Epilogue:

The Aftermath

The dim light of Casa Bonita flickered, casting eerie shadows across the walls. Cartman huddled in the pool, his makeshift spear clutched tightly in his trembling hands. His once-pudgy face was gaunt, eyes wide with paranoia. Five nights of terror had turned him into a wild creature, surviving on scraps and adrenaline. Outside the pool, the remnants of the kitchen lay in ruins. The animatronics—Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy—stood motionless back in their crate. Cartman knew their secret—the animatronics weren’t just malfunctioning robots. They were something else entirely. Something malevolent. Mr. Rodriguez, the restaurant manager, arrived early that morning. His bald head gleamed under the fluorescent lights as he surveyed the chaos. His eyes widened when he spotted Cartman, half-submerged in the pool. “What the hell happened here?” Mr. Rodriguez muttered, his voice a mix of shock and annoyance. “And who’s the fat kid in the water?” Cartman’s voice cracked as he tried to explain. “It was the animatronics! They wrecked everything!” Mr. Rodriguez scoffed. “Yeah, right. You look like you’ve been living here for days kid. You’re probably the one who trashed the place.” “But I swear!” Cartman splashed water for emphasis. “They’re alive! They chased me, destroyed the kitchen—” “Enough,” Mr. Rodriguez interrupted. “I’ve got a business to run. We’ll sort this out with the police.” As if on cue, the sirens wailed outside. Two officers entered, their expressions weary. Officer Harris glanced at Cartman. “What’s the story here?” Cartman’s eyes darted between the officers and the wrecked restaurant “It was the animatronics! Look, they’re in the crate! The big one in the back room. They came from that!” Officer Harris raised an eyebrow. “Animatronics? You mean like robots?” “Yes!” Cartman insisted. “They’re possessed or something. They tried to kill me!” The other officer, who also happened to be named Rodriguez, sighed. “Kid, we’ve heard it all. Ghosts, aliens, now killer animatronics. You’re coming with us.” Cartman struggled as they pulled him out of the pool. Officer Rodriguez shook his head. “Crazy kid. Animatronics, what else will they come up with?” As they led Cartman away, he cried out in frustration. “No one believes me! But mark my words, those animatronics are real!” as he kicked and screamed. And deep within the crate, Freddy’s eye flickered. The game wasn’t over yet. The End… For now.

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