This is the final chapter of 'They're All Monsters', thank you everyone for reading and reviewing. I had a lot of fun writing this and it's so sad that it's over. I hope you enjoy this last segment (sorry it's like, forever long), let me know what you think! And thanks for reading!

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When Freddy gave Len a nod to proceed into the diner, she ultimately, and quite silently, refused. While the smiling character had agreed to her terms, and appeared to be honoring them, Len's caution brought her to fear turning her back to him and her attention away. Though Len had the patience to wait for a reaction, Freddy did not. The metallic grip of his jagged claw swept forward and snatched Len's arm. Despite the struggle she presented him with, and the gasps of pain she gulped, he did not relinquish his hold on her until they had entered the darkness of the vacant building. The havoc wrought in the dining room from the night's previous exertions remained and was only barely noticeable beneath the now faltering overhead lights. Atop the stage, the remaining characters stood posed, frozen, and asleep.

Freddy released Len with a push forward, placing himself between her and the only exit of the Fazbear restaurant. As she stumbled and drew a hand up to grip at the now bleeding skin of her arm, Len spun her head to watch as Freddy ambled closer.

"No puppet… no machines," he echoed her demands.

Len swallowed down the lump raising from her throat, the same lump that carried the weight of her suppressed tears and the burden of her pain. It was not the time to cave beneath the heaviness of her emotions, she needed to be strong.

"Yes," Len quietly said. "One last game to settle it all."

Freddy gave a nod of understanding before sidestepping Len to approach the dark metal flap of the breaker box. His fingers effortlessly pried off the metal and tossed it aside.

"You have your… demands… and I have… mine," Freddy said as he began to flip the switches.

Across the extent of the building, the power faded. Waves of darkness swallowed the lengths of the hallways as the buzzing of fluorescent lights fell to silence. Len watched in rising dread as the shadows crept closer. Her eyes flickered back to Freddy.

"… it will be… done in darkness." Freddy's cold, luminescent eyes shifted to meet Len's tentative gaze before the light of his electric, blue eyes faded. "Absolute… darkness."

With the final switch shifted, the light of the dining room extinguished and Len was swallowed in the maw of pitch black.

Her sight flickered, searched, but the curtains of shadows swallowed all manner of light. She heard footsteps tremble the tile as they approached her. Her chest rose and fell swift with panted breath as she began to withdraw only to feel her calves hit against what she believed to be an upturned banquet table.

"… you can still try to run," Freddy's static-free voice rumbled against her ear, petrifying her.

"Afraid I'll win?" Len challenged with immediate regret.

A haunting laugh, low and quiet, sent a cold chill to course down her neck. She was no longer sure where Freddy stood as his laugh danced beside her, and then before her, and behind her.

"… you have thirty seconds to hide."

Len's shoulders tensed, she spun in the darkness, trying to catch the sight of blue eyes that had since darkened. "—thirty seconds?—but that's not—"

"Twenty seconds."

Len swallowed her words and quickly made her way through the shattered remnants of chairs and tables scattered across the dining room. Her feet caught on broken wood and she faltered. Though her thoughts were racing, she whispered the passing seconds with forced serenity. Her hands met the far wall of the dining room.

"Ten seconds," Freddy's voice called.

Len rushed along the wall. While her fingers slid against a slick, cold slime, she could not hesitate, not anymore. When she came to the opening of the hallway, she ran down its length with her hands feeling against the wall for the first corner. Blind and frightened, Len pushed onward. The soles of her sneakers slipped against—a banner? Fallen streamers?—but she continued. She thought of using the office to cross to the Western hallway, but with Freddy stalking her through the dark, and Len no longer being able to use the light of his eyes to locate him, the idea of chancing a collision with the mechanical titan terrified her.

The police station was a few miles from the diner—she just needed to preoccupy Freddy until Mike returned.

But what if he didn't?

Len shook the train of thought from her head before its horror could plague her. No, Mike would come back for her. He promised.

As the cold metal of the office door kissed her fingertips, Len stopped her trek. She lingered for a moment as she tried to decide her next move. Her ears strained in the silence for the pounding of footsteps, but she heard nothing.

Silence.

Complete silence.

Absolute darkness.

Len's mouth ran dry as she panted breath. How could he be silent now? She always could hear the whirl of his cogs and the creak of his metal bones, yet now, there was nothing. The sound of silence terrified her more than she could imagine. Because of that, Len lowered to her knees and crawled perpendicular to the frame of the broken, office door. Her hands patted against the wall in search while she attempted to calm her breathing.

If Freddy was silent, so should she be.

Again, she felt cool metal and lowered herself further. Gingerly, Len shimmied her body into the cramped vent that connected the Eastern hallway to the kitchen. Though she feared the scrapping metal of a claw that could easily reach into the vent and remove her like ripping a maggot from a festering wound, Len needed to be slow and ensure that she would not bang her elbows or knees against the pliable, metal covering of the vent.

Her chest felt weighted as she shimmied onward through the tight opening of the vent. She felt trapped, buried alive. Each breath she took felt warmer, thicker. If she could, she would hide here forever. The vent was hardly big enough for her, she knew Freddy could not come in after her, but there was something that could.

A white face with a gaping smile.

At the thought of the puppet clawing through the vent like a spider after her, beaming grin and all, Len continued forward. She did not know if she could believe Freddy's word that he would not unleash the nightmarish phantom to aid in his hunt, but she had to. If she let her fear of the puppet overcome her, she would not survive.

When Len came to the end of the vent, she paused to listen.

There was no sound of pots and pans clanging, no sound of the door creaking open, or footsteps creeping across black and white tile. Bracing herself, Len crawled out from the vent before sitting back on her heels to think.

It was more than just tempting to stay in the kitchen with the vent as a quick escape if Freddy were to enter, but if he came through the kitchen door, there was only one escape. Her thoughts went back to the puppet. The chance of her becoming trapped in the kitchen brought her to crawl forward. Her hands skimmed the side of the cabinet until she came to a break. Could she escape the kitchen without making a sound?

Just then, she heard the hiss of pumps.

Len froze.

Freddy was here.

The breath caught in her throat, she could not breathe. She could not dare to make a sound that he could hear. Against the wall of darkness encasing her, Len winced shut her eyes and waited. He moved in near silence, but she could hear him like a whispered breath. How could he have known she would be here? Of all the rooms there were, he knew she would come here first.

Len's nerves lit on fire when she heard the door creak open.

Following it, silence.

Did he truly leave?

Len waited.

Before she made her decision on whether or not to return to the vent or risk venturing forward to the kitchen door, the overhead lights above Len flickered to life and banished the darkness. She winced against the unexpected illumination. Confusion pinched at her brow. Why did Freddy turn on the lights?

Just then, a sweeping revelation overcame her.

Mike returned.

Len scrambled to her feet, nearly forgetting why she crept on hand and knee and held the breath in her throat. Sprinting and determined, Len bound past the corners of the cabinets and rusted stoves and fridges to the kitchen door. Her weight hit against it and flung it open for her to escape to the dining room. Hope pulled the corners of her lips into a smile, though fleeting as it was.

Her feet slowed and she came to a stop.

Her eyes gaped just as Thomas's eyes had when he saw her.

"Maggie?" he called, confused. "W-what are you doing here?"

Stricken in fear, no words escaped Len's lips.

Thomas stepped away from the breaker box, his eyes glued to her. Atop the cashier counter, Len saw two gasoline cans.

"I came earlier to check on you," he told her. "You weren't here and I… I saw the mess—"

"Why do you have gasoline?" Len breathed.

Thomas glanced back at the canisters before letting off a soft laugh that prickled bumps across Len's arms.

"Uh… they're for the animatronics."

He took a few steps closer. Len took a few steps back.

"… batteries," Len started, unable to find the strength of her voice.

Thomas's lips tapered. "Batteries?"

"They run on batteries," Len said. "You… you told me they run on batteries."

Thomas hesitated.

"Why did you want me to work here?" Len demanded in trembling breath.

"What are you—"

"—why did you lie to me?" Len hissed. "This whole time… you've lied to me. I know who you are. Who you really are."

Thomas's eyes narrowed on her before his shoulders fell. His chest puffed with a breath he soon released before sauntering closer to the stage.

"How did you find out?" Thomas asked with an indifferent tone.

At the sudden coldness of his voice, Len withdrew further. "Mike."

Thomas scoffed and mounted the stage where the remaining characters stood posed.

"This isn't how I figured things would turn out," Thomas said as he rounded behind Bonnie and paused to slip his hands beneath the suit and into a mess of wires and circuits. "I never thought you'd make it this far, Maggie, I'll be honest with you. You've grown up quite a bit since we last saw each other, haven't you? Your mother would be proud."

The crimson light breathed life to Bonnie's eyes before Thomas moved on to Chica.

"I was half-afraid with how close you were to Freddy that he wouldn't go after you. I'm glad to see I was wrong." The magenta light of Chica's eyes came to life before Thomas moved to the last animatronic on the stage. "When I got here early to see the dining room, I was…" Thomas paused a moment to laugh. "I was ecstatic."

"Why?" Len hissed.

Thomas pulled out a rag from his pocket to wipe at the oil on his hands as he smiled down from the stage. "Maggie, I had a good thing before you went and fucked it up. Years of being cautious, of being… fucking smart—ruined because you ran off and got the police involved. Your mother," Thomas laughed as anger began contorting his face. "She wouldn't even look at me after she found out."

"The police are on their way, Fred," Len snapped. "Just give up."

"Give up?" Thomas echoed. "That's not exactly in the Fazbear motto, Maggie, you know that. No, I've got a few things left up my sleeves." The single, golden light of Foxy's eye breathed to life. "I had a feeling it would come down to this, but I'm always prepared. At least now, I'll get front row seats."

Len shifted her eyes across the characters posed on the stage.

"What are you doing to them?" Len demanded to know with her strength and confidence failing.

"Just tampering a bit," Thomas said before the characters began their descent from the stage with eyes fixated on Len. "With you gone, I can finally finish what I started—tying up loose ends, you know? It was good seeing you again, Maggie. You always were one of my favorite creations."

Thomas leapt off the stage and sauntered back to the cashier counter where the gasoline canisters sat while Len stumbled away from the approaching characters. Their bodies seized and wretched like souls possessed and all Len could do was gape in horror as they fanned out and created a wall between her and the only exit to the restaurant. Thomas loosened the caps on the gas canisters before upturning their weight and creating a trail of gasoline across the extent of the restaurant.

Fear contorted Len's face when Foxy cackled a maddening laugh and bound to life. The rows of jagged teeth bore through the dark maw of his mouth as he sprinted forward at her with hook raised and gleaming with a thirst for her blood. A cry shattered through Len's lips and she lowered to cower.

With lunacy burning bright in his single, golden eye, Foxy swung down his hook to sink deep beneath bone and flesh. A dark, heavy silhouette drew quick over Len bringing her to snap her gaze up to see Foxy's hook imbedded in the wires and charred, black metal of Freddy's arm.

The two titans of machinery and malice struggled against each other's strength before Freddy's skeletal hand gripped at the hook imbedded in his arm and tore it from where it penetrated. A scream, ear-shattering, wall-shaking, erupted through Freddy's jagged teeth causing Len's hands to fly up and cover her ears. Freddy rushed Foxy and barreled into him, launching him back to twist and shatter through the jutting remnants of banquet tables and chairs.

Seething, Freddy backed away from Bonnie and Chica as they circled at his sides.

"It's Fred," Len called to the machine standing defensive before her. "H-He did something to them!"

"Fred," the titan snarled.

Thomas tossed aside one of the empty canisters before turning to face his daughter and the first of his mechanical creations. "What are you doing, Junior? Let them have her."

"Fred," Freddy raged.

Thomas shook his head and began emptying the second canister. "Have it your way, Junior. You're just as big of a disappointment as Maggie."

At their creator's final word, Bonnie and Chica cackled with laughter of their own before bounding forward at Freddy. A flurry of colors twisted together as the machines tumbled and rolled through the wreckage of the dining room. Claws swiped back and forth as screams of hysteria and wrath boomed from rusted speakers. As the fight drew further away from Len, she rose and sprinted down the hallway with Thomas quick in pursuit.

Her legs became blurs beneath her and her breaths rushed out through her lips in horrified moans. She heard her name shouted from behind, but she did not stop. The walls shook and the floor quaked as the rumble of metallic titans continued. Only when Len came to the office door did she stop. Her hands, frantic and shaking, grabbed at the red telephone lying idle on the floor. Her fingers spun the dial, three numbers, a desperate plea.

The operator answered.

"—I'm at the old Fazbear restaurant," Len rushed over the speaker. "I need police—now! Please, send them—I'm at the old Fazbear restaurant—send someone, please—I—!"

A tug of force pried the phone from her hand and brought her attention to follow. A flash of movement was all she saw before a fist struck her cheek. Pain flooded her head now reeling. Her weight toppled. Elbows and knees struck hard against the tile below her. Her thoughts swam through darkness before she snapped alert and scrambled away from the man standing over her.

"Where are you going, Maggie?" Thomas called as he tossed the phone aside and followed after her. "Don't be afraid. I'm here now. I can make it all better."

"S-stay away from me," Len snarled as she clawed against the wall to stand.

"This is all your fault, Maggie. You should have kept your nose out of my fucking business. We could have been a happy family. We could have been happy, but you ruined everything."

Thomas's hand tangled in Len's hair and with a violent tug, she fell into his arms. She flailed against his hold, screaming and struggling, as he fought to hold her still.

"You know, Maggie, I'm really fucking tired of playing games with you," Thomas growled as he removed the pocketknife from his back pocket. The blade flipped out from its cover. At the sight of the gleaming metal, Len fought to distance herself from the sharp sliver now held against the skin of her neck.

Len winced shut her eyes as she prepared for the sting of flayed skin and the warmth of blood that would follow, but the blade hesitated.

"… fuck," Thomas breathed in fear as he tightened his grip on Len.

Her eyes cracked open to peer down the hallway at the object of Thomas' rising fear. Beneath the flicker of lights overhead, the willowy and still figure of the puppet stood with wide eyes staring and its smile, broad.

"… n-no…" Thomas backed away, pulling Len with him. "… y-you stay the fuck away from me."

A whimsical giggle sang from the dark pit of the puppet's smile before it bound through the air with shadowed hands outreached. Len felt Thomas's hands loosen from her as he turned to run. At the puppet's approach, Len froze and watched as the pale mask grazed her cheek before it continued down the hall after Thomas.

Stumbling and weak, Len steadied herself on the wall before making her way down the hall to where the dining room now lay still. Torn and sparking remnants of characters scattered the floor as the sole survivor stood victorious.

Freddy's shoulders rose and fell as he seethed and glared down at the carcasses of dismembered endoskeletons beneath him. The fight did not come without consequence as the suit that clung to Freddy's frame was torn, exposing his charred, metallic skeleton beneath. Oil oozed from his neck, turning his matted fur slick and black. At the sight of him, Len hesitated, but she was not destined to be his next victim.

Tumbling from the threshold of the other hallway, Thomas fell, heaving frightened gulps of breath as he crawled away from the following puppet.

As Freddy caught sight of Thomas, he strode closer and swiped down a hand to seize at his neck. Effortlessly, Thomas was picked off the floor.

"F-Freddy, p-please, no—I'm sorry!" Thomas wept as he fought against the machine's grip. "L-Let me go—Freddy, let me go!"

The last remaining titan stared at his creator with cold eyes before shifting his sight to the approaching marionette.

The puppet beamed, giggling as it watched Thomas squirm.

"—Freddy, listen—listen to me, p-please—I-I can explain!—just fucking let me go! Please!"

Freddy turned, taking Thomas with him as he strode across the wreckage of the dining room toward the backroom door. The puppet chimed with laughter as it glided through the air swift after Freddy. Strung with morbid curiosity, Len followed. As she came to glance into the keep of the backroom, she heard struggles and gasps.

"F-Freddy—what—what are you doing? P-Please, s-stop this—I—aah—AAAAAAH—"

Freddy's claws tore into Thomas's chest, hooking beneath his ribs to conduct him like a puppet. Blood splattered across the cement as Thomas struggled and gurgled. Len's hands lifted and cupped her face as she could not take her eyes away from the scene she watched. Forcefully, Freddy jammed Thomas's body into the confines of the spring-trap animatronic.

"P-p-p-please," Thomas sputtered through bloodstained teeth.

As the puppet floated closer and slithered its way between the creases of Freddy's suit to return to the music box it came from, Freddy grabbed the lever at the animatronic's side and pulled it down. The spring-trap snapped shut, crushing bone and squishing meat between its metal jaws. Blood spat between the creases of metal and dripped down to pool beneath the once golden suit as Thomas was now a crushed and indistinguishable mound of meat. Freddy watched a moment more as the puddle of blood grew larger and larger before turning to look at Len.

"… leave… now."

"Freddy—"

Two arms, gold and red, encircled Freddy's neck and gripped. Len gaped in horror as she saw light flicker life into Springtrap's silver eyes. Clawing against the arms about his neck, Freddy heaved Springtrap over his shoulders and tossed him. Len bound from the side of the doorway to escape collision as Springtrap was flung into the dining room with Freddy in quick pursuit.

Rising from the ruins of the dining room, Springtrap stood and swayed. His eyes fell to look at his metallic fingers that curled in and out of a fist. A laugh rose through Springtrap's mouth as his crazed eyes lifted to send courses of chills down Len's spine.

Freddy's arm cranked back before he launched a punch at Springtrap who quickly evaded. The two possessed titans collided and clawed at one another. As Freddy shrieked a hateful scream, Springtrap's hysterical laughter grew.

Freddy barreled into Springtrap and together, they plummeted.

Brown and gold spun and wove as they twisted across the floor after one another. Springtrap forced himself atop Freddy and plunged a hand down into Freddy's suit. With a violent tug, Springtrap tore out a fistful of wires and circuits. Sparks spat from the gaping hole of Freddy's chest. A lick of light, a breath of heat, brought the dormant gasoline coating the dining room floor to engulf in a blazing inferno.

Len's hand rose to ward back the heat of the flames. Her eyes darted to the front door and she quickly made her way through the labyrinth of destruction and fire.

"M-M-Maaaaagggieee…" Springtrap laughed as it rose from Freddy's charred carcass.

Len's steps hastened.

"Don't you want to play?"

Just as Len reached the door, the weight of hands grabbed at the lengths of her long hair and pulled her back into the dining room. Her body twisted and turned before Springtrap forced his hands around her throat and gripped. Clawing against the bloodied gold of the animatronic suit, Len fought to free herself. Her eyes widened in horror as Springtrap watched with fanatical delight as he strangled her.

The world began to darken, her body became light.

As a laugh started low and rose through Springtrap's grin, the charred metal of skeletal hands reached out before digging deep into Springtrap's head. Blood oozed through the sockets of silvered eyes and the teeth of a grinning smile. Len's weight dropped hard to the ground as Springtrap was dragged backwards into the encircling arms of Freddy Fazbear.

With an enraged snarl and unrivaled strength, Freddy crushed the suit in his arms forcing Springtrap to seize before falling limp. The golden suit fell hard from Freddy's arms as for the final time, he stood victorious.

The moment of victory was fleeting as Freddy struggled to stand. Stumbling, Freddy backed away from Springtrap before collapsing beneath his own weight. As plumes of dark smoke filled the air of the dining room, and the life began failing inside the last Fazbear creation, Len gripped at the cashier counter to raise herself off the floor. For a moment, she hesitated, and caught the flickering gaze of Freddy watching her.

"… goodbye… Maggie."

A breath escaped Len's lips and before she could find the words to say, the light of Freddy's eyes was gone.

Using the counter to steady herself, Len turned and limped through the wreckage of tables barricading the door where the light of morning waited for her.

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Flashing lights and sirens overwhelmed the once empty parking lot. The fire trucks came too late and no longer tried to save what little remained of the Fazbear Restaurant, but contain its blaze until the building had burnt to the ground.

As Len sat on the edge of an ambulance with a medic tending to the gashes in her arms, a police officer stood nearby getting her eye witness account. It was an electrical fire, she told them. She was finishing up her shift when the fire started and got her wounds from trying to escape. It was better than the truth, Len thought, and the officer did not question her any further. Perhaps it was what everyone wanted. The Fazbear Restaurant that haunted this town was no more.

Whether it was from arson or accident, the townspeople were glad to see it gone.

As the officer left her, another man approached.

She shifted on the edge of the ambulance to make room for him as he sat down.

"Did you mean to burn the place down?" Mike asked. "Or did you just see an opportunity and take it?"

"I didn't burn the place down," Len mumbled.

"Think they'll still give you your paycheck?"

"The company just lost a few million dollars in equipment; I doubt I'll see anything after this is done… well, maybe a lawsuit."

Mike pushed a laugh through his nose. "But hey, you survived Freddy Fazbear's, right? That's gotta be worth more than a paycheck."

"Pride doesn't exactly pay the bills, unfortunately."

"I still have that number for the amusement park, you know. I can talk to them for you, score you an interview or something," Mike offered with a soft smile.

"For the moment," Len started as she stood from the edge of the ambulance. "I just want a hot meal and a shower."

"Where you wanna go?" Mike asked as he followed suit and stood. "My treat."

"You don't have to do that, Mike," Len said.

"Think of it as a Hero's reward." Mike said. "You just toppled one of the most evil corporations in the country. You deserve a lot more than a free breakfast."

"Well, buy me some coffee, too, and we'll call it even."

"You're free to go, aren't you? Or do the cops want you to hang around?"

"What—to watch the building completely burn?" Len asked with a laugh. "I'm good to go. They know where to find me if they need anything else."

"Well, all right then," Mike said. "Let's get the fuck out of Dodge."

Guiding her forward, Mike led Len to the passenger side of his truck and opened the door for her. As Len climbed into the cab and slumped against the seat, her eyes turned out to watch the billows of smoke rise through the parading colors of the early morning.

"Where to then, m'lady?" Mike asked as he shifted the truck into gear.

"Anywhere but here," Len breathed.

Slowly, the truck pulled out from the parking lot, leaving Freddy Fazbear's Restaurant, and the nightmares birthed there, to burn down to ashes and become nothing more than a distant, dark, memory.

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The End

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