The killer. The chainsaw. The dead bodies. The blood. The heads on the floor. The animatronics going insane. Them. Him. Mat. It all makes sense now. I blink and stare at him again. It took this long, 5 nights, but I finally figured it out. Yes, I finally see the truth. [Such a better description than before, agreed? And yes, I'm late for FNAF fanfictions. No, you may not say anything about it. We good? Good. ^•ω•^]