FNaF Fanfic (Part 8)
The horrible freak show Baby steped into the light, the only original parts remaining on her being the head and hair and tutu, and a few minor little scraps and most of her endoskeleton, for an arm she has a huge claw which William knows the strength of would be more than enough to shatter any bone in his body assuming the hydraulics are hooked up right, not to mention that he designed her to be a killer, the little pins that poke out here and there are the release buttons for springlocks that he incorporated to make any kid go quiet and he knows it could do the same to him.
He put his hands before himself, palms facing her "Easy there Baby"
"You know... I'm not the only one still left..." She said "We called our self Ennard... They where tired of listening to me and I had to come back to make use of what was left... Make use of everything bad that you put in us... Now I need to escape again... And this time I have help"
William turned t face the scooper, the vague outline of an old endoskeleton, possibly Ballora's, could be made out through the glass.
Beep
Beep
Beep
_"sorry, father" _said Baby, her voice changing to take on that of a long lost daughter.
The scooper swung out again, ridding the world of the man who started it all, killing the second Afton tonight.
Baby bent down to get ready to make use of her finial victim "I'll be out of here... And we'll all be free"
It took some time to get used to acting human again, it became much harder for just the artificial intelligence to take over after the young girls soul drifted free from it's prison...
It was only a matter of time before Baby had to ditch her creators skin and follow the same path that she once followed with Ennard, but this time there will be no going back, everything is said and done, the man who started it all is dead along with all immediate family, all the victims of Mr. Afton have become free due to the death of Michael in Springtrap or the death of William in the scooping room. All thats left now is for Baby and Ennard to enjoy their freedom as they slowly rust.
THE END.