Closing statement

"Hello, people."

"Even though things have been difficult at Freddy Fazbear's, we intend to put on a wild final show for all of you."

"Let's celebrate!"

"Parents, please keep an eye on your children."

"More importantly, please keep a vigilance that they're having fun!"

"Eventually, we're going to be leaving, so this will be a heck of a last show!"

"But keep in mind that all Freddy Fazbear's merchandise is 75% off!"

"Unless we have any further announcements to make, let Fredbear and Bonnie take the stage, as I, the humble Golden Bonnie, don't want to steal the spotlight any further"

Then, under the frantic gibbering of the crowd, and covered by the motorized chugging of the robotic suits, I whispered to both of the men inside.

"There's a major fucking fiasco going on right now 'upstairs' with the kids; you guys want to have a good resume, I would suggest playing hero if you can."

Lamely, I hobbled off stage within the bulky, foam padded suit.

Under the distractions of the performers, I headed down the hall towards the security room for a lunch break.

Shadowed by my ridiculous costume was a day-time security guard.

"There you are. Smith, you got a fag?"

"I don't, man; sorry. Trying to quit."

"Sure, sure. Suit yourself," the guy said. Chuckling with a bit of a maniacal flair to the laughter.

Looking back at it now, I could probably have seen what they were doing with that gizmo of their's, but I was too pre-occupied in my own indulgences.

Even if I tried to stop it from happening, then what? They would've just seen me charging, and activated it anyways.

Whatever I could have done, it would never have been enough to stop our restaurant from going tits up completely.

Damn everything about this fucking place. I hate it. I fucking hate all of the assholes working here after those two guys got completely gutted, live and on camera.


I hustled back to where I just walked from when I heard the screaming begin, and I watched the grim tableau unfold.