Epilogue

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I looked at the grave of one of my now deceased best friends. The funeral was short, a few of us(including me), said a few things about Guy and how he was a great man. Now everyone besides Chuck and I had left. I looked at the grave again.

R.I.P Guy Cawthon
Aug. 13th,1990-June 25th, 2017

A few minutes later, I said my farewells to Chuck, and drove home. As I had lunch by myself, I thought about what has happened recently. Ever since the fire I have started to have nightmares. Nightmares of animatronics.....

They had sharp teeth, claws, Mini-versions of them crawling through their bodies, and Foxy even had a tongue! All throughout the nightmares they would say,

"WAS IT ME?" "OR ME?"

I remembered once seeing another animatronic that was grayish, and seemed to have a face in its stomach! despite the fact that I never saw its face, I saw his purple top hat and bow tie, probably meaning that it's another Freddy....

"OR WAS IT ME?"

That's all he said. He was honestly the one I feared the most. I never knew why what the 'me' was. As I finished my lunch I walked to my room.

As I walked to my room, I passed the Springtrap plush that I had now nicknamed 'Plushtrap' sitting in a chair and couldn't help but think to myself,

Terrible things come in small packages

THE END

AN:And there you have it ;) I think I may have made the last two chapters lengthy, so opps. Also, it would make my day if Cole_Goodrich could leave a comment to let me know he at LEAST read my story. Speaking of Cole, I want to thank him for his AWSOME(see what I did there :3) stories. His stories gave me inspiration to start my own fanfic about a game I like......... *COUGHCOUGHFLUMPTYSCOUGHCOUGH* Anyways there's nothing else left to this contest entry, so no need to stay tuned! Thanks for reading!

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