Winding Away

Fire

A/N: Happy late Halloween!

Matt stood in waiting, a chainsaw in his costumed hands. Attached to the chainsaw was a flamethrower.

Matt could hear the conversation taking place on the other side of the thin wall dividing the two offices. Soon everyone would turn on each other. They'd kill each other, but Matt would make sure Nate lived. Nate's life was his to take away.

Unfortunately, as Matt listened, AJ revealed his plan, Nate and Mark explained that AJ could have the night shift, and everything was okay. Okay for them. Not for Matt. Well, Matt would make sure nothing was okay for them.

Matt called the phone in the night guard's office. He mocked Brett as he told everyone of his own plan. After that, everything happened so fast. Matt broke through the wall. Everyone looked surprised, but Nate was the most surprised of them all. Then his face took on a look of sadness. That's right, Matt thought. Regret what you've done to me. Because you've only made me stronger.

Then everything was moving again. There was some talking. It was ended when Matt shoved the chainsaw right through AJ's stomach. He ripped it out. Delicious red blood splattered. AJ fell to the floor. Dead.

"If you're wise, you'll call me by my new name, Antimatter. Though I could also go by DeathPat, RagePat, and MadPat. Not like it'll make any difference in your chance for survival. But humor me."

"You'll burn for this," Mark said in his deep voice.

"Cool," Matt said. "Looks like I brought the right tool for the job then." He turner on the flamethrower, laughing like the maniac he was.

One of the life size robots approached Matt. Not you again.

"Leave them alone!" Freddy shouted. "This is my restaurant!" All it took was one kick to send the bulky animatronic toppling over on top of AJ's body. But the next thing Matt knew, another mechanical animal was there. Before he could process what was going on, his body was being battered against the wall. "What is this thing?!"

Suddenly, there was heat. Heat that became unbearable. It burned as if fueled by Hades himself, setting the Freddy Fazbear costume aflame, eating away at its fabric. It burned Matt's flesh, bringing with it pain Matt had never felt before. It was worse than anything Nate had made him feel. It made him scream until his voice was hoarse and cracking as he cried out for help. But no help came. Nate, Mark, and all the animatronics had left.

And all of it happened so fast.

A/N: "It was worse than anything Nate had made him feel." Yeah, he blames Nate, not Mare.