Time passed, and eventually the door creaked open. In stepped Michael and Henry—Henry now an old man, marked by the passage of time—who slowly approached Billy.
Billy sat silently against the wall, completely motionless, his eyes dark and unresponsive. Above him, affixed to the wall, the Puppet mask loomed as a silent witness.
Henry knelt down beside Billy, with Michael assisting him gently. Together, they carefully pried open Billy's mouth, only to reveal an empty cavity and fragments of melting, unrecognizable bone. It was clear that Billy had finally succumbed—he was no more, having passed into a restless peace.
On the walls, the chaotic scribbles had faded away, replaced by evocative images of Fredbear's PizzaWorld: scenes of Billy alongside the Puppet and Fredbear, interwoven with heartfelt drawings by children depicting Billy. In that solemn space, the room transformed into a memorial—a poignant tribute to Billy.
In the emptiness of darkness, voices echoed softly:
Susie: "Who is he?"
Fritz: "I don't know."
Gabriel: "Maybe someone we know?"
Jeremy: "No idea who he can be."
The missing children stood silently around a figure they sensed—a presence they felt familiar yet couldn't fully recognize. Then, Charlie stepped forward, coming to stand before this mysterious person.
Charlie: "I recognize you, and I'm grateful for you."
The others exchanged puzzled looks, their eyes full of unasked questions. Although they could not place who this person was, something—perhaps more than one thing—enabled Charlie to see clearly.
Charlie: "So you must be Raziel. You look even cuter like this."
The view shifted, and from the perspective of the missing children—with Charlie in the front—it became clear: there, sitting quietly, was a child with pure, messy golden hair and two strikingly different pupils—one blue, one green.
Jeremy: "Wait, is he supposed to be that nightguard? Also, the same one whose mind we saw and was there?"
Charlie: "Yes, both are the same person."
Raziel: "Wait... You've been in my mind? And saw my mind??"
The missing children exchanged glances, some with a hint of guilt in their eyes.
Charlie: "Yes, we were in your mind. We saw your memories... even your deepest thoughts."
Raziel: "Isn't that... weird?"
Charlie: "Depends on how you look at it. But let's focus on why we are here."
Raziel: "Alright, and that why is...?"
Suddenly, Charlie reached out, grasping Raziel's hands and lifting him up as they began to walk. The others fell in line: Charlie leading at the front, Jeremy and Fritz on the right, and Gabriel and Susie on the left.
They were led down a long hallway into a spacious room decorated in stark black and white—a space seemingly prepared for a birthday party. The further they walked, the more the decorations revealed themselves. Eventually, they reached a large table at the far end, where a magnificent birthday cake sat. To their surprise, another child emerged from behind the cake, as if the cake itself had been a clever hiding place.
The missing children converged around the table. Charlie cleared his throat before speaking with heartfelt sincerity:
Charlie: "I admit, it was very hard to take care of all our remnants and break the chains attached to the pieces of our souls... But you did it. And while you were doing that, I was preparing this. Happy birthday."
Raziel: "But... it isn't my birthday?"
Charlie giggled, raising an eyebrow in playful confusion.
Charlie: "I already know that, but it's just the party you always deserved—and should have had, but never could."
One by one, the missing children began to put on their masks: Gabriel donned a Freddy mask, Jeremy a Bonnie mask, Susie a Chica mask, Fritz a Foxy mask, C.C. a Fredbear mask, and Charlie himself wore a Puppet mask.
Raziel hesitated until he felt his left hand being gently grabbed. Charlie took his left hand with her right, and as they held hands, Raziel's confusion deepened—he looked around, seeking answers in every face. For a moment, the air was thick with unspoken questions, until Charlie pushed a small gift from the table closer to Raziel. With her left hand, she lifted his hand and placed it atop the gift.
Raziel: "...I... What?"
Charlie: "I know your favorite is Foxy, but in reality, your favorite is SpringBonnie... and it's the one you represent."
Raziel turned to examine the gift, torn between uncertainty and the pull of destiny.
Charlie: "Having doubts?"
Raziel: "Y-yeah... I'm... Not sure..."
Charlie: "It's for you. Just open it freely."
Raziel slowly opened the gift, and after a moment of suspense, revealed a SpringBonnie head.
Raziel: "Uhm... Aren't I supposed to not die here? Or how does this work?"
Charlie: "It's just an empty head of SpringBonnie. There wasn't any mask to fully function like the others."
Raziel: "Oh... Alright, then."
With deliberate care, Raziel put on the head as if it were a mask. One by one, the group began celebrating in their own unique ways.
Susie: "Let's cook our friendship to be crispy and tasty!" she declared, raising her left hand as she clutched a cupcake.
Fritz: "Yarrr, every captain needs a crew, better if they're saltwater rascals," he proclaimed, hoisting a toy hook in his right hand.
Jeremy: "Let's tone ourselves, for the musicians themselves are the main and best instruments for the symphony," he said, strumming a guitar as if about to launch into a solo.
Gabriel: "Let's sing the song together, as the singers we are," he urged, holding a microphone in his right hand.
C.C.: "Let's be brave... even if we're not, together we can be," he whispered, holding a Fredbear plushy close to his chest.
Charlie: "I'm the one who gave life, but you're the one who gave freedom. Even if I'm the one protecting, the best cover is all of us together."
Raziel stood speechless, absorbing every word and gesture, while the others waited expectantly for him to contribute. Charlie touched Raziel's left shoulder, offering a subtle, encouraging gesture with her right hand before lowering it—an unspoken invitation to speak.
Raziel hesitated, his thoughts a jumble of confusion and hope. Finally, Charlie prompted softly,
Charlie: "Add your line, no?"
Raziel: "Oh, y-yeah, yeah... But... I don't know what to say."
Fritz: "A good captain must know the strengths and weaknesses of the crew. Just say something that SpringBonnie would say—a custom, personalized line, mate."
Raziel took a deep breath. "How about... We're a rabbit family, leaping over obstacles to reach our future?"
Susie: "That's a good start—sounds just like something SpringBonnie would say."
Gabriel: "It's a fine melody for beginnings; just be yourself. All great singers start from the bottom."
Then, as if on cue, balloons began to float gently upward, and a soft, wistful melody began to fill the room—a melody that soared with delicate, hopeful notes, reminiscent of a gentle breeze stirring memories of happier times. In that magical moment, everything changed. Suddenly, the missing children vanished one by one, and the masks they had donned drifted slowly down to the floor like falling leaves.
Though they were gone from sight, a palpable sense of unity remained—a silent promise that they were together, finding the peace they so desperately needed in each other.