The Murderer's Child

Saturday Shift

Sensitive Content Warning

"Well... While a lot of people go out partying and enjoying themselves, I'm supposed to be stuck in an office on the night-watch. Maybe the last..." She was sat quietly in the office, awaiting the call she had become accustomed to.

It rang, startling her and pulling her from her day-dream.

"Hello? Hello... Uh... What on earth are you doing there? Didn't you get the memo? Uh, the place is closed down. Uh, a-at least for a while. Someone -Someone used one of the suits. We had a spare in the back, a-a yellow one, someone used it... Now none of them are acting right. Listen j-just finish your shift... It's safer than trying to leave in the middle of the night. Uh we have one more event scheduled for tomorrow, a birthday. Youll be on day shift, wear your uniform, stay close to the animatronics, make sure they don't hurt anyone okay? Uh for now just make it through the night, uh when the place eventually opens again I'll probably take the night shift myself. Okay, good night and good luck..." The phone fell dead and five animatronics entered the room.

"Mornin'!" Chica seemed happier than usual, but the mood probably wouldn't last.

"Any plans for today then, Shady?" Bonnie sat on a cabinet across the room.

"Actually..." She seemed hesitant in her response, but decided to continue with it anyway... "I found how to free you guys and put you to rest. Completley. For good."

All attention was on her, and the room fell deathly silent in anticipation for more information.

"Don't hate me for this... You guys are trapped because of him. Afton. He's not here so I guess I'm the next best thing. If someone sacrifices themselves in hope of freeing your souls, you will all leave and find peace. Before you say anything, I'm happy to do this. You guys have been amazing, and I would be alone again if I were to free you guys any other way. I free my spirit, I free yours."

"Shadow, you can't do this. I understand and appreciate what you're saying but... If anyone need to become a sacrifice, its the monster who got us in this mess."

"I can't wander around with the guilt of knowing what happened. I want to do this for you. If I do this, you are free, and I don't have to suffer with the knowledge of what happened. It's better for all of us. Please, save me the headache and heartache... "

"Okay, say we do go ahead with this, how are you planning on, you know, death?" Freddy was looking at her with interest, knowing she was stubborn and wouldn't change her mind, or let go of the topic at hand.

"Springlock suit." She said simply. The others' faces fell as they realised simultaneously: thats what she had been researching springlocks for. "I know where there's an old one, so it won't be too hard to trigger. What'll happen is: I'll tell you how to tighten it enough, then you'll put on the head. I'll give you thirty seconds to get into whatever place the animatronic belongs in, and then I make a sharp movement. As long as I move quickly and sharp enough, it will be relatively quick. The springlocks in the suit hold back individual parts. The head specifically has plenty. For me, its quick, for you... You don't feel anything. You just become free. Then we're all free and at peace. I've made up my mind. This is going to happen, one way or another."

"What about everyone who cared about you? Who will miss you and regret not spending time with you?"

"I didn't tell you... Claire was on her way back and her train fell on the rails near the station; she was crushed in the debris. And I don't care about Afton any more..." She said his name with pure hatred, spitting out the word like it was poison.

"Okay. You have your heart set on this. Lets go. What suit did you need?" Bonnie was almost out of the room as he asked.

"The Golden Freddy springlock suit." She smiled, knowing what was going to happen now.

He came back with the suit, and she helped set it on the ground, telling Bonnie and Foxy how to tighten the locks on the suit and which ones. She slipped herself inside the heavy suit and sat as still as she could, making sure she didn't trigger it. The boys tightened it and placed the head on her, giving her a worried and sorry glance as they did.

"You sure about this?" Bonnie as he stood to leave. Everyone else had gone already.

"I'm sure. Now, go! You have thirty seconds before I trigger the suit." She said, not moving and trying her best to not to breathe heavily.

Bonnie left, and she began counting.

One. Two.

She was thinking about Claire, and her other family. What they had done with her, and how she had helped them all in one way or another.

Nineteen. Twenty.

How William had acted. How the children were powerless and defenceless against him.

Twenty-five. Twenty-six.

Not long left. How she'd loved her time with the victims these past two weeks. How it had felt like a lifetime.

Twenty-nine... Thirty.

"My time is here. I'm doing this for us. All of us." She said, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. "Too late to turn back now..."

She was already shaking slightly, before she shook her body violently, triggering the springlocks with a deafening crunch.

"Goodbye..." She whispered, a smile spreading over her face as she lost consciousness.

Hot, sticky blood spilled under the suit, leaving a dark crimson trail on the tiled floor. The mask rolled off her head, revealing her smiling face. Her skin was pale, she was gone. The light from her eyes drained, leaving dull shades with a thick fog in place of the shining brightness that was once there for all to see. The spirits no longer roamed the halls. They were gone, too. At peace.

All of them.