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All of the animatronics were broken. There was nothing left, nothing else to fix. So the last thing you could do was head down, into the depths of the pizza plex. They all tried to stop you. Gregory’s crying was the most effective, but your mind was set in stone. You had to end this, here and now.
“Get everyone out. I’ll see you after.” You reassure, leaning down to scoop Gregory into one last hug. He’s like the little brother you never had. “A shooting star like you should never go out.”
Finally, you pass Gregory off to Freddy, and the two of you share a nod before you finally turn to Vanessa. She throws her arms around your neck, begging you to come back safe, but you both know that’s not happening.
Finally, you step into the elevator, and wave your companions goodbye. Every floor that goes by, your heart drops a bit more into your stomach. You don’t want to die. You don’t want it to end right now. Wasn’t there a chance for you to come out of this alive, with all of your friends safe and happy?
Maybe if you’d cared a little more. Or if you’d opened up to your friends, even just a little. Maybe then you’d at least have no regrets.
There’s one last security room for you to guard, and a few more goodbyes you need to give. Hearing Chica’s garbled attempts at communication breaks your heart, and silently watching Roxy paw around for a child that isn’t there makes your guilt bubble up. You just want to hug them, tell them that everything is going to be alright. Maybe you can still fix them, take them home and polish ‘em up, good as new. But when Monty slinks up to the mouth of the vent, all hope is lost. It really is too late.
The room is unbearably hot, hot enough that your uniform sticks to your body and your skin blisters when you touch anything metal.
Halfway through, the pain becomes unbearable, and tears begin to spill down your eyes. Roxy cries right along with you, and when you forget to close the door, Chica comes in as well and joins the two of you. It might’ve been comical if it weren’t so sad.
You reach out to press the button one last time, but hesitate, turning to your friends who are now all gathered with you. They calmed down when they realized it was you and not Gregory in the room.
“You guys can still leave. Find some other exit, meet up with Freddy.” You try, but none of them move. Monty and Chica give you stern looks, telling you they won’t leave you to die alone. Roxy is still too lost in her grief to even process your words.
Sighing, you press the button, and the heat engulfs the four of you. Your skin feels like it’s melting, but you still run up to your friends and throw your arms around them. As the world fades from a fiery red to pitch black, you can’t help but think this is what everyone wanted.