William realized that Dave had robbed the children of the only thing they had left—their bodies.
"He just won't fucking rest until he kills every last sliver of happiness and hope, will he?" William muttered to no one.
He eventually found Cassidy's soul. She was crying.
"Hey... don't cry, Cassidy. Here—I have something for you."
A small birthday cake appeared in his hands.
Cassidy's crying softened into a tiny smile. She hugged him.
"You may have killed me and that did make me mad for the longest time," she said quietly, "but now I also know it wasn't really... your fault. And I'm glad you're trying your best to make up for it."
William's own tears formed. "Thank you, Cassidy. Hearing that... it means a lot."
He hugged her back, trembling.
"I wish I could fix everything," he whispered. "Ever since the day he killed Susie... everything spiraled downhill. And I couldn't stop it."
He pulled himself together. "Someday, I hope I can give all of you kids the happiest day you deserve. But right now... I can at least help you get revenge on the monster who stole your lives."
Despite not being able to see William's true expression, Cassidy could hear the resolve in his voice. It wasn't anger this time. It was purpose.
"Now," William said gently, "all I need you to do is wait for me to lure him back to that old pizzeria. When he takes the bait, you chase him into the safe room."
Cassidy nodded, wiping the last of her tears. "Okay... I can do that."
"And one more thing," William added. "Please rally the others. They deserve their justice just as much as you do."
Cassidy straightened, her expression firming into something determined. "I will. We'll all be ready."
Henry had been alone for a long time. After buying Jeremy his own house to keep him away from painful memories, he returned to an empty life.
He always believed some things were best left forgotten... though he never hid anything from Jeremy. That felt wrong.
Lately, he'd noticed something—a shadow in the corner of his eye.
Until eventually... it stood in front of him.
It looked like Bonnie, but pitch black except for stark white eyes and teeth.
"What the—" Henry blinked, rubbed his eyes.
But the figure remained.
"Henry..." a voice echoed.
"William? No... It can't be. This has to be a hallucination..."
"It's me, Henry. A monster has taken my body from me. I need your help to stop it."
Henry steadied himself. "Pardon me if this sounds rude, William, but... why can't you do it alone?"
"Because my plan involves boarding him inside an old safe room. And in case you haven't noticed—" he gestured at his shadowy form— "I'm not exactly capable of swinging a hammer right now."
William paused. "And I figured you'd want revenge. After all, he used my body to kill Charlotte."
Henry's fists tightened.
"Then of course I'll help. If it means I can finally get my revenge on that bastard."
"So you'll board the room?"
"Yes. And you handle the rest?"
William nodded. "Me and the children."
Henry nodded back. "Consider it done, old friend."
"Thank you, Henry."
"Of course, William."
William faded into the darkness.
Cassidy and the children chased Dave into the safe room, just as William planned.
Dave, cornered, scrambled for the Spring Bonnie suit.
Even after death, that costume made the children freeze.
"HAHAHAHA! YOU'LL NEVER WIN!" Dave screamed. "YOU'RE JUST A BUNCH OF SCARED IDIOTIC TODDL—"
Click.
Dave's face went pale.
"No. NO!"
He clawed at the suit, but the springlocks snapped—slamming into his eye sockets, ribcage, spine, everywhere.
He screamed as blood poured onto the floor.
His legs buckled. He collapsed, twitching violently while the children's spirits faded away.
William materialized in the room.
"So. Here we are again," he said, stepping toward Dave. "Just me and you. Except this time..."
He pushed his hand through the suit and grabbed a springlock.
"I'm the one in control."
He released it.
It plunged deeper into Dave's spine.
Dave shrieked. "F...fuck... you..."
William tilted his head. "Funny. Usually I'm the one who ends up cursing at this point."
He reached for another springlock near the neck.
"But I think it's time for this conversation to end."
He loosened it.
The spring snapped inward—straight into Dave's throat.
Dave tried to scream but only choked and gurgled as blood filled his airway.
"You wanted immortality? Well—" William stepped away, fading.
"Now you can suffer through this... forever."
Dave twitched helplessly, drowning in his own blood.
Later, Henry stepped inside the safe room. The smell hit instantly—rot and iron—but he forced himself forward.
"Hello, Dave... William told me a lot about you," he said as he approached the slumped, twitching figure. He lifted the suit's faceplate to meet the dying man's eyes.
"Think it's fun to torture and kill people? Well, how's this for fun—imprisoned by the very thing you used to ruin lives."
Henry looked around at the old arcade machines. His voice tightened.
"You took a place meant for children... and turned it into your own horror story."
He leaned closer.
"Congratulations. Now you get to look back on every single life you stole... forever. You psychotic bitch."
Henry turned, walked out, and boarded the room shut.
For the first time in years, he felt the faintest flicker of revenge fulfilled.
At least... for now.