Michael's answering machine played.

"Hey, Michael? It's me, Mrs. Emily.

"I know I don't usually call a bunch but Henry's sick. Really sick. The doctors diagnosed him with lung cancer, due to all that smoking he's did. It might be a year before he's feeling himself again, but you could probably talk to him within 2 weeks. He's getting all the best procedures.

"He's still going on about your dad killing Charlie. I've told him to put it to rest but he won't stop. The stress made it worse. Maybe hearing your confirmation would help him relax.

"Just call back soon, okay? You might be the closest thing to a son he has, even though he won't admit it."

The line went dead.

A figure was sitting on Michael's couch and laughed raspily.

The figure made his way slowly to Michael's bathroom. The Immortal and the Restless played on the television.

Once he made it to the bathroom, he stared into the mirror intently.

Michael's face stared back at him, with purple glowing eyes.

"This worked much better than intended", he spoke in Ballora's voice.

Baby's voice said, "Yes. Yes, it has."

Foxy's voice came as a growl.

"Well hello again!", Freddy's voice said.

Finally, Michael's voice came from the monstrosity's mouth, "We are free."

*****

A black void seemed to encompass all of existence. But instead of an empty, sullen silence, it was only noise. Tens, if not hundreds, of souls, all seemingly working together. But it was a chaos.

But five singularities rose above the rest.

"What do we...do now exactly?", said a somewhat regal and demanding voice.

"Well", came the voice of Elizabeth Afton, "We can do whatever we want."