Golden Freddy turned his head slowly as a man's voice echoed through the corridors of Freddy Fazbear's pizzaria. "Honeeey I'm hoooome!" The sound bounced off the walls, high pitched and mad. The owner skidded into the repair room Freddy was standing in, a manic grin stretched across his face, the majority of which was hidden in shadow. "Heio Goldy! Had fun while I was gone?!" The animatronic didn't reply. Purple narrowed his eyes. Silence. "Where are they? The nightwatchers. Where have they gone?!" Golden Freddy growled. "I let them go free." Purple snarled, flicking a long knife out of his pocket. "You let them go free?! You failure!" He calmed down suddenly, a deathly sneer creeping across his face. "Ah, no matter. Where is the Marionette? Maybe he can track them down-" "He is dead." Purple's jaw dropped. "What?! Impossible! The boy's spirit inside of him would've prevented that from happening!" Golden Freddy gave a hoarse chuckle. "Let's just say he needed a high five to the face, with my fist." Purple laughed coldly, sarcasm in his tone as he retorted. "Oh haha Freddy, such a joker. But I of all people know it's not you making those jokes. Come now Mitch, how long did you really think you would last in your pretence?" Golden Freddy was silent; Purple grinned. "Wondering how I know you hmm? Or knew. Well...you wouldn't believe me if I told you..." Freddy was still quiet, Mitch panicking silently, his dead mind clawing at itself in paranoia and terror. "After all..." Purple raised his head, gripping his knife tighter. "It has been quite some time, eh biggums?" Golden Freddy didn't have time to react before the man dashed forward, ripping the mask open and stabbing the knife viciously into the yielding face beneath. Mitch didn't have a chance, his bloodstained face forever frozen in abject shock and horror. Purple stepped back as the suit crashed to the ground, slumping up against the wall, head hanging down, blood and tears dripping from the sockets and crevices. The man stared down at the broken animatronic, knowing full well who he had just killed. His friend. His brother. "I'm sorry. Truly. But you were a liability from the start Mitch. Something I couldn't risk. Therefore, this was always inevitable." He grinned, hunkering down in front of the suit and lifting the suit's head up, staring into Mitch's cloudy eyes. He kissed the forehead of the animatronic. "Guess what biggums..." He laughed bitterly. "I won the hunger games." His voice went down to a hoarse whisper. "And you lost. Looks like it's Game Over for you. You could never leave from the second you entered this building. And now you never will. You can't...and neither can I." He sighed. "Everyone has secrets Mitch; mine was worse than anyone's though. But now the world will never know of the crimes here. Of the blood on my hands. You trusted me...so much..." He sat down beside the suit, placing the mask in his lap and running his purple tainted fingers through Mitch's sticky, blood encrusted hair. Jerome rested his forehead against his dead friend's, blinking slowly, a sick smile stretching across his face he shut his eyes for the last time. The pizzeria was finally silent, the tormented shrieks and screams of the children and dead animatronics that had haunted it for so many years now disappearing. Fading away. Forever.

"You can't..."

THE END