toy freddy imported as requested by masq

Epilogue of the Epilogue

(wow very creative title)

THE UNAUTHORIZED FUNERAL

The lights are dimmed manually. Someone—no one admits who—killed the cameras in this wing.

A crude memorial stands in the center of the room: Atlas’s insignia scratched into metal, surrounded by scavenged candles, bits of armor, a cracked visor.

The entries stand in a rough circle.

Quiet. Careful. Defiant.

Pale King (low, solemn):
“Atlas stood between inevitability and us. That alone grants remembrance.”

SpongeBob (sniffling, holding a candle too big for him):
“He… he told jokes right before it all went bad. Really bad jokes.”

Kitsune:
“He knew he wasn’t coming back.”

Cassie:
“And he went anyway.”

A moment of silence.

Five seconds.

Ten—

DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The doors slide open.

LACE ARRIVES (UNINVITED, DELIGHTED)

Lace leans against the doorway, clapping slowly, deliberately loud.

Lace:
“Awwww. Look at you all. Playing grief simulator without permission.”

Rewrite (without turning):
“Leave.”

Lace:
“Oh I could… but this is way more entertaining.”

She strolls closer, boots clicking far too cheerfully against the floor.

Lace:
“So which one of you decided Atlas mattered today? Was it a vote? Or is this just a trend?”

Endogeny growls, happiness froth bubbling angrily.

Lace (leaning down, cooing):
“Ohhh, don’t drool on the shrine, puppy. He’d hate that.”

DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RAGEBAIT MODE: ON

SpongeBob (voice shaking):
“Stop it… please just stop…”

Lace:
“Stop what? Acknowledging reality? He died because he was useful, not special.”

Rewrite:
“You’re enjoying this.”

Lace (grinning):
“Isn’t it obvious?”

She taps Atlas’s insignia with her pin.

Lace:
“Face it. If he were important, he’d still be breathing. Or replaced.”

Vadrina (snapping):
“Say. His. Name. Again.”

Lace:
“Atlas~”

THE TABLE

Someone loses it.

A table rips out of the floor and goes flying.

Cassie:
“WAIT—!”

The table MISSES Lace BY INCHES—

—and SLAMS INTO MISS JASMINE instead.

There’s a sickening crack.

Miss Jasmine crumples.

Dead. Instantly.

Silence.

Then—

DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LACE MAKES IT WORSE

Lace blinks.

Looks at the body.

Then snorts.

Lace:
“Oof. Skill issue.”

The room EXPLODES.

Rewrite:
“YOU—”

Lace (raising a finger):
“Ah-ah! Don’t worry.”

She claps her hands.

Once.

Twice.

A CAPSULE DROPS FROM NOWHERE, slamming into the floor beside the body.

Lace (bright, theatrical):
“Good news! She was irrelevant!”

The capsule hisses open.

TOY FREDDY ACTIVATES

Metal creaks.

Plastic eyes snap open.

A brown animatronic bear sits up stiffly, blue eyes scanning.

Toy Freddy:
“…Huh? Did I lose again?”

He looks at Miss Jasmine’s corpse.

Then at the room.

Toy Freddy:
“Oh. Um. Hi guys! I’m Toy Freddy. I think someone died?”

SpongeBob (horrified):
“You can’t just—replace people like that!”

Toy Freddy (tilting head):
“Well… that’s what usually happens when I show up.”

He pulls out a little microphone and hums a jingle.

Toy Freddy:
“Does this mean I have friends now?”

No one answers.

DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE SNAP

Vadrina lunges.

Dijital follows.

A clean, furious 2v1.

Lace laughs.

She dodges every strike — spinning, ducking, weaving like it’s a game.

Lace:
“Oh come on! Hit me! Do it for Atlas! Do it for Jasmine! Do it for—”

Dijital (screaming):
“SHUT UP!”

He swings wildly.

Misses.

Again.

Again.

Lace (mock sympathy):
“Aww. Lag?”

DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BREAKING POINT

Dijital stops.

Hands shaking.

Dijital:
“…Nope. I’m done.”

He storms out.

Gone.

No drama.

No speech.

Just gone.

Vadrina roars, punches a wall—

The wall SHATTERS.

Dust everywhere.

She doesn’t look back.

AFTERMATH

The funeral is ruined.

Two dead.

One replaced.

One memory disrespected.

Toy Freddy (quietly, almost shy):
“…Am I standing in someone’s spot?”

No one answers him.

Lace (stretching, satisfied):
“Wow. Best engagement I’ve had all week.”

She turns to leave.

Lace (over her shoulder):
“Next time? Try crying louder. It really spices things up.”

She’s gone.

FINAL IMAGE

Atlas’s memorial lies cracked.
Miss Jasmine’s body is gone.
Toy Freddy stands where she fell.
Grief is louder than any alarm.

And somewhere deep in the base—

DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!