"You won't die."

Michael could feel a light breeze.

"You won't die."

He could feel the heat of the sun on his back.

"You won't die", rang out Baby's voice.

Michael tried responding but couldn't. He felt numb and lifeless, but slowly his feeling returned.

"You won't die", her voice said one final time as he stood up. He opened his eyes to see a blurry world of black and white.

"I think I recognize this road", he mumbled tensely.

As his vision came into focus, he saw townspeople yelling at him, telling him to leave. So, he frantically ran as fast as he could until he reached the city. Color began returning to his vision.

He stopped in an alleyway and took a moment to rest, but as Michael put his hands to his face, he realized they were a ghastly violet color. He instinctively backed away from his own hands in alarm,  then rushed to the nearest store to find a mirror.

People parted a way for him left and right as he rushed to see himself. Once he found a mirror, he stared into it profusely.

The face that stared back at him was his, but not. He had no hair, a sunken nose, and had piercing gray eyes. He almost couldn't consider himself alive. Like a decaying corpse. He desperately struggled to try and feel his face with his hands, but feeling hadn't fully returned yet.

He left the store and began to run from the city as far as possible.

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Henry opened his eyes to see his wife seated beside him. An EKG beeped in the background. He tried sitting up, but pain coursed through his chest. 

His wife coaxed him back down, "No, honey, you need your rest."

"How...", he tried to say.

"You have lung cancer, dear", she explained, "All the smoking you did caused a big problem."

"But..."

"No buts, Henry. This is when you quit smoking. Find a new way to cope because this one is killing you", she said with tears in her eyes. 

Just then, the doctor walked in, "Miss Charlotte?"

"Dr. Martin, how were the test results?", she asked.

He announced, "Good news, he'll be as good as new in about 7 months. With a combination of chemotherapy and radiology, he'll be in complete remission by then. He will, of course, have to come in for check-ins every month but the surgery was a complete success."

She started crying tears of joy, "Oh, thank you, doctor"

"I'll leave you alone with him, ma'am", he said as he walked out.

She kissed him on the forehead, "We'll get through this, babe."

Henry fell asleep.

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Michael stumbled into the old Afton house. The Fredbear costume still sat on the sofa. But this time he felt as though it was watching him.

He sat beside it as he tried to mentally recap what happened. 

"There was Elizabeth", he said to himself, "And a few others, I don't remember. I remember doing a lot of crawling. And I remember panic. Fear."

"But where was I?"

Something compelled him to write on the nearest piece of wall with a marker he'd found.

"Father. It's me, Michael", he wrote.

"I did it. I found it. It was right where you said it would be. They were all there. They didn't recognize me at first but then they thought I was you. And I found her. I put her back together, just like you asked me to. She's free now.

"But something is wrong with me. I should be dead. But I'm not. I've been living in shadows. There is only one thing left for me to do now. I'm going to come find you. I'm going to come find you."

He threw down the marker as memories flooded back into his brain. The rental company. Circus Baby. The Scooper. The amalgamation of parts.

Michael decided to hurry back to the office building, taking the old bike from the garage. He struggled to pedal.

When he arrived at the office and walked into the lobby, Liara was there.

"Michael?", she asked. He nodded.

"You're not looking much worse than yesterday. I told you to go to the doctor but you keep refusing."

"I was here yesterday?"

She sighed, "Yes. Now, please go to the doctor before I call somebody."

"Wait wait, what did I do while I was here?"

"Well, it's been a week since you were acting like your normal self. You kept having...conversations with yourself and snarling at the maintenance rooms downstairs. I try sending you home every day but you keep coming back here."

"I don't remember any of that", he said.

"Oh?", Liara challenged, "Just like you don't remember where all the mascots went? We're losing hundreds of dollars thanks to whatever caused those things to disappear, and you're the only person who was close to them when it happened."

"It wasn't me, Liara."

"Yeah sure. I'm done with your shenanigans, Michael. Leave now. You're fired."

He pleaded, "Liara-".

"Leave!", she yelled, "I don't care if we were childhood friends! You ruined my business. Get out of here!" She turned in a huff and stormed off.

Michael opened his mouth to say something but decided against it.

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Charlotte picked up the receiver, "Hello?"

"Hey, Mrs. Emily", Michael responded.

"Michael?", she nearly jumped for joy, "Where have you been? Why didn't you return my calls? You know Henry's still laying here sick?"

"Woah, slow down, Mrs. Emily. Some stuff happened. I'm sorry. Where's Henry?"

"He's right here", she handed the phone to bedridden Henry.

"Henry?"

"Hey-", Henry tried talking but then clenched his teeth in pain. He instead pointed to the notepad beside him and began writing.

Charlotte explained, "Henry's gonna write out when he wants to say and I'll tell it to you, okay?"

"Sure."

"Okay", she started, "'How are you?', he says."

Michael tried laughing, "I'm alright, Henry. How are you?"

"'Tired'"

"You should sleep."

"'I've been sleeping for days, Afton Jr.'"

Michael winced at being called that, "Do you need anything from me?"

"'I need you to-'"

"Yes?"

Charlotte paused for a moment before relaying, "'I need you to leave.'"

"Wait", Michael asked, "Why?"

"'You weren't here.'"

"Henry, how could I have been there? I was possessed by the mascots."

"'Don't make excuses.'"

Michael shouted, "I'm not making excuses!"

"'You sound like your father.'"

Michael was speechless.

"'I can't be associated with an Afton again.'", Charlotte continued, "'I can't lose anyone else. Cancer showed me that. I'm sorry but this is-'."

"This is what?", Michael demanded.

"Looks like he's fallen asleep, dear", she said softly.

"What now?"

"I think you'd better listen to him, Michael. We don't want him more stressed."

The line cut off. Charlotte sighed.

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The Puppet rose from its box. It glided down the hallway in an eerie fashion. 

After a few turns, it arrived at the Parts & Service room of the new location. 

The dim light shone onto it. Its new design was much more heavy-duty to prevent any more mishaps, but it still effortlessly made its way to the broken husk of Freddy Fazbear.

The original models had been repurposed for parts and they all stared into different directions without purpose. But the Puppet bent down and materialized a ghostly gift box in front of Freddy.

It glowed brightly as the spirit of Gabriel stuck his head out of Freddy's body. He stood up, regarded the Puppet, then knelt down to open the present. Once he opened it, both Gabriel and the present disappeared.

Freddy began activating while the Puppet repeated the same with the other 3 main cast members. They all stood up and looked at each other wistfully. While they kept staring at their surroundings, the Puppet made its way to the Fredbear suit in the corner.

Then, the spirit of Charlie appeared as the Puppet fell limp. She walked slowly towards Fredbear. When she got close enough, she simply placed her hand on its forehead.

A yellow and purple aura began emanating from Fredbear as Charlie backed away. The suit itself started twitching about. It was in suit mode and had its springlocks retracted, so it could not walk like the rest. Charlie frowned at Fredbear before returning to the Puppet and becoming it once more. 

All the mascots sat and the Puppet returned to its box.