Y is for Your Fate

#[Y is for Yielding](https://www.reddit.com/user/i-can-draw-things-jk)
by u/i-can-draw-things-jk

 

“*You must visualize a ‘shadow double’. You must interact with your ‘double’ if you feel bored or restless. You are free to draw on the papers, and you will receive new papers when necessary. The first test…*”

I was told that this was a psychological experiment that would go on for a month; all I had to do was stay in the room, alone, with the sensors on my head, and while I was there, I would visualize a double of myself. Seemed easy enough. I tuned out the dull voice as it continued to speak. They hooked me up to the sensors, then explained the process once more; the idea was to keep him with me the whole time.

At first, I had trouble with it; this was a lot more work than just ordinary daydreaming. Until, one day…

I continued to watch the television. "*Fredbear and Friends*". It wasn’t a show that I usually watched, but it had the least terrible quality of the shows that were currently on. I imagined a few scenarios in my head, thinking about what if I was Fredbear’s friend. So, I began to play along with the voice that usually tells us what to do. I was losing interest in the show anyway. I start talking as if Fredbear was real, and not just on a TV screen having adventures with his friends. At first, I couldn't keep him with me for more than a few minutes before getting distracted, but soon, I was able to imagine him for the entire time.

“So, how are things?” I ask aloud. No response.

“Things have been great with me, although I do wish I had someone to play with.”


A soft voice responds. “**Let’s play.**”

I jump back slightly, the television screen froze up, Fredbear looking directly at me. At first I was scared, but I began talking to him a bit more. I even ended up playing Rock, Paper, Scissors with him, although I always won because he always played paper.

Nonetheless, I enjoyed hanging out with him. He let out a hearty laugh and said “**Goodnight, A.**”

The TV shut off by itself and I felt almost comforted by a shadowy presence. I lay in my bland bed, and think of the adventures we’d have tomorrow. “**Tomorrow is another day.**”

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When I woke up, Fredbear was already there, on the screen, waiting for me. We continued to play and talk. He’s been telling me things. Things from outside my small room. He talked about the people outside. He told me about some things that I didn’t understand. One man hide-and-seek. Red string, pulsating like veins. A girl not like the others. And Animus. Fredbear noticed how I didn’t understand any part of what he said, so he just changed the topic into something I could understand. The science guys came in to give me food again. Fredbear immediately stopped in the middle of a sentence, and resumed talking once the personnel left. Fredbear told me I should cooperate with what they tell me to do for now. Then he’d let me see the outside world.

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I started the day with drawing Fredbear. He just smiled and talked with me. He told me I was such a good artist, and that I should continue drawing him some more. I laughed along to his request. He was fun to draw though. I heard another voice, from somewhere else, somewhere outside the room. Judging by how his ear perked up, I assumed Fredbear heard it too. He smiled at me with an almost cartoony grin, saying that he’ll be right back. He assured me he was just going to talk to ‘Bonnie’.

He said he’d leave on the show if it made me feel better, I nodded somewhat reluctantly. I didn’t want him to leave. But maybe he just wanted to bring me another friend! I dunno. I trusted him.

It’s been a while. I’ve already made it to the end of Fredbear and Friends, Episode 25. He’s still not here. I sighed, tapping idly on the floor. Some more people came in, which was weird, because they usually came a few hours apart from each other. One of them was someone named ‘Dr. Sugeno’; the man asked if Fredbear wanted to talk with him. I told him to wait, because Fredbear was talking to Bonnie. I said that they were in the other room. He didn't like that.

“**Heya.**” Fredbear returned with a seemingly sheepish grin on his face. “**Sorry, I'm late. Bonnie decided to talk more.**”

I pressed on for what they were talking about, but he denied talking about the topic. He said that Bonnie was always listening, and that we shouldn’t talk about people behind their backs. I asked him what Bonnie was like. He told me he was a rabbit. I started to grow sleepy, and Fredbear tucked me into my bed, watching over me calmly.

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I drew myself playing with Fredbear. I noticed he had purple splotches on his arms. When I asked him about it, he said that it was an accident with Bonnie. I asked him if Bonnie hurt him, but he just talks as if I didn’t ask. I stopped asking.

He started asking questions of his own. Questions like "**what do you remember?**" "**do you remember your name?**" "**do you miss them?**"
It's so difficult to remember, as if some fog is blocking my view.

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The scientists give me books to read; they're not easy but I understand some of it. I get to the part about Mars. I wonder if there are aliens up there?

>*Mars is named after the mythological Roman god of war because it appears of red colour.*

I like red, red is like delicious apples. I look up the god of war mentioned, and it leads me to the entry for "Ares":

>*Ares (Ancient Greek: Ἄρης) is the god of war in Greek mythology and one of the Twelve Olympians. The son of Zeus and Hera, Ares was representative of war’s horrors; he is a brutal and fearsome being, one who reveled senseless carnage and mindless bloodshed. Described as overwhelming and insatiable in his lust for battle, Ares would often ride across the battlefield in his chariot, accompanied by his sons Phobos (Fear) and Deimos (Terror).*

Ares… I like that name. Was that who I was before?

***

Fredbear kept coming back with more and more purple splotches. He said that they’re from touching Bonnie. I think Bonnie is made of ink. Fredbear kept telling me about what he sees. In the other rooms. Beyond the facilities. "**what do you see?**" "**what are you still doing here?**"

***

I’ve stopped sleeping. Fredbear always leaves during the day. I stay awake so I can talk to him. Bonnie came in. Fredbear said that Bonnie usually comes when I’m asleep. Bonnie whispers things to me. Fredbear nods absent-mindedly, as though he can hear what Bonnie says. Fredbear and Bonnie kept telling me about how I was trapped. I never really thought about it, but I should’ve.

I’m becoming closer to Bonnie. He told me that we’d be even closer if I stopped talking to the personnel. Only them. I agree, because it’s not like the personnel care. Fredbear and Bonnie take care of me as if they were my parents. They're both all black now.

I tell Fredbear about what I read, about planets and gods and all sorts. Fredbear listens. "**Ares, hmmm..?**" he doesn't say anything else for a while. "**Is that who you want to be?**" I don't need to talk for him to know the answer.

"**... hmmm… then I'll be your Phobos.**"

***

I don’t want to talk to them.

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I jolt upright, clutching at my throat and coughing. My teeth hurt. Fredbear asks me if I'm alright and I tell him I had a nightmare. I ask him what happened and he and Bonnie just look at one another and shrug.

I keep trying to stay awake but every night is a new dream, like I'm not in my own body anymore. I see things. Terrible things. Fires, explosions, waves swallowing cities. People hurting each other. A little girl in a room like mine screaming as if possessed.

I have to get out of here.

***

I developed a habit of muttering things that Fredbear and Bonnie tell me. As if to confirm I understood what they said. I’ve learned to speak like them, so that the bad people don’t understand what I’m saying. I still slip up sometimes though, but Bonnie dismissed it as nothing. I didn't know there were words with clicks like that.
Bonnie said that Fredbear told him I could draw. He asked me to draw a couple things. He told me that I could let the bad people take them. Fredbear nodded.

***

I'm interviewed by a new doctor, Vincent. I don't like him. I just want him GONE. Fredbear sneaks up behind him, and Vincent is suddenly screaming like he has a huge headache. Then he falls to the ground. My head hurts, I feel like it's about to explode. Fredbear keeps telling me it's okay and that we'll get out soon.

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###I WILL GET OUT OF HERE

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I feel like I've been stepped on, like a crowd of people walked over me. Fredbear and Bonnie are whispering to one another, and I can hear the name "Chica" mentioned several times. Is she here too?

***

I found it easier to talk with both Fredbear and Bonnie. It’s like they’re a part of me now.

***

Bonnie and Fredbear encourage me to draw. I always listened to them on a whim. They always want to help me. Just a bit more.

***

“Ares!” I turned to Bonnie. It’s been awhile since they’ve called me anything aside from ‘A’. “I know a way to get you out!”

Bonnie told me his plan. I agreed to it. It’s time they get what they deserve.

***

They’ve done it. The locks are broken. Bonnie, no… *Deimos* said that they just needed to help Foxy and Chica. I waited in my room, waiting for their signal. I couldn’t leave without them.

***

Where did Susie go when the bomb went off?

Everywhere.

***

They were smug. They thought they were better than me, I don’t like that.

They tasted delicious.

The mailman looks at me, shaking. I reach out to him with my blackened hand. It's okay, I tell him. I owe him. Now it's time to finish this.

 

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Michael woke up with a start and clutched his head, legs shaking. “Sam? Was that you?”

“Was what me?” The girl in the back asked, just as confused as he was. “Are you alright, Michael?”

The man averted his gaze as the young woman besides him continued to drive. He continued to stare at the road as he contemplated his latest vision. One that Lukas had shown him previously about his once-ally Ares. Was he even still alive? Clyde had told him about his part of the mission, and was equally shocked to learn of what Ares had done, what he had become.

He looked down at the large bruise on his forearm, now pulsating and moving around. He knew. Some part of Ares was still human. Michael wished he wouldn't have to deal with that psychopath again, but as they sped off to an unknown destination, he resigned himself to his fate, knowing that somewhere, somehow, their paths were to cross once [more](https://www.reddit.com/user/i-can-draw-things-jk).

 

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#[Y is for Yearning](https://www.reddit.com/user/SenshiOfSadness)
by u/SenshiOfSadness

 

Leaving behind the burning neighborhood, Michael sped off in resolve, knowing what to do. Tangled Freddy may have gotten away this time, but he trusted fate to deal with him in due course.

“So, he wants to end the legacy... Hmmm, might as well lend him a hand.”

Rummaging through his duffel bag he found what he looked for. A Fazbear Ent. issued taser that Lefty had stolen from the ruined pizzeria; despite the wear and tear, the child-oriented company’s logo was still visible. Of all the things left of this deadly legacy... that was one in too many ironies about his old workplace. Unable to help himself Michael recalled its first use...

>The purpose of this tape is to test automated response times and reaction from vintage interactive attractions following audio stimuli. If you are playing this tape, that means that not only have you been checking outside at the end of every shift, as you were instructed to do, but also that you have found something that meets the criteria of your special obligations under paragraph four...

His boss’ voice was coming from the cassette player. He knew that voice, but since that incident those years ago he had lost track… it was a wonder how the old man was still alive and kicking.

>Before you is an animatronic found in the back alley. We are unsure of its origins. It is your job to complete the maintenance checklist before claiming it as salvage - or, if you choose to, you can throw it back into the alley where you found it and forfeit payment. Please make your choice now."

Miraculously, Baby was here, sitting in front of him, with a body of her own instead of that awful, tangled and wired mess of a hivemind. While she didn’t look like herself, it was close enough to recognize her.

Gathering his courage, Michael started the audio prompt in the cassette. The room was soon filled with high pitched sounds, with horrifying mechanical sounds. It went on and on until the annoying dreadful sound stopped.

>Document results.

Michael flinched with the return of the normal voice. Baby hadn’t moved at all. He tore his eyes from her for a moment to scribble down an X on “No”. Raising his sight from the paper, their eyes met.
“It’s so good to meet a familiar face.” said Baby.

“Missed me?”

Michael forced himself to keep a straight face. He was hurt, but it wasn't because he had been used as a skin suit, nor was it because she had killed him twice. It was because she had left him; after he'd sacrificed himself she hadn't stayed by his side.

“Where are the rest?”

He inquired. Baby merely shrugged, and for a split second she looked sideways almost as she was embarrassed. “Never mind that. Never mind… the past.”

Baby then took the initiative. “It's strange. I've been wanting and fearing this moment. I wanted to make things right, but I was… ashamed. I wanted to meet you, but I feared you would reject me for running away.”

She sounded sincere enough. Despite himself, Michael couldn't be angry with her forever. After all, she had come back. He had been waiting for his sister. Her cold metal hand touched his cold leathery skin, disconnecting him from his musings.

“You must let me inside. Here. This already feels like home…”

He felt so entranced, his sister’s, no, Baby’s voice was so soothing. Telling him what he wished to hear the most. To leave the bad behind, to keep only what truly matters. He could make this Pizzeria work, he could be better than his father and Henry.

“We could be a family again... Please, I have missed all of this, our time together.”

At some point her hand had gone to his cheek, now she was caressing him, his hand over hers. Michael found himself he had been longing for touch, any kind of touch.

“Maybe. We could start over...” Michael said hesitantly. Perhaps he could gather the best of the family, perhaps he could fetch Kevin, wherever he was. Perhaps he could find heaven on earth, since the afterlife had been denied for him. A genuine smile surfaced to his face.

Baby leaned closer, looking at him intensely.

“I will make you proud… Daddy.” Her saccharine voice didn't hide a malicious small flicker in her bright green eyes. She flung her claw to his neck with killing intent as he struck the taser at her. The lights went out. Flickering, the lamp revealed the smoking carcass of the animatronic girl and the convulsing purple figure of Mike.

“Too bad I wasn't Father, right?”

He said panting. His eyes burnt, he wanted to cry, but he couldn't. His tear ducts had dried out long ago. Once again she had managed to betray [him](https://www.reddit.com/user/SenshiOfSadness).

 

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#[Y is for Yantra](https://www.reddit.com/user/Skyhawk_Illusions)
by u/Skyhawk_Illusions

 

Russell rubbed the tiredness out of his eyes, squinting against the saltwater spray as he pushed the throttle forward to engage forward gear. 26 knots… 28 knots… he had to go faster. Everything had gone to shit since that fateful discovery and he now bore a heavy weight upon his shoulders. He wondered how life would have been like if he had just listened to his instincts and left it well alone.

Following the nightmare across the country was another on its own. When that message from Isaac with all those images of this monster arrived, he had to know more. Learning that there would be a convention up in Harrisburg, and that Isaac would also be there, he had to search for answers. He was astounded at just how bad it had gotten, how Isaac's friend had gotten lost at a nearby ghost town, and how everything had become interconnected.

Then came the visions. Terrible things, a projection of events past, present, and future, and what role he had to play in the events to come. He was reluctant, but he also knew it was up to him to set right what had gone wrong. The package that sat outside his hotel room door only served as further confirmation that there was no going back.

He remembered when he opened the box how there was a small worn taser with a note inside:

> You need these now more than I do.
> M. A.

Underneath, was a familiar leather-bound book and a longer letter, plus a set of boat keys attached to a miniature life preserver.

>We have never met, but you and I both know what we saw. No doubt you heard about that massive gas explosion in Portsmouth, fully aware of the real significance of this event. We did what we had to save those that we could and even more. The girl and the shadows were instrumental in navigating our fate. They are the only reason why we even still have a chance.

>You can end this. Tanner will be expecting us to seek him out but he will not be expecting you. As for myself, there is a new mission. There are others like Samantha out there and I sure as hell won’t let what happened to me or to all those poor children happen to them. Finish this. Help us destroy what is left of this dark legacy; we may be the only ones who can.

Squinting, he checked the messages on his phone. Maryland. The last trace of that creature was in the coastal city. He wasn't going to keep the devil waiting.

>This will surely be a dangerous and difficult task, but I believe in you. I am so sorry that you were unlucky enough to be entangled in this major conspiracy. I am sorry that it was you who set Tanner Albright free to terrorize the world he hated so much. I understand now; he didn't kill himself to end it all, he killed himself to end *them* all.

He had been shown exactly where Tangled Freddy would strike next and had come prepared with an assortment of tools from a couple of trips to Lowe's and Home Depot. It felt almost like an episode of "*Supernatural*", and he was the Winchesters' lackey. The deserted parking lot provided a perfect place to trap Tangled Freddy, and under the light of the flickering streetlamps, he set up the intricate yantra in chalk and salt, checking and double-checking the Solomonic sigils and pentacles once again before concealing it with a tarp. His heart raced as he pulled out the taser and waited for the monster to arrive.

>I researched all the rituals and resources as best as I could, and more. 11 Miles, Three Kings, Midnight Man, Tomino’s Hell, One-Man Hide and Seek. I plundered Animus to fortify myself and to give you a clear shot. I even traveled nearly four leagues to hell and back to get the final piece of the puzzle.

>The knowledge of how to banish him for good.

Seeing the event happen through an outsiders' eyes could never have prepared him for the emergence of the abomination as it strode out of the darkness. It had gotten bigger and stronger, now more flesh than animatronic. He had already seen the slowly-mutating appearance in his visions but seeing it in person was still almost enough for his mind to scream at him to run. Nevertheless, he stood his ground, knowing that if he ran, he would most certainly die.

What he had first seen as ugly, dilapidated, and misshapen couldn't be further from this now. Where he had felt threadbare fabric was now a layer of brown savaged skin, leathery yet strangely youthful, scarred and branded with all the evil signs he had once seen inked in blood. But what stood out more than anything was what the yarn had become. It wasn't a tangled mess of thread wrapping around a doll anymore, but a vast network of pulsating blood vessels, engorged, twisted, and snaking in and out of the skin like unkempt vines strangling a long-abandoned temple.

He felt the crushing weight press down upon him once more, this time much stronger, as if the sky itself was smothering him as it did to Atlas for millenia. He felt like an antelope caught in the eyes of a lion who knew that its prey had no escape. And yet, he also felt a sense of confusion within the anticipation.

"*Come on motherfucker… I'm right here… you remember me, don't you?*" Russell muttered to himself as if trying to find the words to taunt the monster, glancing occasionally at the ground behind him, careful not to give away exactly what he was checking for.

>By combining several rites Tanner managed to create something that far surpassed anything we thought possible. Unfortunately for him, he neglected one crucial detail.

He glanced back, but it was too late, and Tangled Freddy was virtually upon him now. He fell over in shock and hurriedly backed away as it let out an evil low laugh, before readying its tendrils to drain him dry. Just before it could reach him, though, he thrust his hand forward, and a cloud of road salt spread onto its face, into its empty eye sockets. It let out a roar of pain and anger, clawing at its face in an attempt to brush away the caustic substance as Russ got up and backed away quickly, taking advantage of the distraction to get himself into position. With a final shake of its head, Freddy looked around wildly and upon seeing Russell, that puny man, it roared furiously and beat at its chest before rushing towards him like a raging bull.

This time, however, Russ was ready. He had made it angry, and was taking full advantage of that blind rage. 26 feet… 20 feet… 10 feet… 5 feet… it felt like time was slowing down as Russ dove off to the side as Freddy bore down upon him. True to plan, its inertia carried him past Russ onto the tarp, and it slipped; Freddy's foot had pushed the tarp aside and for a moment, Russ was afraid that his trap hadn't worked, but then Freddy's head connected with an invisible barrier with a satisfying **thunk** and it collapsed onto the ground.

>This Freddy is too tightly bound to the restless soul; I believe that if exposed to enough saltwater, it will not exorcise the spirit, but it will bind it in place. As strong and powerful as he is, he is still bound by the rules of the game. I do not know if simply spitting salt water or sake in its face will be enough, but there is another way.

Russ wasted no time grabbing the salt and spreading it around the pentacle to ensure Freddy's confinement. It stood up, confused at first until it attempted to leave the boundary of the chalk figure. Each attempt was rebuffed by an invisible force, as if there was suddenly a cylindrical wall surrounding it. That's when it looked down and gave off an unholy scream, raging against the heavens and against the man who had dared outwit him. It began charging at Russ again, banging its fists against the invisible fence like a rabid dog, each failure enraging it even more.

As frightening as it was, Russ remained as calm as he could under the circumstances, and reached forward to dump the saltwater all over the animatronic. He might as well have poured acid, as it writhed and spasmed on the asphalt in excruciating pain. Rushing into the cage, he brought down the taser on the beast, and it received the impact of 26,000,000 volts, letting out an inhuman screech full of rage and pain. It launched forward trying to slam the man before him, but his servos were already seizing and his hand barely brushed against Russell’s head. As Russ backed out of the way, the silver chain holding the pentagram to the bear’s arm broke away, leaving him clutching Tanner’s necklace… the last part of his humanity, now stripped free; it tried to lunge for the necklace in sheer desperation before freezing up altogether and collapsing in a heap of parts onto the ground.

>You must take him somewhere inescapable. A vast infinity that no man or being has any hope of leaving, where he can never be found.

>Finish the task I could not.

>Condemn him to a watery grave.

>Forever.

Russell felt like a murderer, dragging the monstrosity onto the yacht. He had managed to wrap it up like a mummy in the red cord and tape before slumping it into a wheelbarrow but the damn thing was as heavy as two people. The fact that he had been able to bring it to the sea port relatively unnoticed was another miracle to add to tonight’s list.

Embarking upon his fateful journey with Freddy in tow, he looked back at the receding coastline and wondered to himself. Why was he even doing this?? This was just a kid for Christ's sake! Was it really his place to cast judgment upon a child in this fashion? But then he remembered the visions, the news articles. This wasn't about killing a condemned prisoner… this was about saving lives. Had Tanner lived, had he remained human, he probably would have went on to commit yet another shooting spree like in so many other places before… Parkland... Sandy Hook... Blacksburg... Columbine… and now Brushton... Instead of simply becoming a local monster like the others before him, he had become something far worse, capable of continuing his rampage anywhere, at any time, and for who knows how long. He had turned himself into an unstoppable juggernaut, having thrown aside human restraint and morals to take what he wanted, no matter how many he would kill in the process.

Perhaps a loving and merciful God still had room to forgive this wayward soul even after all these terrible sins. But Russ knew that there would be no forgiveness for him if he saw the opportunity to end it and simply watched the world burn instead of stepping up to the plate.

With that in mind, he sped forward into the foggy night, with a new resolve to finish what he had [started](https://www.reddit.com/user/Skyhawk_Illusions/).

 

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#[Y is for Yonder](https://www.reddit.com/user/AuthorOfFreddy)
by u/AuthorOfFreddy

 

The boat continued speeding farther from land, away from the inhabitants the now-unconscious Tangled Freddy could potentially harm, as dense fog passed by Russell’s boat. He had to be absolutely sure that Freddy could not possibly return, so he had plotted a course towards international waters, beyond the continental shelf. The boat slowly came to a complete stop and Russell exited the bridge, heading over to where Freddy was laying.

“Oh, Tanner.” Russell said to himself as he looked at this abominable imitation of a Freddy suit. “I guess this is goodbye, it’s time for all of the pain and suffering to end.” Russell grabbed Freddy by the leg and proceeded to drag him towards the edge of the boat. As Russell reached the edge, however, he felt movement behind him. He turned around to see Freddy moving as it regained consciousness.

Russell dropped Freddy’s leg as he began to back away from Freddy as it got up off the deck to look at a terrified Russell. Everything felt silent as the two beings locked eyes with each other, with Russell’s normal human eyes and Freddy’s soulless, pitch-black holes. Freddy began to wiggle as it tried to break out of the restraints, first gradually, then frantically like prey being grasped by the mouth of a predator. Russell glanced the area around him, knowing the bear will break through its restraints at any minute with enough movement.

“*Wait, the radio in the bridge, I can use that to get-*” Russell’s thoughts were interrupted when he heard the sound of rope snapping and tape ripping. Freddy had broken out of it’s restraints and began to approach Russell, sniffing at the air all the while. “Oh Shit!” Russell muttered to himself as he began to make a sprint towards the bridge, Freddy's howl of rage right behind him.

Russell reached the bridge and barricaded the door, but he knew it wouldn’t last long against an animatronic bear. Russell activated the radio and began to speak. “**Mayday, mayday, mayday, someone is trying to kill me here! I’ve barricaded myself in the bridge, but I don’t think it will last long. Please send help!**”.

The barricade collapsed as Freddy burst into the room, its enraged howling now at full volume. Russell looked around to see what could be used for defense. Seeing an emergency axe within a glass case on the wall near him, he quickly got up and shattered the glass case. “Alright you stupid bear, you will go into that ocean whether you want to or not.” Russell said to Freddy, clutching the axe tightly in his hands.

Russell took a swing at Freddy’s head, hitting the bear with a solid blow. As Freddy got up from the ground, its enraged howling growing in intensity, Russell took another swing with the axe, however Freddy grabbed it as it came close to the animatronic costume it wore. “Let go!” Russell yelled as he tried to get the axe back, but it slipped from his hands and was now being held by Freddy.

Russell wasted no time and ran out of the bridge and onto the deck. Freddy’s grip tightened on the axe as he snapped the weapon in two. The bear began walking out of the bridge and out onto the deck towards where Russell was, a sitting duck with Freddy approaching him. “Wait, the taser!” Russell muttered to himself as he remembered he brought a taser with him.

Russell pulled out the taser and pointed it towards Freddy, who stopped when it saw what was being held in the hands of the one it was about to kill. “Stay back!” I don’t want to use this.” Russell yelled out to Freddy. The bear stood there for a moment, but continued to walk towards Russell, a low giggle rumbling from its belly. Without hesitation, Russell activated the taser and thrust it towards Freddy, but the animatronic stepped out of the way, causing Russell to miss his target. The animatronic bear grabbed Russell, yanked the taser from his hand, and threw it across the deck.

Freddy prepared to kill Russell off once and for all, bloody tendrils hovering in the air like tentacles. “Go ahead Tanner, kill me. It won't make a difference.” Russell said to the animatronic bear with a smirk, accepting his fate. Freddy used his free hand to grab the top of Russell’s head, ready to rip it clean off his shoulders. “ɴᴏ!” a female voice yelled out as a fist hit Freddy, knocking him clear across the deck.

Russell fell onto the wooden paneling and looked up to see who had attacked Freddy; it was Lefty, who had been awoken by the sounds of Russell and Freddy. Lefty held out their hand and brought Russell to his feet. “ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴋᴀʏ ʀᴜssᴇʟʟ?” Lefty asked. “Yeah I’m alright. Who are you?" Russell asked the black and red bear in front of him. “ᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs ʟᴇꜰᴛʏ.” came the reply. “ᴡᴇ sɴᴜᴄᴋ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴀᴛ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴀɴɢʟᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴇᴅᴅʏ ᴏɴʙᴏᴀʀᴅ.” Lefty then turned their head away from Russell and towards Tangled Freddy, who was getting back up on its feet. They knew what needed to be done, Russell alone wouldn’t be enough to end the evil incarnate that was Tangled Freddy.

Lefty quickly charged towards Tangled Freddy and brought it to the ground. Red tendrils began emerging from the openings of Freddy’s suit, wrapping around Lefty to smash them along the walls of the bridge’s exterior. Lefty grabbed the tendril that had wrapped around their left arm and brought it towards their mouth. The black bear bit down on the tendril and dark red blood stained their teeth, forcing the tendril to retract back into Freddy. They used their free hand to hit the other tendrils and cause them to release their grip on Lefty.

Lefty dropped onto the ground, now with an angry expression on their face. Freddy knew his opponent wanted him dead, but it wouldn’t go down that easily, it refused to die. Lefty came charging towards Freddy again, but the bear managed to grab them by their neck, throwing them onto the ground before relentlessly stomping them on the head. The black bear noticed Russell’s taser laying next to them, and in one swift motion, they grabbed the taser to deliver a massive shock, causing Freddy to fall onto the ground.

Lefty quickly got back up and ran to the other side of the deck, while Freddy clambered up the railing and lunged towards Lefty. Lefty quickly stepped to the side and rushed forward, clotheslining Freddy and sending him tumbling to the ground. Lefty didn't even wait for Freddy to recover before making one last charge with a screech, slamming their shoulder into his gut with all the strength they had, tackling both bears over the side of the boat and into the ocean.

The effect was immediate; as soon as they flew overboard into the sea, the water began to bubble on contact with Freddy's skin as if he fell into boiling acid. Lefty latched onto his back and wrapped their arms around his neck as he flailed in agony as they sank, his screams muffled by the churning waters. Tangled Freddy continued to struggle from Lefty’s grasp, but it was no use. Lefty had made up their mind, and whatever it took, they were going down together.

From the casket of the dented black suit emerged a hand, but it didn’t look like a hand; it had 3 long fingers and a vinyl black surface marred with white stripes. It opened the mouth of its suit, showing a black formless head with nary but two burning white dots for eyes. Silently, with the whisper of a voice it said:

"ɪ ᴡɪɴ."

The others had already found peace, now it was her turn. By ending the abomination, the last of Animus' dark legacy, she could be happy, giving a meaning to her afterlife. She could finally be free. The first time, she died the victim; now she died a hero.

Wasn’t that worth a thousand happiest days?

Tanner Albright sought to rise higher than the gods; now the darkest pit of hell has opened to swallow him whole. Unable to reach for the surface... Unable to walk on the bottom of the ocean… Unable to escape the burning agony... He wished to live eternally, but now he yearned for death… Forever in his watery [grave](https://www.reddit.com/user/authoroffreddy).

 

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