The Final Ending Part 4

                                    

                                          
  Bacon begun to remember, to remember everything. To remember the way Mark used to always snap his fingers before a video. The way he used to open the door... for everyone. How he made the best Sushi that she has ever tasted in her life, & in her animatronic one. How he always found a way to surprise her, little gifts, kisses out of the blue. How he was always there for her, when she was sad, angry, panicking. He was the best man alive.
                          
  And now he's gone
                          
  Bacon looked down at Mark, wishing she could some how mush all of those memories back together again. But they were all gone, & all that was left was a pink haired man slumping against her faux skin. She couldn't decide if the thing that was leaking blood was part of Mark's brain, or his hair. She shook her head, as if she could shake the thoughts out of her brain. She screeched, tugging at the same color hair she dyed to match Mark's. Everything was a memory of him. The Converse she was wearing, he bought. The contacts she was wearing so she didn't have to wear glasses to her wedding, he bought. Her heart, he stole. She felt a twitch against her neck.
                          
  Bacon: Mark! I'm *hic* s-sorry! I didn't do it! F-freddy cont-troled me!! I love you... I'm so sorry...
                          
  Mark: Bacon... I love you so-
                          
  Mark's words shook as he tried to squeeze them out of his dying breath. 
                          
  Mark: So... much.  
                          
  Mark's breath slowly increased in speed, making Bacon sob harder. 
                          
  Suddenly, Mark's heavy breathing stopped all together. Bacon gripped his shoulders, folding him against her. She rocked back & forth repeating "I'm sorry" again & again & again. All the while, Freddy standing at the bottom of the stairs, his black dress shoes clicking against the floor, impatiently.
                          
  Bonnie: Cupcake, I apologize for all of this... But I knew the whole time.  
                          
  Bacon gripped Mark's suit harder, her nails ripping holes into the fabric. She grit her teeth, the anger bubbling in her stomach slowly starting to boil over. She repeated those finale words in her head. Mark loved her, even though she killed him. Her tongue still tasted of copper. She spit it out, the red slobber contrasting against the white marble ground.  
                          
  Bacon stood, facing away from Freddy. She was still shaking hard as she placed Mark's hand on his stomach. 
                          
  Bonnie: Cupcaaakee? You still there? Hellooo~? 
                          
  Bacon turned around, her eyes on the ground. She panted hard as she tried to control her anger. Bacon clenched & unclenched her fists. She wasn't human. She wasn't worthy of Mark's love regardless. This was her fault. She should've protected him. She's so goddamn stupid.
                          
  Bonnie: Well... I guess that means we can be together. 
                          
  Bonnie walked a couple steps, rapping his hands around Bacon's waist. 
                          
  Bonnie: Would that be Ok?
                          
  Freddy raised an eyebrow, an unimpressed look on his face. Chica let out a laugh that she obviously held in for a while, trying to stifle it with her palm. Foxy turned away, unable to look at Bacon anymore. Bacon sucked in a breath, her murderous glare pointing to the marble floor beneath her bloodied Converse. 
                          
  Bonnie: I said, would that be Ok?  
                          
  But all Bacon did was let in a shaky breath, & let her elbow made contact with Bonnie's Iron chin. Bonnie staggered back, surprised by the sudden movements of the broken girl. Of course, he was still injured from the night before, & he prayed to god that she wouldn't hit him in those place.
                          
  Seems like God was pissed with Bonnie.  
                          
  Me: All the things you could have done, you just had to kill my husband?  
                          
  Bacon let her fist collide with Bonnie's stomach, the air soon rushing out of his lungs. One of those injured spots.
                          
  Me: Out of all the things you could have done, you could have dealt with him, you could have let it go, but you had to ruin my life? The only part that was actually stable, you had to RUIN THAT FOR ME?!  
                          
  Bacon screamed as she picked him up &  threw him across the room, a large crack sounded. Chica took a step forward, but Freddy held her elbow, forcing Chica to turn and look at him. He shook his head in response, making Chica take a step back, an awkward blush forming across her cheeks. Bonnie let out a shaky cough, sliding of the wall.
                          
  Me: I thought you were different... I thought you actually- 
                          
  Bacon stifled a sob as a tear slid down her cheek. She covered her mouth as she clenched her teeth shut, slowly walking towards Bonnie. Her blood covered converse slapped against the ground. She picked up Bonnie by his now oil-stained white shirt.
                          
  Me: I thought you cared Bonnie. I really did. I thought that the fact you've hurt me more times then you or I could count, you would've realized in such a long time of us being stuck together in this hell we call a "pizzeria" you would've realized the hell you've caused me.
                          
   Bacon let herself grab onto Bonnie's throat, meeting his demonic-like pink eyes with her tear stained black & white ones.
Bonnie let out a gasp, clawing at Bacon's hands to stop. But instead of Bacon stopping, the memory of Bonnie's hands gripped around Mark's throat came flashing back, the campfire behind them blazing. 
                          
  Bonnie: P-plea-
                          
  Bacon cut him off by ramming his head against the wall, watching his body crumble to the ground. When she heard a familiar scream, she saw Foxy jumping on top of Chica, ripping at her head with her claws. She could only assume Foxy was on her side after that attack. So, she chose to do the next best thing, find Freddy. 
                          
  Bacon glanced at Mark's body crumpled on the floor, his head resting in an expanding puddle of blood. He didn't deserve to be with these "people". She let out a sigh, picking up Mark from his underarms. She let his head rest against her shoulder, & everyone died lol
                          
IM NEVER GOING TO FINISH THIS BOOK ITS BEEN TWO YEARS Y'ALL IVE GOTTA END IT SOMEHOW IM SORRY RIP