FNAF ORIGIN STORY - PART 7: Remain Mystery

(a/n This story is inspired by the game franchise: Five Nights at Freddy's, specifically FNAF 1-6. Read the first part here: FNAF ORIGIN STORY - PART 1)

After the mysterious burnt of Fazbear's Fright, Fazbear Entertainment, Inc. was looking for someone to opened a franchise. Michael took that opportunity.

There, as expected, he found Baby and the other animatronics roaming around the place. There were scrap Baby, Scraptrap aka. the surviving Springtrap, Molten Freddy, and a black bear called Lefty. Michael was not expecting that his father, who was supposed to be burnt inside Fazbear's Fright, still survived. But he wasn't surprised as William always said, "I'll always comeback."

Michael needed to find a way to stop them while surviving the nights with these animatronics that trying to murder him.

Scrap Baby was so alive that night. She was excited to hunt down Michael. She said through the microphone as if she was hacked, "You played right into our hands. Did you really think that this job just fell out of the sky for you? No. This was a gift. For us. You gathered them all together, in one place."

Michael realized what was happening. Baby continued, "Just like he asked you to. All of those little souls, in one place. Just for us. A gift. Now, we can do what we were created to do. And be complete."

Michael didn't realize that Springtrap was already standing not far from him. He looked right at his son's terrified eyes. Then Baby said, "I will make you proud, Daddy. Watch, listen, and be full-"

"-Connection terminated," suddenly, a voice was heard from the speaker.

Suddenly, a somewhat familiar voice was heard. Someone was speaking through the microphone thay Baby used. He said, "I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth. If you still even remember that name. But I'm afraid you've been misinformed."

This person knew Elizabeth! Michael was thinking who possibly.... 'Oh!'

The mysterious voice continued, "You are not here to receive a gift. Nor, have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although, you have indeed been called."

Michael stood up and ran from Springtrap, but then it followed.

"You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune," said the voice. Springtrap was getting closer.

"A labyrinth with no exit. A maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust of blood has driven you in endless circles. Chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near. Yet somehow out of reach." Michael passed through a door and fell to the ground. But as if they were alive, that door closed itself, trapped Springtrap behind it. 

"But, you will never find them. None of you will."

Michael felt the heat surrounding him. Carefully, Michael listened to a screaming behind the walls. Fire were burning this place. Michael was panic. He didn't know where to go. But then he realized. Those screams....

"This is where your story ends."

...The animatronics were also burnt with the building. 

"And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although, there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be.

I am remaining as well. I am nearby," hearing that, Michael smirked.

"This place will not be remembered and the memory of everything that started this, can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should."

The hell was getting warmer and warmer. The voice continued, "And to you monsters trapped in the corridors. Be still. And give up your spirits. They don't belong to you."

The fire was getting closer to Michael's rotten body. The scream slowly disappeared.

"For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps, warm, waiting for you after the smoke clears.

Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole. So, don't keep the Devil waiting, old friend."

Michael whispered to himself, "Thank you, Uncle Henry."

"My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up in their arms, the way you lifted others into yours.

And then, what became of you? I should have known, you wouldn't be content to disappear. Not my daughter. I couldn't save you then.

So, let me save you now. It's time to rest, for you, and for those you have carried in your arms..."

The fire was burning Michael's body alive. He didn't scream. It was quiet.

"This ends.

For all of us...

End communication."

(the end?)