Crescendo-Finale

	I don't regret what I did. My fate was sealed the moment I shook hands with the manager, in his stuffy little office. I never did see that door on my cameras, I should look for it next time I'm on duty. Had I known I was going to die that night, I would've done something more with my last day among the human race instead of sleeping until eight at night.


I rested my eyes for a bit, and for the first time in a week, slept without dreams. The respite, while fleeting, was bountiful. I even had a surge of energy from it, and I felt as if I could endure anything the world threw at me.

I was taken back to the world as I heard metal ram into metal. Christ, he was an impatient one.

Foxy collided with the west door again.

15.34%.

Bang.

12.67%.

Bang.


9.42%.

Bang.

Ears ringing,  I stumbled to my feet, and hustled over to my chair.

The cupcake was still where it was.

I braced myself for another impact, but it never came.

Cameras.

Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy were all in their places. I watched the power lower by tenths, slowly and slowly.

Someone chuckled softly, right outside the east door.

If I was going to go down, I may as well go down swinging.

I bent down to my chair, and took off the lid of the urn. I held it in my two hands, and quivering, I slammed the "DOOR" button.

I would finally have answers, after all of this was over. I would know if there was an afterlife, and I would take everything about this night to the grave.

Freddy stepped into the door-frame. He  began to walk into my office. Staring me down. He didn't look like he was used to this.

Before I signed the insurance forms, I did my homework. I wasn't stupid. Five children, the Bite. All of that, I put together on my first night.

Inside this object in the palms of my hands were memories. Of family. Of innocence. Of humanity. The robot halted, as I looked into the powdered remains.

 I tilted the wrapper with one hand, and flipped it over, pouring out plumes of gray dust. I heard the clatter of countless small objects on the floor below, and before he reacted, I hovered my foot over a pile of dark gray matter on the ground, and brought it down with a loud crunch. I felt the vibrations of each tooth and bone popping beneath my boot like arrows.

I expected to hear my killers screech, but my defeat was heralded only by a thrashing against my doors, and a black-out as I felt a blow, and my legs disappearing from my control.



I woke up inside of the kitchen.

Dropped onto a hard, stainless steel table. My legs and neck extended past it. Couldn't see well, and I felt a hot liquid pooling beneath my head.

An acrid smell was the last thing I remember. I saw the purple one standing at one end of the table, with a grip on my feet. I saw a pair of brown hands come into my vision from behind me, and gripped beneath my jawbones.

I remember a pulling sensation, brief sudden pain, and the world fell away from me.



EPILOGUE

I woke up after I died on the kitchen table. I saw them take my eyes. I saw them do it. I saw them, as they hooked me up to more and more cables. Every time they took something from me, they would put something in. There were cables and wires running through the helmets inside the kitchen.

I found that thinking and rolling in old memories made the days and nights move faster. The biggest events are always when the rabbit or bird get switched out. They get to spend a week in the suit, on stage, glorious freedom, all of that. I lost track of how many Christmas decorations I've seen be put up and taken down, and in all of that I have never been part of the privilege.

I guess old Fred really does hold a grudge.

I don't know how I am still "alive", or why. I cannot hear. I feel my throat exhale and inhale sometimes. I don't know how much of me they left. Enough to fill a suit for the manager, yes, but I've been feeling the time finally pass. It doesn't feel infinite anymore.

For the first time in decades, I feel mortal.

Yesterday, someone entered the closet and began to box heads up. I didn't know for what, but I'm hopeful that I'll find out.