(Man's P.O.V)

William quivered in fear as we exited his memories and entered the true Hell.

Fire rained from the sky. Lava pools surrounded men and women alike. Bad people who deserved every ounce of torture.

The people were curled up in balls, clutching their heads as they suffered through their own version of Hell. Screams ripped through the air frequently, making my eardrums bleed. 

I hoped that I wouldn't end up like them, but Hell is a mental torture, trapping you inside your head. There was no hope here. Only fire.

I stepped away from William and closed my eyes. Tears streaked down my mask, leaving trails of rust. I managed to SAVE HIM...right?

I heard a faint shout, but I couldn't make it out. I couldn't see, couldn't hear. The landscape was fading to black. 

Darkness enveloped me, bringing my worst fears to life. Nightmares that reared their jaws and snapped at my face. The horrid laugh of Fredbear as he pursued my sanity. Animatronic roars, shattering my perception of reality and breaking my grip on this plane.

I fell to my knees, clutching my head as the memories coursed through my veins. A song, echoing through an empty auditorium. now I know that it would be her last.

Why do you hide inside your walls

When there is music in my halls?

All I see is an empty room

No more joy, an empty tomb

It's so good to sing all day

To dance, to spin, to fly away...

Tears now poured down my face, streaming down the mask and hissing as it made contact with the air. 

William was shouting something, but it was impossible to hear over the scream of poor Jeremy Fitzgerald as Mangle chomped down on his head.

He had survived...had he forgiven me? Or were my actions too monstrous to forgive?

I felt as if I knew the answer.

I finally sank down into a ball, finally giving up. I had no determination, no reason to continue, for what was the point? I belonged here...to suffer...to face my punishment. 

It was the reason I came down here.

Goodbye, my purest of doves. May the heavens allow your wings to finally glow. To fly, to revel in the freedom of being free, innocent.

I wore a mask of innocence, hiding my scars, my heinous crimes. 

Now it's time to shed my sheep disguise, and assume my final role.

I know I'm ready.