Despite the minutes we stood hugging each other, it still felt too short. I hardly notice the salty water cascading down my cheeks and dropping from my cheeks.
"This is the part where I have to leave, isn't it?" My feet lag as I step away from the group. They watch closely as I head for the exit against my heart's will. Don't make me say goodbye.
My eyes stick on Springtrap's figure as I walk backwards to the hallway. We don't have to say anything to know that each of us is promising we won't forget one another.
I'm sure he's grateful that I'm not fighting his wishes anymore as well. Before I know it, they're out of my site. That's when I hear flames howling from within the main room.
Any moment now and Foxy will light his flame too, so I run for the windowed door.
"(Y/n)!" Speaking of the devil...
I don't say anything. My hand is already on the door's handle. I could just leave.
"For? You've done nothing. You were probably the most brutally honest person here. The only person that lied to me was myself. I should have listened to you.
Maybe it wouldn't hurt as bad." I turn on my heels as he places a hand on my shoulder. Behind him, I see a glow inside the office. He's already lit the flame.
"I'm sorry fur the way I was acting towards ya. The fact that you're standing here right now proves how wrong I was. They didn't kill you when they had so many opportunities to.
They didn't even selfishly hold you hostage to die with them in the fire. They really care fur your survival, you know that? You made them feel alive and cared for.
I thought it was stupid to hold such a wonderful thing in front of their eyes before letting them burn away, but now I realize the gift you've given them.
They will die happy knowing someone still loved them." He pauses a moment. The flames are getting stronger and it's starting to get difficult to breathe.
"Is it too much to ask that ye could forgive me too?"
"Of course not... I'm glad..." I hold up a finger before my lungs heave in a coughing fit. I can't stop, so Foxy nods and hugs me one last time. It's brief.
Before I know it, he's opening the doors and shoving me outside. I land on my shoulder hard, arm reaching for the fox as he retreats to the party room where his family was waiting.
That's the last thing I remember before everything goes black, consciousness evading me.
"(Y/n)! Can you hear me? You have to get up. We need to get away from here!"
I know this voice... My eyes squint open enough for me to see, but everything is blurry. So many flashing colors everywhere. My brain is still too foggy to work properly.
I groan slightly, continuing to blink away the blur until I begin to see somebody's silhouette. "Dad...? What's going on?"
"We need to get you to the hospital, come on. You have to stand!"
"No- No, I'm okay. I just need some water." My eyes have finally adjusted. I spot firetrucks, police vehicles and an ambulance.
Their lights of red and blue light up the nighttime sky along with the flames eating up the pizzeria. Memories of earlier's events come crashing back into my head. "Oh God...
they're all dead, dad! They're all inside!" Panic settles in, making itself at home.
"Who? Who, dear, who?"
"The-the-... The kids!" My hands grip at my father's shirt. I'm trying to make him understand, but how could he? Only I will ever know the things that occurred at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza..
It's been several days since I was released from the hospital. Dad had plenty of questions for me like what happened to me, where I was all this time and who hurt me.
At first, I told him it would be pointless if I explained the entirety of the story. But then he gripped me by the shoulders and promised that no matter what I had to say, he would listen.
That's when I broke down and spilled everything from signing up for my first day on the job to Foxy pushing me out the doors.
As far fetched as it sounds, he knows I wasn't lying because I knew about Springtrap and his true identity. I begged him to keep that secret.
I don't want anybody to focus on the sad stories of the restaurant anymore. It had its conclusion and so did I.
As for the survivors of the building, firefighters dug through the ruins after the fire had been put out, but found nothing.
They did locate five animatronics at the center of the restaurant huddled together. However, one in particular seemed not totally wrecked.
They described it to be slightly bigger than the others. there was a rabbit ear attached to the head and one of the eyes would flicker silver occasionally.
Fate would have it that burning away in a restaurant was too good for a murderer like him.
I guess that means William is still lurking around somewhere, but I haven't had the courage to see for myself.
As for me, life has gotten better. I get to sleep in my own bed again and see my dad every day the way I used to. We agreed that I would swear off working for a year.
Like I previously mentioned long, long ago... we don't need money and I'd rather help out around the house until I've recovered. My heart still aches for them as I'm sure it always will.
But if I hold my Bonnie plush tight enough, I oddly feel better.
One last thing... the past couple nights have been uncomfortable. I don't know if I'm just paranoid, but I swear I'll see a moving shadow from time to time.
That's not anything too spectacular, but there was one time when I was getting ice cream for a midnight snack.
I hadn't even made it to the kitchen yet when I spotted a bowl and spoon already set out on the countertop as if it was waiting for me.
Now, I could easily blame my dad, but it's difficult to argue when I could hear him snoring in his room.