The tape ended with a snap, but the fire didn't stop. He sat there, staring at the computer, thinking about how his father and little sister were somewhere in the fire. Part of him wanted to escape, but the other part knew it was for the best. The story would be over, hopefully forgotten forever. It was best for everyone. The twisted tales would no longer spread. The curse had been reversed. The souls were free, the monster was slayed. Here in this fire, the memories died. Ashes to ashes.
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FNAFtober (But Words)
FanfictionSince I can't draw but like the idea of FNAFtober, I thought it would be a pretty cool idea to write something to go with each day instead. Fnaf and the daily prompts don't belong to me
