You left the wrong person on read this time. And don't think I won't because I will and I'll have you know that I have about 25 certified snipers surrounding your house right now and I've told them to shoot at the first sign of movement. Scared? Of course a baby like yourself would be. At least a baby would have been able to type a letter response. And you? You cannot even manage to type one letter. NOT ONE!!!

Oh, so you're just going to leave me on read? That's ok. No really, that's ok. It doesn't hurt my feelings at all. Not one bit. I mean I'm a nice person and all, and I can understand that maybe you're just not in the mood to talk right now and I'm ok with that. I hope leaving me on read took some of the stress out of your day. I hope that you feel empowered by neglecting the text that I took the time out of my day to send to you. Do you think I would have sent you that message if I knew you were just going to leave me on read? Was it really that meaningless to you? Do you think I really just sent you that message expecting no response? You're lucky because I'm a really nice person and I won't get worked up about this, but you should really consider the consequences of your actions in the future.

*BEEP*

Connection terminated.

I'm sorry to interrupt you, The Lone Hero. If you still even remember that name.

But I'm afraid you've been misinformed.

You are not here to receive a gift. Nor, have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although, you have indeed been called.

You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune.

A labyrinth with no exit. A maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust of blood has driven you in endless circles. Chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near.

It's somehow out of reach.

But, you will never find them. None of you will.

This is where your story ends.

And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although, there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be.

I am remaining as well. I am nearby.

This place will not be remembered and the memory of everything that started this, can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should.

And to you monsters trapped in the corridors. Be still. And give up your spirits.

They don't belong to you.

As for most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps, warm, waiting for you after the smoke clears.

Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole. So, don't keep the Devil waiting, friend.

My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up in their arms, the way you lifted others into yours.

And then, what became of you, I should have known, you wouldn't be content to disappear. Not my daughter. I couldn't save you then.

So, let me save you now. It's time to rest, for you, and for those you have carried in your arms...

This ends.

For all of us.

End communication.

Dear reader, only read the following letter if you are The Lone Hero, or are part of the Freddy Fazbears missing children investigation.

Dear The Lone Hero,
We have known each other for quite a while now and i feel like i should address something. We all have known for a long time now that you had quite the affinity for children, but recent events have shed some light onto your true colors. I really hate to bring it up in this way, but someone has to do it. Look the Lone Hero, I know you raped those 5 kids in the back of that Freddy Fazbears Pizzaria. I saw it with my own eyes the way you stuck your ♥♥♥♥ into each and every one of the children before you stuffed them into the animatronic animals. I smelled the stench of ripe ♥♥♥ emitting from them on stage for crying out loud, and i think its finally time someone sheds light onto what really happened that day.
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