank EVERYONE for following and supporting this story (shout-outs to Dinosaur, Tgonthefiery, Comedy Monarchy, Legomasterlord and nerfingamer38), as your comments helped me a lot in making this story what it is. I'll just quickly answer a few reviews before I continue:

Tgonthefiery: I had figured that it would be easier to write with a less characters, as I could focus on every character and it payed off. Yeah, OLHS and GO were all over the place, but with this, I could keep everything in sight. Also, I'm going with a theme here when it comes to titles, as both are referring to William. Basically, the entire horror story at Freddy's was William's Masterpiece, while Springtrap was Salvaged in this part of the story. You can only imagine what this means for him once you see the title for the follow-up story.

Legomasterlord: Love the ficlet! You really had a good idea with Vanny ''saving'' Connor. However, things in my story are going to be a little different, but I still like those ''What-if'' scenarios you come up with.

Melaina: I'm glad you enjoyed the finale. X3

Dinosaur: I forgot to add, my username is SamST. The Drawkills have actually advanced AIs, although there might be more to them (I'm planning on exploring it in the follow-up). Also, no apologies needed for the review, it was awesome to read it. X3 But yeah, as I said, the ending was certainly unexpected.

Comedy Monarchy: As you said, old habits die hard. Rest assured, the next story will be a wild ride.

Now, about the third book of Five Nights at Freddy's: The Untold Story (yeah, this is the chosen title of this series), I have already posted it. The title of the new story is revealed at the end of this chapter, along with the summary (if you check FNaF: Masterpiece, you'll see that I did the same there), so you can keep on speculating what it will be about. I'm eager to hear your theories. Also, the song for this chapter is from The Joy of Creation, which kinda fits, considering the meaning of the title of the chapter.

I know that I have posted this much earlier than I usually would, but I'm planning on posting a new chapter on Christmas, so I gave myself enough time to work on it.

Also, for Five Nights at Freddy's in general, Steel Wool is planning to release a Non VR version of Help Wanted (on 17.12.), which is awesome! There's also the fact that there will be an update for FNaF AR (the teaser is showing Toy Chica's shadow). There's also a preview for the second book of the Fazbear Frights series called Fetch.

Once again, I want to thank everyone for reading this story and I hope I'll see you all in the next one. Enjoy!

Night 36

The Monsters I've Created

''I'm horrified by the monsters I've created. It's time to die, I'm the monster that I've hated. Let out a cry, it's the picture that I've painted. Now I know why all these memories are faded.''

– Monster I've Created by FabvL

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Springtrap was sitting on the edge of the stage, staring at his blood-covered hands. He felt empty, unsure what to think or even say. He had kept silent during the whole drive, slowly letting it sink in what had happened and what he had done. He knew that it would take a while to recover from this experience.

He looked up, noticing Sam coming out of the bathroom, holding a damp cloth and approaching him. After they drove away, Sam decided that they stop at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, wanting to clean herself up and calm down before they went back home. On their way there, they heard sirens, realizing that someone probably saw the smoke and called the firefighters. Rest assured, neither of them wanted to know what they had found.

''Will…'' Springtrap noticed the look of concern on Sam's expression. He lowered his head, looking again at his blood-covered hands.

''This is not what I wanted you to see,'' he said. His eyes were glowing in a soft purple as he looked up to her. ''It doesn't matter what I say or do, I'm still a murderer.'' He sighed. ''That kid was right. There's no way I would manage to stay here without getting my hands bloody again.''

''If you hadn't done that, I would've been murdered by Connor,'' Sam noted as she sat next to him. ''You saved my life.''

''I know, but it isn't just that,'' Springtrap said, his eyes glowing. ''I had no regrets about killing Connor. As a matter of fact, I enjoyed watching him suffer.''

Sam kept quiet, avoiding his gaze. Springtrap was aware that he technically had no choice when it came to murdering Connor. If he hadn't done it, who knew what would've happened or what Connor would've done. On the other hand, there was no real excuse for his reaction. However, if he had to be honest with himself, he doubted that he would ever regret what he had done.

Connor deserved death, didn't he? Springtrap frowned, staring at his blood-covered hands. This isn't the same situation as before, as Connor was trying to kill Sam. I couldn't let that happen.

He was surprised when Sam suddenly reached for his hand, putting the damp cloth into his palm. He looked at her, with Sam giving him a bitter smile.

''You should get that cleaned up,'' she said.

''Sam, I-''

''I have to admit that I didn't regret seeing him die either,'' Sam added, noticing Springtrap's stunned expression. ''Thanks for saving my life.''

''Honestly, I'd rather go to Hell than let you get hurt,'' Springtrap said, cleaning the blood off his hands with the cloth Sam gave him, with the fur being surprisingly easy to clean. Both were silent for a while, with Springtrap still feeling as if he owed Sam some kind of explanation. ''I'm sorry.''

''You're sorry, for what?'' Sam gave him a confused look.

''I don't know,'' Springtrap muttered. ''I just feel as if I should say anything. I mean, I do feel remorse for what I had done to my family, to Henry and those children, but for Connor… It was just satisfying to finally put an end to him.''

''William, I do agree with you that Connor deserved it,'' Sam said, narrowing her eyes. ''However, I'm also sure that something else is actually bothering you.''

Springtrap gave her a look filled with guilt. He felt exhausted.

''I'm just afraid that I'm falling back into my old habits,'' he said, looking at the blood-stained cloth.

''If you were really falling back into your old habits, you wouldn't be so worried,'' Sam said, with Springtrap looking surprised. ''Would I really be sitting next to you if I feared that you would suddenly go on a murder spree?''

''You wouldn't,'' Springtrap said, understanding what she meant. ''I know that there's no way that I could just act like these past weeks had never happened and I seriously don't want to.'' He glanced at the room. ''It feels as if ages passed since I've returned.''

''I do hope you'll stay for much longer,'' Sam said.

''If you want me to stay here longer, we'll have to first deal with Emma,'' Springtrap said. ''I promised her two things: to return you home safe and sound and to tell her what exactly is going on.''

''Considering what just happened, we're dead once Mum finds out about it,'' Sam said.

''True, but knowing Emma, it would've been way worse if we didn't tell her anything,'' Springtrap said. Sam shuddered.

''Agreed,'' she said, sighing. ''I hope that everything will be fine in the end.''

''I promise that it will,'' Springtrap said, with Sam hugging him for comfort. Springtrap hugged her back, caressing her hair. His eyes glowed in a soft purple.

Rest assured, I am here to stay.

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He tilted his head, his eyes glowing as he watched the person in front of him kicking the burnt rubble, seemingly looking around for something. He rose his sickle, tilting his head as the man came closer. However, the man then left, seemingly satisfied that the fire had been put under control and extinguished. He then slowly turned back, walking into the darkness.

They had managed to escape the fire, hiding deep in the building. Nobody knew that they were still there, and they would make sure that it would stay that way. They were created to stay in the shadows and to drag their victims to their deaths. He joined the others, meeting their curious glances. He then looked down at the figure who was sitting on the floor, leaned against the wall.

The figure wasn't moving at first, but then, he suddenly gasped. The feeling of disconnection was gone and he felt as if he was shackled. His eyes gleamed briefly and he stared ahead, ignoring the Drawkills who surrounded him. Connor felt pain surging through his body, but he was soon consumed by the feeling of cold rage and hatred, with only one person on his mind.

''This is not over yet, Afton.''

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The Story Continues...

Five Nights at Freddy's:

Nothing Remains

William Afton, as Springtrap, is enjoying his life as Sam's best friend and father figure. However, as they explore the recently opened Freddy's location, not only are the ghost of his past preventing him from finding redemption, but are also seeking complete annihilation of his mind and soul, until nothing has remained of him…