You've completed a full week on the job and you've done it in such a lackluster way
that no one is proud or disappointed. It's a fine line to walk, but you did it.
Completing your job with such an efficient level of laziness
that we are surprised you're able to dress yourself in the morning.
While such a minimalist work ethic is rare, it doesn't mean that we want you back.
In fact it means you should look for employment elsewhere.
But before you go, take this Certificate of Mediocrity.
You should be proud. You stood on two feet and convinced someone
that you could do something when in fact you couldn't.
Now get out!
You gave it your best shot.
You went all-in.
You put all your eggs into one basket and did unthinkable.
You ran out of cash.
While we encourage entrepreneurs to follow their dreams, we also recognized a lost cause when we see one.
There are no do-overs and we trust that you know your way out.
But before you go, take this Certificate of Bunkruptsy.
Now do everyone a favor and get lost!
By some miracle you've completed a full week on the job.
Here at Fazbear Entertainment, we encourage a healthy spirit of entrepreneurship
which sometimes means taking risks, but you took at a step further.
You were reckless and borderline criminally negligent in almost every decision that you made.
So much so that you've been deemed a liability hazard even for us.
We'll mail you your final paycheck minus the costs of wiping the security footage,
clean and erasing all trace of your employment from our files.
But don't feel like you're leaving enpty-handed.
Take this Blacklist Certificate.
You'll be lucky to ever find employment in this town again.
Now take care.
It's only now that I understand the depth of the depravity of this creature,
this monster that I unwillingly help to create.
As of what he already done wasn't enough.
He found new way to desecrate, to humiliate, to destroy.
As of the suffering wasn't enough, the loss of innocents,
the loss of everything to so many people.
Small souls trapped in prisons of my making,
now set to new purpose and used in ways I never thought imagine.
He lured them all back. Back to a familiar place, back with familiar tricks. He brought them all together.
Are they still aware? I hope not.
It keeps me awake at night. I could make myself sleep, but not yet.
Not until I undo what he has done and heal this wound.
A wound first inflicted on me, but then one that I let bleed out to cause all of this.
He set some kind of trap, I don't know what it was, but he let them there, again.
He overpowered them, again. And he rob them of the only thing that they had, again.
I don't know how those tiny breathes of life came to inhabit those machines.
But they will never find rest now, not like this.
I have to call them all back, all of them together in one place.
You went somewhere you won't suppose to go, saw something you won't suppose see,
and prevented a tidy resolution to a messy problem.
Needless to say, you're fired.
But before you go, take this Certificate of Insanity.
We're giving it to you to ensure no one believes you,
and to ensure that we can probably replace you without incident.
There is a truck waiting for you outside.
You played right into our hands.
Did you really think that this job just fell out of the sky for you?
This was a gift for us.
You gathered them all together in one place, just as he asked you to.
All of those little souls in one place, just for us, a gift.
Now we can do what we were created to do, and be complete!
I will make you proud, daddy!
Watch. Listen. And be full.
I'm sorry to interrupt you Elizabeth,
if you still even remember that name.
But I'm afraid you've been misinformed.
You are not here to receive a gift,
nor have you been called here by the individual you assume.
Although you have indeed been called.
You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells,
misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize.
You don't even realize that you're trapped. Your lust for blood has
driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some
unseen chamber always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach.
But you'll never find them. None of you will.
This is where your story ends.
And to you, my brave volunteer,
who somehow found this job listing not intended for you.
Although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling
that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right
where you want to be.
I am remaining as well.
I am nearby.
This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything
that started this can finally begin to fade away, as the agony of every tragedy should.
And to you monsters trapped in this corridors, be still and give up your spirits.
They don't belong to you.
For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps warm waiting for you after smoke clears.
Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of hell has opened to swallow you whole,
so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend.
My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well.
It's in your nature to protect the innocent.
I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die,
no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours.
And then, what became of you.
I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter.
I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now.
It's time to rest. For you, and for those you have carried in your arms.
This ends for all of us.