We Want Out

The Finale Is Near

Tomorrow. Adrian stood near one of the tables, trying to put the hats in order. Elliot and Michael simply sat at one of the tables that did not have any decorations on it yet in order to put their A1 paper plan on it. Adrian looked over to them a little. He was unsure if this plan of theirs was really going to work. Adrian didn't want to be in the building when it happens.

"We keep all doors locked, especially the backstage door. Nobody is going to escape this place alive." Michael looked at Elliot for a moment before looking back down at the plan. "I don't know how Adrian's going to fit in with all of this. He's just some dude who was looking for a job. Why does Cassidy want him in the building too? It doesn't add up."

Elliot shrugged as she leaned back in her chair and adjusted her suit jacket with a nervous smile. "We can just tell him to have the day off tomorrow. I don't want him in this. It's none of his business, he just wanted a job and that was that. Does Cassidy even know who he is?"

"A dead kid." Michael mumbled, making sure Adrian did not hear him. "Adrian Marques went missing in the summer of '84. He left only one sister behind since his other sister had died in '83. They... they think Dad killed him but... but since he is Handunit, I suspect it was Fazbear Entertainment who did it. That's why she wants him in the building when it burns. She believes he's just a poor soul trapped in a robot but..." He looked on over to Adrian, who was now sweeping the floor, ready for opening. "...Elliot, he looks happy like that. Nothing can really hurt him anymore."

She sighed a little as she brought out a cigarette box. "Of course, we attracted another soul in this place. Does he even remember what happened to him?" She opened it and pulled a singular cigarette out.

"I don't think he does. Also, could you at least go smoke outside?" Michael rolled his eyes as Elliot sighed as loud as she could and got up from her chair, walking on out of the building.

This left only Adrian and Michael within the building together. Adrian was still sweeping the floor, seemingly zoned out. He heard their conversation about him even if they tried to be as quiet as they could. Michael thought that he hadn't heard them. Adrian managed to gulp a little. He remembered everything from 1983 to 1984. Fazbear Entertainment never got rid of that from his memory bank whatsoever. He tried forgetting it, obviously, but of course people had to bring it up like it was nothing.

His sister's death was the more common thing for people to talk about sometimes. He could never forgive that asshole for tricking her. He could never forgive that asshole for making him find her dead body in the backstage after he wondered where she had gone with that animatronic bunny. He stopped sweeping the floor and gripped tightly onto his broom. Rage was building up now, something that never happens to him.

His death was merely nothing. They only made him into the Handunit because of how much he represented both phone guys that 'did good for the company'. He knew their memories. He knew who they were, knew everything about them at this point. They fucked up the voicebox. His voices did not sound anything like them – that was something he was glad about. He did not want to act like he was somebody he wasn't.

James Davis is dead. Nobody was ever going to get him back. He knew what Eric did. Burning down the Fazbear's Fright in hopes that it'll avenge his father. In the end, it didn't. He just let a killer rabbit go free and strain the relationship between him and Michael. Adrian hated remembering their memories. It felt like he was intruding on something all the time.

He had been gripping onto the broom as hard as he could that even Michael had noticed it. "Adrian?" Michael's voice even snapped him out of his thoughts. Adrian looked on over to the corpse's direction, who looked worried. "Are you okay?"

"Uh- uh, yeah! I- I'm fine. I'm fine." Adrian looked at his broom and started sweeping again, his thoughts making a way back to him. He started thinking about Willow. Willow, somebody who he swore to protect to the very end. Somebody who he wanted to be with right now. Ever since he was dragged out of the Circus Baby's Pizza World place, he had not stopped thinking about running back to Willow. Telling them he's back. Telling them everything's going to be okay. He wanted to drop the broom. He wanted to run right now, back there. Back to them.

Elliot entered the building once more with somebody following behind her. Adrian and Michael looked on over. Behind her was Eric, who had his hands in his pockets. "Cassidy wants us to do the plan today. At midnight." Eric looked at Michael. "Get everyone out of the building by then. Only you, Elliot, Adrian and Henry shall remain. Be ready. The finale is near." He walked back out.

"Midnight?" Michael blinked. "How the fuck are we going to get Adrian out by then if he must be here?"

"What's going on?" Adrian looked at both of his bosses.

Elliot sighed softly. "The end is happening."