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Henry was so f*cking tired. He wanted to throw himself off a lifeboat. His daughter was dead and apparently, she was inside of the trap bear he had made. His best friend had murdered her and was now repeating his life mistakes while trapped in his fursona. And everyone he had hired had been incompetent at their job.
Juliano Blue had seemed like a fine choice back in the 00s but he had burned the whole place down before any haunted robot murderers had even showed up. Making Henry have to fix and rebuild it all. Then in 2007, he had fallen into bankruptcy, due to his employee making stupid financial decisions during a crisis.
He once again tried his luck in 2014, but his employee Ezra Derrick had gone insane after discovering the plans inside Egg Baby. And had managed to get locked up in an asylum. An asylum that Henry had to pay for after his family had sued him for damages.
So that landed him here. After having survived a global pandemic despite his vulnerable age. And having had to cancel his plans for the start of the decade. He could try to right this wrong once again.
All he had managed to do right up to this point had just been his daughter's capture. She was asleep inside Lefty, slumbering peacefully. Hopefully having nice and gentle dreams. She deserved that after all of those years.
And while lady luck had finally dealt him a good card after all of these decades. He wouldn’t need a good card to finish it all, for everything to burn. He needed the whole goddamn hand to be full of aces. To make sure nothing would escape him this time.
Charlie had already been taken care of. But she was only one out of five. Five that needed to come together to burn and rest in the same coffin. The first one, the man who had started it all, that drunken night, having run over his poor dear Charlotte.
The second one, his twisted creations, still parading around Hurricane, claiming victims left and right as if for each kill their score in a sickly arcade game would grow higher. Having been designed with one purpose only. To kill and massacre.
The third one saddened him quite a lot. Elizabeth. The little girl of his coworker. The little girl had died due to her father’s terrible acts (and design choices). Still having chosen to continue in his quest for pain despite his little girl having been killed by it.
The fourth one was, of course, his little girl. It wouldn’t be pleasant. All he could have wished for was to turn back time. Go back to that day. But that wasn’t possible anymore. She was here. He knew she would be angry, at these machines of pain being so close to innocent laughter. But he would make sure.
The fifth piece of Fazbear Entertainment to burn would be himself. Henry Emily in the flesh. If it meant he would watch with certainty the end. Of everything. He was old and tired too. A painful death did not frighten him any more. He had always accepted what was to inevitably come.
If everything turned out right. He would greet death itself with a smile.
But he couldn’t dream of the end. Not yet. Not when he still needed a final piece to this puzzle. Someone who, unlike the rest of them. Needed to escape. Needed to follow very specific instructions, and put their life on the line. For something that wasn’t for them to deal with.
Henry wondered where he could find someone like that. He had built the trap. The tools. He would be the one to triumphantly elevate the fishing rod above the water, suffocating the fish on the other end.
But he still needed someone to be the bait.