A/N - Hello, and, welcome to the final chapter of You Remember. I want to first apologize for the large break I took while writing this, however, I am proud to bring you this final installment. I also would like to take this time to thank all of you that came this far, to the casual readers willing to put the time into reading this, to the reviewers, whose words I always appreciated, and to those of you that had favorited and followed this story, thank you all. This started just as something small, something fun, and I am extremely grateful at how well received it was. If you wish to leave a review, I would greatly appreciate it, and, I hope you all have enjoyed this story. Take care, everyone.

You Remember

Chapter VIII

Golden

"I…remember…"

-static-

AVENGE THEM

-static-

"Hello, hello? Hey! Hey, wow, day 4. I knew you could do it. Uh, hey, listen, I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow-"

-banging sound-

"It's-It's been a bad night here for me. Um, I-I'm kinda glad that I recorded my messages for you, uh, when I did."

-clears throat-

"Uh, hey, do me a favor."

-bang bang-

"Maybe sometime, uh, you could check inside those suits in the back room?"

-bang bang-

"I'm gonna to try to hold out until someone checks. Maybe it won't be so bad."

-bang bang-

"Uh, I-I-I-I always wondered what was in all those empty heads back there."

-static-

The man panicked, the constant begging growing louder and fiercer. His hands trembled, his pants soiled. He sat in his own filth, unable to stand on his legs, the strength sapped from them. Again and again, the pounding at the door, over and over, never halting, savage bangs, explosive in the dead of night and further amplified bouncing around in the small office room. Something was out there, he knew, something was coming for him. He clenched his eyes shut and covered his ears, waiting for it all to be over, waiting for whatever demon on the other side of that door to leave…

It wouldn't leave though, he knew. It wouldn't ever leave.

Not without him, at least.

Pain struck him suddenly, as he screamed at the top of his lungs, falling out of his chair while holding his head. He heard nothing but static, he heard as it pierced over the sound of the thunderous pounding, heard it invade his mind. Echoes calling to him from beneath the crackle of the static, and the moaning from the dead, he heard it call to him.

"I…remember…I…remember…"

The pain intensified, more and more, it becoming too unbearable as he began to flail about the floor in agony. His screams became so loud that he didn't notice when the banging had stopped.

And all of a sudden, the pain was gone. He was left panting, his chest heaving heavily, his body covered in sweat and filth, and in the back of his throat, he tasted the copper tinge of blood. He couldn't move. His body moved, trembled, shaking violently on its own. His eyes darted to and fro, never coming to a rest on anything in particular, just moving, always moving, searching for something, anything, nothing.

There was a low hum that emanated throughout the pizzeria, the lights dimming. The generator died, and with it, so did the lights-

-static-

The generator died, and with it, so did he-

-static-

-so did the lights, and from the darkness, a figure loomed in the doorway. It took a moment, but, the animatronic's eyes came to life, casting a faint glow as a song tinkled, the Toreador March…Freddy's song…

With sweat on his brow, his eyes kept moving, more hurried now, more panicked as his body all but went limp and he found himself soiled once more. His eyes darted, behind the left doorway, behind Freddy, there was another figure, his eyes glowing yellow in the window, his hook on the glass.

His eyes moved to the right door. Maybe he could run, maybe…but his body didn't listen to him. But, he soon found out that it was futile as two more figures were there, blocking his escape, their eyes glowing yellow and purple.

And then, there was a fifth…who entered the office silent as death and sat on the floor before him…limp and lifeless…with black eyes, containing pinprick white specks that were its pupils…

He tried to scream, but no noise escaped his damaged throat.

The figure didn't move.

-static-

The static faded, and, he could hear it speak, clearly this time, no echo, no crackling, no moaning, just…a voice…the voice of the missing security guard…

"It's me."

All that came from the speaker was static…but, following it, came a…voice? If you could call it that…loud crackling static with a deep and garbled tone that sounded almost…demonic, in a sense. Mike couldn't make out any words or phrases from it, the message going on for a short while before ending in explosive static.

He knew what went down in the pizzeria at night…he had never actually met, or even spoken to phone guy, but, the message from the previous night sent shivers down his spine. However, he did see that there was another message for night five, so, he thought…well, hoped that he got out alive…

But, now…he didn't know what to think…

Mike set about his job more on edge than usual. He was told by the phone guy, his manager, that the animatronics became more active as the week progresses. He wasn't exactly trained, but, he had a good idea of what he should be doing. Last night, after that message, he was terrified, his fears only heightening as, when the night went on, he heard banging at the left side door.

He closed both doors, preventing any unwanted guests from sneaking up on him while he was focused on the monitor. He went to Pirate Cove, knowing well enough to keep an eye on Foxy, else he'd be haunted by the poundings at his door for another night. The curtains were closed, Foxy still inside. He flipped to the other cameras, just to get a sense of where they were. As he flicked from the East Hall to the West, then to the Restrooms and Supply Closet and further onward to the Dining Area, he didn't see them. Even changing to the Kitchen proved fruitless, as no noise was being made.

He went to the Main Stage, and…they all stood there, all three of them…staring into the camera…staring at Mike through the lens. A chill went up his spine.

He stood suddenly, backing away from the monitor as it began to glitch out, cutting to static and back, flipping between rooms at an incredible speed. It started to slow, the picture lingering on the East Hall.

What…what was that, Mike thought, nearing the screen. On the walls of the corridor were…pictures, a child with a white face, crying…tears streaking his face…he looked…almost like a puppet…

The screen cut to static once again, the picture returning to give him sight of the West Hall. He sat down, burying his face in the monitor. What was THAT!

A poster hung on the wall, a poster of Freddy, but…it wasn't Freddy…it was…

He looked up from the monitor and saw…

Golden.

He panicked, falling from his office chair and scooting back until he made contact with the wall, his eyes never leaving the suit. But how?! The doors were closed!

The suit was old…older than any of the others…it didn't even give off an odor to alert him of its presence…its eyes were black, and around them, on the suit, there was…blood…blood, so old that the shade of red that stained the yellow suit was closer a shade of black than any red he had ever seen.

It sat in the office, limp and lifeless, as if there was nothing in it.

But how is it propped up?

Mike couldn't find his tongue, unable to make any kind of noise.

But it, on the other hand, did. What started as a deep gurgle became a voice, a young voice, probably a teenager, speaking, and behind his voice, four others, all children, echoed his words.

"The first is gone. Scrapped with toys,"

"F-f-first? W-who is that?" Mike Schmidt asked, his voice pathetic and low, louder than a prayer but quieter than a whisper.

"Puppet," they replied. "No more. No hurt. Save them. Help them."

He nodded nervously. "W-what should I do?"

"Avenge them."

Mike felt his body tremble. What the hell was going on!? He felt his body covered in a cold sweat.

"Back room. Suit," it continued.

Backroom? Suit? Was it going to do to me what they did to the man over the phone? Were they going to kill me too? He fought to gulp the saliva that had collected in his mouth, his chest rising and falling swiftly as he breathed noisily from his nose.

"The children. Find. Suits. Help them. Save them."

"C-children? What do you mean…children? Save them?"

"Rest. Remember them."

There was a low hum as the generator died. The pizzeria went black. Mike Schmidt closed his eyes. When morning came, he would leave, he would walk out of here, he told himself. He would never forget what happened tonight. But, he knew, deep down, he wouldn't see the morning. Even as he kept his eyes tightly closed, tears escaped, streaming down his cheeks.

The animatronics never moved that night. When the employees for the morning shift came in to open up, they found him in the office, unconscious. He was shaken awake, but as he came to, he screamed loudly, panicking.

After settling him down, he rested once more, eventually waking up in a hospital. The same day he woke up, he was greeted by a man in a suit, a lawyer for Fazbear Enterprise, offering to cover his medical bill and leave.

Mike Schmidt simply shook his head. With a weak voice, he asked, "Look in the suits…inside them…please…and then…tell me what you find…please…"

The previous manager, the one who went missing after the fourth night of taking the graveyard shift, was found in a spare suit in the back. In the suit of the other five animatronics, Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, and Golden Freddy, they found…nothing.

-static-

The children.

-static-

Avenged

-static-

Set free

-static-

Resting…finally, after so long…

The puppet closed his eyes, the smile on his face genuine, his tears not of sorrow, but of happiness. He felt a hand on the shoulder, and he looked up, only to see the security guard smiling tiredly at him, tears also staining his cheeks. It was all over…finally…after so long…the secrets hidden behind Freddy Fazbear's Pizza were put to rest…the children, were put to rest.

They let go.