Chapter 13- Justice (The end)

There was no surprise that after her arrest, not much happened to her for a while.

She was tried with destruction of property, trespassing, resisting arrest, resisting transfer, all that stuff that made legal action.

A day after her arrest, she had been transferred to the asylum, as expected, and told that she would "Remain there until evaluated as safe for the public." Or in other words, until she stopped seeming crazy to the authorities.

While going there certainly did upset her, she found that she had one thing to hope for: The Investigation to carry out and possibly arrest Vincent.

But for some reason, the investigation had been going on for some time. Or at least, it felt like it was going on for some time. She hadn't been given what time of day or how long she had been there. For all she knew, it could have been here for only a few hours or weeks or possibly even years. It also didn't really help that there wasn't a clock anywhere that she could use to at least get some bearings on how long she was here.

Regardless of the lack of time, she felt that she was getting less and less sleep every night. Or at least, what she perceived to be nights. The lights were always a bright florescent white, making it a bit difficult to differentiate between day and night. In addition, she started feeling less hungry and thirsty as what she could only assume as weeks went by.

She also began to feel a sleepy feeling wasn't normal either. She didn't know why, but the sleepy feeling had been getting stronger and stronger as the week progressed- or only what she could assume was a week- until she had to catch herself from falling asleep multiple times.

She was awake now, looking through the window in front of the door, doing the same thing she had been doing for who-knows how long.

After looking out and seeing an empty hall, she fell the sleepy feeling eat at her until finally, she decided to do something.

What am I even doing… She thought I should get sleep and just call it a day…

She turned around and fell on top of the small mattress in her bedroom. Surprisingly, instead of the scratchy and incredibly uncomfortable surface that she was used to whenever she got on the bed, the blankets were surprisingly soft, and almost seemed to lull her to sleep instantly.

Maybe just a little rest will do fine…

The bed started to feel more comfortable now that it had ever been. She suddenly felt worries and weights that had been dragging her down for some time now begin to vanish. The once tormented mother started to fee lighter and lighter, until she felt that she could almost fly away from her cell.

She woke up, feeling better now than she had felt since…maybe ever.

"Wow…" She said "I feel….great."

She stood up from her bed fully rested and a feeling of being ready to take on the world. Almost as if she could just walk out of the cell….

Yet…something didn't feel right. She felt in the back of her mind that she was actually missing something….

I don't know what I could have possibly left…She thought But…I guess I'll look.

"Let's see…" She said looking around "We got nothing, nothing, my body, and noth-"

What?

She turned her eyes back to the figure lying on the bed.

It looked exactly like her. Messy and split ended hair, bags under her eyes, and a peaceful expression on the bed.

Wait….something's not right.

She looked at her hands. The certainly appeared to be like her hands, and her feet certainly looked like her feet. But if that was the case, what was that thing that was on her bed?

She tried to touch her body to see if it was real, and to her surprise, she couldn't touch it. Not because the body was fake and she instantly knew that it was a dummy, but because her hand actually went through the body.

Was that….

The woman on the bed appeared to be in a peaceful sleep. The woman's split ended and messy black hair continued to remain still. So still in fact, that she didn't even appear to be worried, bothered, or breathing.

Is….is this a dream?!

She moved her hand through the iron bars. And to her surprise, her hand went through the bars instead of being blocked off by them.

What's going on!?

She tried to go through more things, the wall, the ceiling, and even managed to look into the cell next to her.

Was this a dream?

So it's finally happened.

She turned around to see to her surprise, a figure with thin black limbs, a white platick-like mask with blushed cheeks and purple lines down its eyes, and two white pinprick eyes. It's voice was child-like yet appeared to be more mature than it actually sounded. Like some five year old going on thirty.

Katherina turned around and saw that there was a small marionette in her. With its white plastic face, blushed cheeks, and purple lines running down its face.

"W-who's are you? What's going on?"

Patience Katherina, I'll let you know why I'm here. It said out of its motionless smile.

"C-can you please?" She said "I'm confused, what happened to me? How did you get in here?"

I…I don't know how to put this, The Marionette said out of its static smile but a few hours ago….

Katherina looked towards the body that lied on the bed and considering the message that the marionette said, there was really only one conclusion that she could draw.

"I'm dead aren't I?" she asked

It appears so.

"How did it happen?

Malnutrition. He simply answered I mean, you do show the symptoms

"That still doesn't explain why you're here,"

The marionette stood there until finally, it answered.

I can take you to your son. You just have to follow me

"Follow you?"

Do you want to see your son again?

After all, she was now dead. It's not like she was doing anything better with whatever state she was in right now.

Lead me then….

She followed the marionette. First passing through the walls of the asylum, then by forests, buildings, and occasionally walking through people in the mall, who merely gave a shiver like they had just felt a cold breeze suddenly pass over them.

She followed him until finally; she saw a familiar street that led to a familiar restaurant. Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria looked exactly the same as it did when she had last seen it. However, there seemed to be some kind of decay going on with the restaurant. The bright neon signs seemed dimmer than she remembered them. The windows certainly didn't look as dirty as they used to, and she defiantly didn't remember a sign on the front of the door saying "Restaurant in Violation of health standards."

Needless to say, the pizzeria looked like it had seen better days.

Follow me…. It continued as it then proceeded to walk through the wall.

You're needed. The marionette said out of its static smile.

"Needed?"

It continued to look at her. White pinpricks offering a friendly yet ominous gaze.

Your son needs you now more than ever.

"Why-"

He and the other children are only inches away from justice and peace, yet they are not able to achieve it.

"How are they unable to achieve it?"

The Marionette remained quiet.

The killer has destroyed their bodies. And although the souls can physically hurt him, they cannot hurt another costume.

"So…Vincent's in a costume?"

From when I had last seen him, yes. He said And the last time I had seen him before I brought you here, he was luring Chica to the back room wearing a fake Freddy costume.

"And why am I here?"

You can actually touch the costume. He said You aren't bound by anything, while me and the other children are and are unable to.

"Can't you or somebody else do it?"

Hey, I don't make the rules, I just follow them.

The animatronic suits that the children had possessed were destroyed. Many of them were hacked into small pieces, with the largest pieces showing enormous slash marks.

She then heard a voice in the room just north of the one she was in.

"…S-s-stay away from me!"

She recoginized that voice. Although it was no longer the cool and controlled voice of staring police officers in the face, there was no doubt about who's voice it was.

"Vincent…."

Your son and the other children need you now more than ever.

She phased through the wall and saw the killer himself running away, terrified. And from the image in front of her, he had every right to be. There were five children blocking the doorway. All angry, all looking like they wanted to hurt him.

And chasing him….was her son. Or what she could assume was her son.

"D-don't touch me!" Vincent said running away with the lower part of his arm covered in a scratch mark from what looked like came from one of the children.

"Don't run away from us," Stephen said "We know what you did…."

"No you don't!" he said "And I'll run away from you all I want! Watch me!"

Vincent ran to the other side of the room away from Stephen. Stephen then gently floated towards the killer, causing him to run to the other side of the room.

He was in clear panic. His eyes searching desperately for something that could be of use to him.

She saw him look around for some way of escaping his pursuers, and his eyes seemed to fall upon a large yellow bunny costume sitting in the corner.

"Just confess," Stephen said "It will all be over….."

Vincent made a grin.

"I'll never do it."

Quickly, he ran to the other side of the room and began to get into the costume. He put on the old costume's torso, body, arms and legs, and finally, hands, feet, and mask.

She saw Stephen try to slash at Vincent again with his hand, but instead of getting the scratch mark like last time, his hand merely went through Vincent's arm.

And soon, the other children were trying to slash at Vincent, all attempts having no success.

As suddenly as Vincent appeared panicked, he suddenly entered a state of almost maddening joy.

"Did you think you could catch me?" Vincent laughed from inside the green bunny. "I figured it out! You can't hurt me while I'm in a costume!"

The children stood back from Vincent.

"T-this can't be!" The blonde haired girl said "You can't win! You're not suppose to!"

Vincent continued to revel in his discovery, such that he actually walked in front of the girl and spoke to her.

"Well guess what? I am winning. And there's nothing you can do about it."

As the killer continued to brag, Katherina actually moved from one side of the room to behind him.

She saw a grey circle in the middle of his shoulder blades (Or where she would assume shoulder blades would be.) and in rusted lettering it read Crank Hole.

She then remembered something that the engineer had said the last time she had been here. Something about how the hole loosened and tightened up the costume…

You know what to do. Marionette said behind her.

She didn't know why, but she felt like she needed to stick her hand into the hole.

After thinking for a little bit, she came up with a decision.

"Face it kids," Vincent said gleefully "I've won! And you guys lo-"

She put her arm into a circular hole in the back of the man's costume, and to her surprise, she could feel something inside of the costume.

She felt springs and gears in the machine poised and almost ready to come loose, with the only thing stopping them from snapping was Katherina's phantasmal grip.

And just as she had stuck her hand into the hole, a creaking sound came from Vincent's body. Specifically not his body, but from the body he was inhabiting.

"W-what?" Vincent said with growing panic and dread quickly replacing the reveling joy he had moments ago.

She then crept next to Vincent's left ear, and said something she had been meaning to say to him for quite some time now.

"I told you I would get you back." She said quietly and creepily.

She could hear underneath the mascot's mouth Vincent take a sudden gasp at what she had seen.

And without any regret, Katherina pulled her hand out of the hole.

The reaction was almost instant. An enormous CRACK! Of springs quickly loosening up and crushing whatever was unfortunate enough to be inside of the loops.

Vincent let out a bloody bloodcurdling scream as he fell down to his knees.

She could see the killer grab for parts of his mask, which were now beginning to leak blood out of the joints, eyes, mouth and holes.

"Somebody! H*Gurlgle*ellp!"

The sound of more springs coming undone was heard in a sickening SNAP! Followed by Vincent screaming out some more.

The killer fell to his knees; arms spread open, and his eyes looking down at the rapidly forming puddle of his own blood.

He then made a move; he moved his arms to try and open up his mouth, creating a sound of forced springs tearing at flesh and agonizing pain until she saw Vincent lift the mask open, showing a face covered with piercing springs, blood pain.

Katherina saw Vincent's eyes lock on to hers for a little bit.

And for a brief moment, she thought she saw just a flash of anger in his stone eyes as he saw her and the children.

Suddenly two metal pars pierce the left and right sides his jaw and cheeks causing the mask to slam down and cover his face.

The force of the mask slam caused Vincent then fall down to his knees to a sitting position. No longer bleeding, and breathing shallower and shallower breaths by the moment.

He didn't make noise as he laid there, his eyes looking out on the children and Katherina.

Finally, after what felt like the longest twenty seconds she ever felt, Vincent closed his eyes and stopped moving. His stone-grey eyes closing and his breath getting shallower and shallower until finally, he appeared to have stopped breathing altogether.

None of the children had moved as they looked at the man lying on the floor.

Their eyes then turned to her, who was standing (Or hovering) above his body.

"Did…did you do that?" the brown-haired child asked.

"I….I didn't mean to do that…." She said "I….I thought I would only trap him in there. I didn't mean to k-"

"WOOO HOOOOOO!" The children…cheered? Where they cheering? And why were they…smiling?

"But I-"

"You brought us justice! Now we can rest!"

Suddenly, it came upon her just what she had done. Their killer had been destroyed. And with him gone, the children could finally rest.

It was as if she had been a missing piece in a large puzzle.

"I think I'm going to see my mom." The blonde said.

"Same here lass," The red haired boy said

"You don't have to talk like that anymore," The blone-haired girl said

"Hey, I lived more years with the accent than without, there'd be no chance that I'd be ditichin it now."

"Thank you Katherina," The brown haired boy said "Thank you…"

Their once grey souls suddenly turned a bright white, until finally they along with the marionette had completely vanished from the room.

All except for one.

The last child looked at her. And she looked at her son.

"Hey mom," Stephen said

"Yes Stephen?"

"I'm sorry for running away." He said "I'm sorry for…everything I've done…."

She did the only thing that any parent would do and what she wanted to for years: Speak with her child.

"Don't worry sweetheart." She said stroking his back "It's alright…"

"No! No it isn't!" He cried "I caused all of this to happen I-"

He sniffled.

"I wish I could make it up to you somehow…"

"Don't cry," She said wiping away his tears "I know how we can make this better,"

"Y-you do?"

She nodded.

"How about we do what we used to do?"

"What do you mean?" He asked looking up to her.

"How about we have some time together now." She said "After all, we do have all the time in the world to be together now…."

Her son wiped away his tears and suddenly, a smile grew upon his face.

"That…that sounds great."

She then felt her child hug her. Or at least, the lower half of her body. She hugged him back, enjoying every moment that she spent hugging the child.

"I love you mom," he said as he started to grow transparent like the rest of the children.

"I love you too son …." She said as she grew transparent with her son until finally, she vanished along with any trace of hatred, sadness, guilt, and anger that had been holding her down for so long.

"So very much…."

The end.

Sorry if the ending of this story seems a bit abrupt, but I thought this would be a good way to go out.

As always, thanks for reading. I really appreciate your guys persistence and large patience (Sorry about the several months long hiatus.)

I enjoyed this writing this and I'm glad to say that it has been written. It was strange writing a sad story, but I think I pulled it off and got a good ending in. So…yeah…I guess I failed and succeeded at the same time….

If you have any comments, thoughts, or feel like you can improve my writing grammatically, please do so in any way you can. It would be greatly appreciated.

Thanks my friends, and until we meet again, stay magical my friends.

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