Fire. I don’t like it. The fire…

“Where’s Mike?” Charlie asked. She pushed away a burning plank.

“Where’s my son!” I shouted. This place was going up in flames. I wanted to get him. At least he could get out. Maybe we both could. But I needed to find him.

Also, I’m ninety percent sure he’s responsible for this.

“Dad!” I heard his voice. It was hard to miss. We sound exactly the same. “Henr-”

I could hear his fierce coughing.

“Mikey!” Elizabeth cried out. We looked for him. I wasn’t going to let him die, not like this.

He trudged out of the office. He collapsed to the ground, coughing. His clothes were burnt at the edge, his skin was covered in burn marks.

“SON!” I tried to call out for him.

Michael stood up. He looked at us in fear, a reaction I get normally.

He backed up, onto a burning desk. The room was quiet minus the cackling fire. And cracking. Walls and the ceilings weakened by the flames. This whole building was going to come down in a matter of minutes.

I ran up to him, the cracking getting louder.

“MIKE!” I shouted. He stared at me. I reached out a hand.

“Father…”

BAM! The ceiling collapsed, bit by bit. Starting with the area over my dear son.

“MICHAEL!” I was trying to contain the terror. No, he wasn’t supposed to go like this.

Charlie, Elizabeth and Freddy helped me pull apart the ceiling. Mike’s body laid lifeless on the ground. His arms and legs were pulled into his chest. I sat next to him, almost forgetting the raging flames.

I heard his laughter. Henry. Henry stood next to him.

“Such a shame,” he frowned. “He deserved a much more painful death.”

I grabbed his throat, digging into his neck with the pointed claws. I let go with a shove, pushing him into the fire.

“You did too.” I returned my attention to my son, his body laying on the ground.

I sat next to him. His body was cold. Dead…

“Daddy, we need to go. Now!” Liz demanded.

I looked back at him. “Just let me say goodbye.”

My daughter got the memo. She left me to help find a way out.

I laid next to him, my one arm wrapped over his shoulder.

I would have said something like “I love you” or “I’ve always loved you,” but I wasn’t sure that I did.

Instead I just pulled him closer.

“London bridge is falling down,” I sang. God I was bad at singing. “Falling down.”

I heard loud cracking. I guess a wall was about to fall over. “Falling down.” The fires grabbed at us, crackling like hell.

“London bridge is falling down.”

I heard the wall break down even more.

“My fair lady…”

~~~

Clay and Charlie ran through the rubble. Charlie screamed for her dad. Clay was just doing his job.

Officer Roberts pulled the lifeless body of Henry Emily onto a stretcher. Charlie ran up to him. She had been crying the entire trip. Clearly she was not pleased to see her dad laid out on a stretcher.

They wheeled him off to the ambulance.

The whole pizzeria had been destroyed. All the workers left except for two, co-founder of Freddy Fazbear’s Henry Emily and the son of the monster, Michael Afton. Michael held the door for the other employees, shoved a small bear into one of their hands and closed the door.

Everyone was worried about him. Except Charlie. Charlie couldn’t care less.

“SIR!” I heard someone. A firefighter waved us over. “There's someone here!”

Chief Burke and I ran up to the firefighter, with Chief Monahan on our tails.

The chiefs and the fireman pulled away the rubble. Under it was a man wrapped in the embrace of one of those animatronics. It was old, and vaguely bunny-like.

“William…” Burke pressed a hand to his pistol in his holster.

The man stirred. He had long brown hair in a ponytail, the edges burnt off. His skin was very pale. His clothes were cinders. He was covered in burns, first, second and third degree I guessed.

“He looks just like William.”

He slowly opened his eyes. I assumed the first thing you would do, waking up to see that in front of you, was scream. But this dude was extremely chill.

“Margie! Someone’s alive!” I shouted.

Charlie looked over in shock. The only person unaccounted for was Michael Afton. This was him.

“Alive?” Michael asked. He pulled the arm off his body and sat up. “I’m… NO!”

Burke took a step back. Margie had brought in a stretcher. “I’m supposed to be dead! I should have died! This wasn’t supposed to-”

“Relax, Mr. Afton. I’m Officer Larson. I’m here to help.”

I don’t think he liked being called Mr. Afton.

He reached for Clay’s gun. Clay and I tried to wrestle him onto the stretcher. This poor kid. He seemed desperate for death.

Also, I say kid. I think he’s older than me.

“I’m supposed to be dead! I was supposed to die!” I felt bad for him. Monahan and Margie tied him to the stretcher. He fought back, but was carted into the ambulance anyway.

I looked back at the robot. Why did it look like they were hugging?

And yes, I'll post What Happened to Them? Chapter Five later today.