FNAF: The Finale

Madness

I opened up my eyes and saw the bright sunlight flow into the room. I slowly looked around and saw that I was in the living room, lying on the couch. Must've fallen asleep on it last night. I yawned, sat up, stretched, and rubbed my eyes.

On the coffee table, I saw my phone. As I reached for it, I noticed a sticky note right next to it. Macey's handwriting.

"There's leftover chili in the fridge. You can either eat that or you can go eat out. I'll be home by 5 tonight. Enjoy your day off!"

I smiled as I turned to pick up my phone. No notifications, no texts, and no voicemails. My smile then went away. The first two were understandable, but the voicemails are what scare me. I haven't received a call from her in months... no warning, no nothing. They just stopped.

Jamie, where are you...?

Well, regardless, I better eat something. And as much as I love mom's chili, even I can use a rest from it, so restaurant it is!

After some thought, I got into my car and drove a few miles away to the nearest Taco Bell. Sure, the contents of the food are questionable, but damn it, how can I resist? I walked into the restaurant, where I could see a small line in front of me, as well as a few tables filled up with customers. I guess the lunch rush never fails.

While the people in front of me ordered, I pulled out my phone and went through Facebook. Let's see... a cookie recipe that Mom shared, a rant post from some girl I went to high school with, and... a fidget spinner meme? Didn't that trend die a few years ago?

That's when I saw a post that caught my attention. It was from Claire, a girl I used to work with at Patty's back in Scottsdale. It was an article whose headline read:

"3rd Fire in Scottsdale this Month!"

I just stared at the headline in disbelief. I had remembered hearing about the first fire a few weeks ago, but there's been 2 more? That's pretty scary!

"Sir?"

I looked up and saw that the line ahead of me was gone and I was next.

"Sorry," I told the cashier as I locked and put away my phone. "I'll have a Beefy 5-Layer burrito with no sour cream, please. Oh, and a large drink."

The cashier nodded, input my order, and handed me my receipt and my cup. After paying, I filled up my drink, sat down, and unlocked my phone. I then proceeded to click on the article. This seems so crazy, it begs my attention.

"Scottsdale residents were in for a shock today as a fire in the downtown area lit up in a warm glow. The building in question was the local grocery store, 'Melvin's Mini Mart'. Thankfully, nobody was injured in the fire and the firefighters were able to stop the flames before they spread to another building.

This is the third fire set late at early hours this month. Police are not officially calling the fires arson, as the 3 locations, while being ignited at around the same time, have no noticeable connection to each other and the source of each fire is still under investigation. The two other locations were an abandoned party rental business and a suburban home that was, at the time, for sale."

"Order 165?"

I looked at my receipt and then stood up to grab my food. After thanking the worker, I sat back down, unwrapped by burrito, took a bite, and kept reading.

"If you have any information about the fires, please call Scottsdale authorities. Any and all help is greatly appreciated."

I slowly swallowed my bite and sipped my drink. I guess it's a good thing I left Scottsdale; I'd be too scared to be around all that chaos. Thankfully, it doesn't seem like anyone's been hurt. Physically, at least.

I locked up my phone and continued to eat my burrito, occasionally glancing up to watch the TV that was turned to a game show. After a while, though, I felt my phone vibrate. I looked at my phone and saw that it was a number that I didn't recognize. My eyes widened. Could it be...?

I quickly stood up, walked outside, and answered the phone, feeling a bit happy as I did.

"Jamie?" I asked with glee. "Is that you?"

"Mike?" A familiar voice replied.

Right away, something didn't feel right. It was her voice, but she didn't sound happy. She sounded... scared.

"Jamie, what's going on?" I asked.

"I... I'm in trouble, Mike."

"What are you talking about? What kind of trouble could you have in the afterlife?"

"Mike... Please. I need your help."

I paused in confusion and stroked my chin in fear.

"What do you need me to do?" I finally replied.

Silence. That's not good.

"Jamie?" I asked. Nothing.

I looked at my screen. Full reception. I put it back to my ear.

"Jamie, talk to me!"

That's when I could hear what sounded like soft breathing.

"Hello??" I asked in panic.

"Go to Scottdale." A new voice told me. "Or else she'll get it."

That's when the call ended.

I slowly put my phone away and then rubbed my temples.

"No," I quietly said aloud. "This can't be happening. I'm going crazy. I must be."

I walked back into the restaurant and continued to eat my meal. Yet, I couldn't help but think of Jamie. What in the world was going on? She doesn't come into contact with me for months, and then when she finally does, she sounds like she's going to die. Which is only weird because she's already dead.

One thing is for sure: I'm not going back to Scottsdale. With as much shit as I've been through there, I'm not going back.

That's a promise.