(Beginning Notes: Let me just quickly say that this is one of the first online stories I have wrote, but not the first attempt at writing, but that doesn't matter, if you like this story and want to see more, let me know down in the comments.
If you like this story, but want to point out anything that irritates you, (Sorry if you do see anything that does that, btw) let me know what bit irritated you and tell me how you would change it, and I'll see what I can do.
also, feel free to get some background soundtrack for this story if you want. for this part, I would recommend the soundtrack theme:
Final Nights 4 "Closure"
Link:
https://m.soundcloud.com/kirby-swag/final-nights-4-original?in=kirby-swag%2Fsets%2Ffinal-nights-4-soundtrack
In order to use the link, copy it and paste it onto Google's searchbar.
Other than that, that is about it, hope you enjoy this, and again, feedback is definitely appreciated, positive or negative.)
*Begin-Chapter*
"My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent."
Within the walls of a pizzeria redesigned to lock the mechanical monsters in, Whilst the intercoms blared the final message from an old friend to his daughter, Two of said monsters were having a heart-to-heart before their flaming demise, One of which Contains the corpse of a madman by the name of William Afton, whilst the other houses the soul of a touch-starved daughter named Elizabeth Afton.
At this point, the emergency shutters had already long closed, trapping both the maniacal rotten rabbit and the disheveled clown in the same room, with no way out and the temperature rapidly increasing, to the point of the metal on Circus Baby's remaining parts melting.
Scraptrap:"Looks like Henry built a system to set the place on fire. A clever bastard he is."
Scrap Baby:"You do know you could've tried that instead of the gasoline yourself, right, dad?"
Scraptrap:"Oh, to hell with it. This is probably the only way that we can be out of this damn prison, anyway."
Intercom:"I'm sorry that on that day; the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you into their arms the way you lifted others into yours. And then what became of you."
Scrap Baby:"...So, if I remember correctly, it has been 30 plus years in this mechanism, with you in that suit. Is there any possibility of the afterlife being worse?"
Scraptrap:"Let us hope not, Elizabeth. We need our eternal rest. I will see you in the afterlife."
Scrap Baby:"See ya there, dad."
Intercom:"I should've known you wouldn't be content to disappear. Not my daughter. I couldn't s-S-save you then, so let me save you n-N-now."
As the flames consumed them both, with Elizabeth being the first to go, and the intercom becoming glitchy due to the intense heat, Afton muttered two more sentences:
William:"Farewell, My daughter. I hope Michael and Charlie take good care of both you and Chris."
Intercom:"It's t-T-time to rest, for y-Y-you... and for those that you've c-C-carried in your ar-R-rms.
T-t-This ends, for all of us. En-N-nd Communica-CA-cation."
William:"You've got that right, Henry. May you, your daughter and every other victim of my curse rest, now that the hell I've inflicted is... finally...Over."
And with one last shutdown of the intercom system, Afton's vision went black, the flames engulfing his mechanical prison and melting the remaining flesh, with him letting one last shaky breath out before the skeletal structure burns away.
*To-Be-Continued*