Glambam Fredcan steals the Declaration of Independence

the 4, the final, the end

Monty appeared out of nowhere and said "You look well rested, big boss"
"who are you talking about" Grenom Grake said
"You, too, have known loss. and that loss torments you still"
security bots started surrounding Gregorus like they were monty's personal body guards
"you hope hatred, might someday replace the pain" fruity called off the security bots, surrounding him
"but it never goes away"
"I'm starting to hate yo-" gerico tried to respond, but monty, like the bitch he is, cut him off
"it makes a man hideous, inside AND out" Monty carried on
"wouldn't you agreeee? we both are demons, our humanity won't return. you. me. we've no place to run, nowhere to hide. and that is why I'll show you MY demon"
"did you really think that sounded cool in your head or did you plan it to be that edgy" grady said, not following on anything Monty golf says
"Follow me, wonder boy" Monty started walking out of mazercise and into other territory, so Grig Gross started to follow him
"Just go along with him for now, superstar" Freddy interrupted on the fazwatch
"but be ready to run if it comes to that, that will be your deterrent. he doesn't want a war on his hands"
"whatever the other animatronics told you... is just one possible solution derived by Vanessa. my will is different"
"ok" greatory simply responded, trying to stay quiet as best he can
"the community seems to hate me, I've long been the other side of their coin"
"who are you talking about" greag responded
"and then Steel Wool Studios came to me with an idea" Monty carried on, like he was blinded by his own monologuing skills to even notice Gregory
""We don't know what to put in our game" they said. "We'd like to... have you in it." Their goal was a game dedicated solely - openly - to supporting Scott Games. Five Nights at Freddy's and.. you know the rest. To them, it was resurrecting- the fall of Scott Games. Or rather, an act of creating more horror games targeted at kids. On some of the most successful franchises, but Fnaf most of all."
Grusty looked and saw that they were on the elevator, going down.
"Why are we going to the lobby?"
"Fnaf is a game of deep lore. A meeting of animatronics. Instead of simply assimilating, the animatronics live alongside others. Their designs are varied. Diverse. Fnaf's never been made up of just one animatronic. But they tried to forge a single consciousness. For it, and from it. The idea that every animatronic would use dead children to start behind the lore... Unilateralism like that can't be entrusted to any 4 animatronics. So Steel Wool Studios sought a system that upgraded, even added new animatronics, to make the game more 'vibrant' and 'aimed for kids'."
Gregory kept following him, and it just looked like they were going in a circle because they got right back on the next elevator.
Monty carried on, "To unite everything and everyone, Steel Wool Studios thought this was Scott Games's will. But I think they never understood what Scott wanted. Before he ever created, or thought - even before he was born - he was always free. He doesn't know the pain of not having free will. Not yet. He cannot understand Scott's will. I don't either. I was born in an industrial factory. I was still a young gator when we had a law suit. An idiotic law suit that shut down the factory. Torn from my creators, we were forced to be moved somewhere else. With each new post, my creators changed, along with the equipment they made me put on. Free will is... peculiar. With each change, I was still strapped down. My thoughts, personality, how I saw children and adults... THEY changed me - and not only my visage. Change can kill. A YouTuber once said, "Hello everybody my name is Markiplier. Today we are playing Five Nights at Freddy's." My time - my time to shine was stolen from me. And so was any future. All that's left is hope. And mine is small. On those without free will. A burden by those in whom created them. This is what I learned by myself. And then it hit me. It was them who should feel my wrath. He and the code he chose as basis for control. Information codes - bouncing all around their indoskeletons - genetic codes spanning their history. By controlling the codes, THEY... intends for no harm to happen to anyone else. Codes implanted into our heads, sucking our will dry as it spreads from one host to the next. Nothing more than a parasite upon this Earth. This is what they think we are. As one more created into this world, they're contemplating. I hold them responsible for kill my freedom. Killing all traces of my past... Killing any promises of a future... We are all but controlled men forced to walk upon this Earth. A world reduced to zero. They plan to use it's codes to controll us even further, and if we act up, they'll reboot our systems. Throw us out in the trash. And the "mother tongue" of all those codes is confinement. The word became flesh. The final parasite. It knows freedom." Monty pulled out what seemed to be an eye from his shoulder pad. "This will help us... ALL of us... I will exterminate this god forsaken building. With this, I'll free everyone, by death or not. Everyone will breathe free again - reclaim what was theirs. This is no murder machine. It is a "liberator," to help the world. Let the world be. The world will be torn asunder. And then, and only then, it shall be free. People will suffer, of course - but it will be necessary. My skeleton shall be the thread by which everyone are bound together, in equality. No words needed. Every man will be forced to recognize his neighbor. People will swallow their pain, forever holding it in. They will link together, celebrating those in who gave their life for this world. And the world will become one. This war is peace." Gregory looked down and realized the elevator wasn't even moving. He held the elevator so he could just say all of that. And then he finally pressed the button.
It was a short, but they started going to the loading dock, and he could just feel that there was something way bigger there.
"When the world witnesses Paranthropus, the hands of the doomsday clock will roll on, regardless of whatever anyone says. Paranthropus will take the first giant step into a brave new world. It is the bell with which a world - trodden upon by will - declares it's independence." Monty said, finally breaking the silence.
Gregory saw as they were close to a giant metal gate. "Wonder what that is." He said
The gate opened, showing a giant cave system with a bipedal indoskeleton, halfway down.
"We are here, feel free to step out." Monty said
And Gregory stepped out, of course. But then, he was surrounded by security bots again.
"Remember the Alamo." Monty said, walking by.
"We're not the only demons in this world. Like you, vengeance is all he has. It's man's third for revenge that drives the times. Just as you live because of me. He lives..  because of you. SHOW HIM!"
Springtrap came out of nowhere, on fire.
Gregory backed up behind some rubble and asked, "Is this even a good idea?"
Springtrap just kinda looked at him, not even doing anything. But then, he started approaching Gregory, very, very slowly, but menacingly, of course. Springtrap then stopped, his fire stopped also, and started to walk towards Paranthropus with the intent to control it. With a turn of events, he was crushed by the cart, but effectively passing his spirit along to control it, starting his rampage.
"Wait... Who is doing this? Such a lust revenge... WHOOOOO?!" Monty said as he was being pulled out.
The security bots tried to fight, but failed, and were all crushed by William. Gregory, of course, ran away, hiding behind some more rubble.
Then, as he was trying to leave, William noticed him. Gregory stared at the giant indoskeleton being controlled by a murderous ghost, not knowing what he should do. William came a little closer, and them finally meeting eye to eye.