GAME OVER

CONNECTION TERMINATED.

[theotherflipside]

A pair of purple glowing eyes appear as a long black fur covered body makes it's way through the building, looking at every corner and crevasse. He is very interested in this new place and his imprinted instincts made it so he can't help himself but explore and hole, tunnel, and occasional buildings that he could fit into. Whistling the song 'Hanging on the Old Barbed Wire'

"What the hell? Henry, do you see that? It just went down the hallway-" William points somewhere behind his old friend that he had just been catching up with, and the man made what sounded like a confused ringing noise before speaking.

"What?"

The grey phone headed man turns and pokes his head out with William to look down the hall. Both of them see the being that William had just pointed out.

"Uh... What do we do about this?"

"Maybe try talking? We're by the office. We can hit the doors if need be."

"Fair. Fair. Oi!"

"William no- Not like that. Be polite." Henry clears his throat, "uh, hello hello! Uh... Are you lost, maybe?"

[dsaf-rift-party-au]

“Oh hello there, two new souls stuck in this endless void huh? And who might you two be?” He turns his head, and looks directly at them while coming closer slowly to investigate further.

[theotherflipside]

"Uh... It's not just the two of us here now. There's actually a lot of us that just showed up. Everyone's just looking around the area outside right now."

Henry moved a bit so he was actually standing up properly, and stepped out into the hallway. "Would you happen to know where we are right now?"

[dsaf-rift-party-au]

“Right now you are in a rift between time and space, a non-reality…? A child’s play thing, as he observes your behaviour, he’s not the best scientist I’ll give you that though.”

The beast ruffles his… feathers… fur? The main around his neck.

“The name is Two, yes that is in fact my name. The one who ‘made’ me is not that creative with names”

“Perhaps we could talk more over tea, if you’d like”

[theotherflipside]

"I see. Well. I am Henry. Er... Henry Emily. I've been told I need to make that distinction clear. And unfortunately I know the reason why. This is William Afton, my..." Henry pauses, and both he and William exchange unsure looks.

William rubs the back of his head sheepishly, "...Business partner. We'll go with that."

At the mention of tea, the two of them nod.

"I would need a straw or a different drink, but I would be fine with talking more. There's three others in the building with us right now, Steven, Dave, and Jack. If Steven hasn't woken up yet, they'll probably be in the parts and service room. Would you like to meet them too?"

[theotherflipside]

A pair of purple glowing eyes appear as a long black fur covered body makes it's way through the building, looking at every corner and crevasse. He is very interested in this new place and his imprinted instincts made it so he can't help himself but explore and hole, tunnel, and occasional buildings that he could fit into. Whistling the song 'Hanging on the Old Barbed Wire'

"What the hell? Henry, do you see that? It just went down the hallway-" William points somewhere behind his old friend that he had just been catching up with, and the man made what sounded like a confused ringing noise before speaking.

"What?"

The grey phone headed man turns and pokes his head out with William to look down the hall. Both of them see the being that William had just pointed out.

"Uh... What do we do about this?"

"Maybe try talking? We're by the office. We can hit the doors if need be."

"Fair. Fair. Oi!"

"William no- Not like that. Be polite." Henry clears his throat, "uh, hello hello! Uh... Are you lost, maybe?"

[dsaf-rift-party-au]

“Oh hello there, two new souls stuck in this endless void huh? And who might you two be?” He turns his head, and looks directly at them while coming closer slowly to investigate further.

[theotherflipside]

"Uh... It's not just the two of us here now. There's actually a lot of us that just showed up. Everyone's just looking around the area outside right now."

Henry moved a bit so he was actually standing up properly, and stepped out into the hallway. "Would you happen to know where we are right now?"

[theotherflipside]

@pg-dave-rift-party | Continued

A giant machine dropping from the sky wasn't exactly something anyone expected, but then again their whole location did appear from thin air, so maybe it should have been more expected than normal. The first three to arrive were three phone men, Harry, Roger, and Jake. Upon arriving, Harry immediately both knew and didn't know what he was looking at.

"What even is this...? It looks like the memorial machine, but it's gigantic compared to the one I remember..."

"Not to mention the face..." Jake looks up at it, "this thing is unnerving as hell. Is it even the same machine?"

"I don't know..."

While those two looked over the machine, the third phone man stepped back to get a bit more of the thing in his view, and he notices something- Or rather, someone.

"HELLO, HELLO UP THERE!"

Both Harry and Jake jump due to the sudden yell from Roger, and he looks over at both of them, "there's someone up there!"

"What?"

"What."

[pg-dave-rift-party]

The orange phone stands up, looking like he’s incredibly out of it, buckling under the weight of his own head. He starts to look around. “Where… am…?” He pauses and looks at the railing, picking up a photo that had gotten wedged into the metal fortunately and staring for a moment before looking again. “Ring? Ring…!” He seems panicked looking around for something, continuously having to get back up as he kept falling due to the head being so heavy.

[theotherflipside]

The three phones that were currently on the ground could see the other orange phone looking around for something, and Roger thinks for a moment before looking over at the other two.

"Is there any way up?"

Harry hums, "our machine back at the factory is much smaller than this one, but logically there should be stairs somewhere on this thing so you can actually get into it."

After a quick look, the trio finds the stairs, and the three of them head up to go see if they can find the phone. As he nears the top, Roger calls out again, "hello? Are you still here?"

[pg-dave-rift-party]

“Ring… s… missing… have we met before? Do… you know… where… Dave?” The phone slurs.

[theotherflipside]

The three glance at each other, and Harry tilts his head quizzically as he looks back at the phone, "maybe we met before. We'll need a name if I'm to answer that. You're looking for Dave?"

While Harry talks with him, the other two phones look about the machine to see what was going on.

[theotherflipside]

@pg-dave-rift-party | Continued

A giant machine dropping from the sky wasn't exactly something anyone expected, but then again their whole location did appear from thin air, so maybe it should have been more expected than normal. The first three to arrive were three phone men, Harry, Roger, and Jake. Upon arriving, Harry immediately both knew and didn't know what he was looking at.

"What even is this...? It looks like the memorial machine, but it's gigantic compared to the one I remember..."

"Not to mention the face..." Jake looks up at it, "this thing is unnerving as hell. Is it even the same machine?"

"I don't know..."

While those two looked over the machine, the third phone man stepped back to get a bit more of the thing in his view, and he notices something- Or rather, someone.

"HELLO, HELLO UP THERE!"

Both Harry and Jake jump due to the sudden yell from Roger, and he looks over at both of them, "there's someone up there!"

"What?"

"What."

[pg-dave-rift-party]

The orange phone stands up, looking like he’s incredibly out of it, buckling under the weight of his own head. He starts to look around. “Where… am…?” He pauses and looks at the railing, picking up a photo that had gotten wedged into the metal fortunately and staring for a moment before looking again. “Ring? Ring…!” He seems panicked looking around for something, continuously having to get back up as he kept falling due to the head being so heavy.

[theotherflipside]

The three phones that were currently on the ground could see the other orange phone looking around for something, and Roger thinks for a moment before looking over at the other two.

"Is there any way up?"

Harry hums, "our machine back at the factory is much smaller than this one, but logically there should be stairs somewhere on this thing so you can actually get into it."

After a quick look, the trio finds the stairs, and the three of them head up to go see if they can find the phone. As he nears the top, Roger calls out again, "hello? Are you still here?"

[theotherflipside]

@pg-dave-rift-party | Continued

A giant machine dropping from the sky wasn't exactly something anyone expected, but then again their whole location did appear from thin air, so maybe it should have been more expected than normal. The first three to arrive were three phone men, Harry, Roger, and Jake. Upon arriving, Harry immediately both knew and didn't know what he was looking at.

"What even is this...? It looks like the memorial machine, but it's gigantic compared to the one I remember..."

"Not to mention the face..." Jake looks up at it, "this thing is unnerving as hell. Is it even the same machine?"

"I don't know..."

While those two looked over the machine, the third phone man stepped back to get a bit more of the thing in his view, and he notices something- Or rather, someone.

"HELLO, HELLO UP THERE!"

Both Harry and Jake jump due to the sudden yell from Roger, and he looks over at both of them, "there's someone up there!"

"What?"

"What."

[theotherflipside]

A pair of purple glowing eyes appear as a long black fur covered body makes it's way through the building, looking at every corner and crevasse. He is very interested in this new place and his imprinted instincts made it so he can't help himself but explore and hole, tunnel, and occasional buildings that he could fit into. Whistling the song 'Hanging on the Old Barbed Wire'

"What the hell? Henry, do you see that? It just went down the hallway-" William points somewhere behind his old friend that he had just been catching up with, and the man made what sounded like a confused ringing noise before speaking.

"What?"

The grey phone headed man turns and pokes his head out with William to look down the hall. Both of them see the being that William had just pointed out.

"Uh... What do we do about this?"

"Maybe try talking? We're by the office. We can hit the doors if need be."

"Fair. Fair. Oi!"

"William no- Not like that. Be polite." Henry clears his throat, "uh, hello hello! Uh... Are you lost, maybe?"

[theotherflipside]

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"I..." Steven sighs, "I can't disprove that. I don't remember enough of my life to do so. But... Being a phone is not a good thing to me. I'm constantly fighting my own programming to do what I want to do, if I run out of battery I have to sleep, I can't eat what I want to eat anymore, and I do not have all of my memories of my past life. The fact I have a few to work with is a miracle on it's own because I'm a Gen 1. It just sucks."

[pg-dave-rift-party]

“That sounds perfect to me! I mean. Why would I ever want to fight my code? It’s all I am. All that matters.”

[theotherflipside]

"It's not all that matters, though! Surely before you became a phone you had some sort of dreams, right? Something you cared about and wanted to do? People that cared about you? I know I did, but I don't remember any of that. Why doesn't that bother you?"

Steven just didn't understand. He knows this is a version of Dave. He KNOWS this. He had so many questions, but he knew that if he asked them, he probably won't like the answer.

[pg-dave-rift-party]

“I don’t remember if I did or didn’t… I will admit my code isn’t perfect… I do remember one thing, and that one thing is my one regret, so I don’t know why I’d want more. I remember I told someone to wait for me somewhere and that I’d be there in a day, however I can’t remember who they are, where I told them to go, or why I any of it happened, I remember I was miserable though, I assume they must have been a “loved one” whatever that means. I wish I could go find them, but they probably already moved on by now.”

[theotherflipside]

"You..." Dave seemed to want to say something, but he doesn't. Instead he just looks towards Jack, who speaks for him instead, "they're probably still looking for you, you know. Like how you're looking for Mr. Kennedy. You wouldn't give up on him, would you?"

Steven, on the other hand, looks down. "They definitely are. Just speaking from experience."

[pg-dave-rift-party]

“That’s… different. Mr Kennedy is my boss… and he’s bad at it… who knows what he’ll do if left alone. He tends to be impulsive. I need to be there to make sure he remains stable and capable of representing the company. He’s already been acting weird lately. Since my purchase I’ve been measuring how much time he spends doing any activity, there has been a striking 45% decline in workflow and a 78% spike in… crying in his office. Which is not the best use of time.” It honestly just sounds like the phone Dave is worried… “T-that’s different from my memory. I have an obligation, whoever they were doesn’t. Besides, if my life was really as pointless as I thought, why would anyone care that much. They’re probably glad I’m gone.”

[theotherflipside]

"Have you maybe tried asking him why he cries in his office? And what memory? You have basically nothing but vague happenings that you can't really remember the details of-" Steven was getting tired. So he just shakes his head and cuts himself off, "...anyways. You know what? Nevermind. You were looking for him and he's not here. Sorry to disappoint, I guess."

[theotherflipside]

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"I..." Steven sighs, "I can't disprove that. I don't remember enough of my life to do so. But... Being a phone is not a good thing to me. I'm constantly fighting my own programming to do what I want to do, if I run out of battery I have to sleep, I can't eat what I want to eat anymore, and I do not have all of my memories of my past life. The fact I have a few to work with is a miracle on it's own because I'm a Gen 1. It just sucks."

[pg-dave-rift-party]

“That sounds perfect to me! I mean. Why would I ever want to fight my code? It’s all I am. All that matters.”

[theotherflipside]

"It's not all that matters, though! Surely before you became a phone you had some sort of dreams, right? Something you cared about and wanted to do? People that cared about you? I know I did, but I don't remember any of that. Why doesn't that bother you?"

Steven just didn't understand. He knows this is a version of Dave. He KNOWS this. He had so many questions, but he knew that if he asked them, he probably won't like the answer.

[pg-dave-rift-party]

“I don’t remember if I did or didn’t… I will admit my code isn’t perfect… I do remember one thing, and that one thing is my one regret, so I don’t know why I’d want more. I remember I told someone to wait for me somewhere and that I’d be there in a day, however I can’t remember who they are, where I told them to go, or why I any of it happened, I remember I was miserable though, I assume they must have been a “loved one” whatever that means. I wish I could go find them, but they probably already moved on by now.”

[theotherflipside]

"You..." Dave seemed to want to say something, but he doesn't. Instead he just looks towards Jack, who speaks for him instead, "they're probably still looking for you, you know. Like how you're looking for Mr. Kennedy. You wouldn't give up on him, would you?"

Steven, on the other hand, looks down. "They definitely are. Just speaking from experience."

[theotherflipside]

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"I..." Steven sighs, "I can't disprove that. I don't remember enough of my life to do so. But... Being a phone is not a good thing to me. I'm constantly fighting my own programming to do what I want to do, if I run out of battery I have to sleep, I can't eat what I want to eat anymore, and I do not have all of my memories of my past life. The fact I have a few to work with is a miracle on it's own because I'm a Gen 1. It just sucks."

[pg-dave-rift-party]

“That sounds perfect to me! I mean. Why would I ever want to fight my code? It’s all I am. All that matters.”

[theotherflipside]

"It's not all that matters, though! Surely before you became a phone you had some sort of dreams, right? Something you cared about and wanted to do? People that cared about you? I know I did, but I don't remember any of that. Why doesn't that bother you?"

Steven just didn't understand. He knows this is a version of Dave. He KNOWS this. He had so many questions, but he knew that if he asked them, he probably won't like the answer.

[theotherflipside]

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"I..." Steven sighs, "I can't disprove that. I don't remember enough of my life to do so. But... Being a phone is not a good thing to me. I'm constantly fighting my own programming to do what I want to do, if I run out of battery I have to sleep, I can't eat what I want to eat anymore, and I do not have all of my memories of my past life. The fact I have a few to work with is a miracle on it's own because I'm a Gen 1. It just sucks."

[theotherflipside]

@pg-dave-rift-party | Continued from here

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"51_02... But that would mean..." Jack mumbles to himself, though both Steven and Dave both know what that number means. He shakes his head and decides to not press further about it.

"Well you see, you just remind me of my pal here, his name's Dave. So I was kinda... Just stealing his name as a joke. Y'know?" (Half-lie)

Jack motions towards Steven next, "this is Steven! As you can see, he is also a Phone. And I'm Jack."

Steven would speak up after, "you sound like you've been here longer than us, where ever here is. Where are we right now? It reminds me of Location 14 right now but that CAN'T be right..."

[theotherflipside]

pg-dave-rift-party​:

“Past life? I… uhhh… Well rather fortunately I’m one of the less glitch gen 2s! I remember none of it!” The phone said oddly cheerily.

Steven nearly does a double take at that, “fortunately? How is that fortunate at all?”

Dave and Jack glance at each other, knowing that this was probably not going to end well.

[theotherflipside]

@pg-dave-rift-party | Continued from here

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"51_02... But that would mean..." Jack mumbles to himself, though both Steven and Dave both know what that number means. He shakes his head and decides to not press further about it.

"Well you see, you just remind me of my pal here, his name's Dave. So I was kinda... Just stealing his name as a joke. Y'know?" (Half-lie)

Jack motions towards Steven next, "this is Steven! As you can see, he is also a Phone. And I'm Jack."

Steven would speak up after, "you sound like you've been here longer than us, where ever here is. Where are we right now? It reminds me of Location 14 right now but that CAN'T be right..."

[pg-dave-rift-party]

“Jack… I… Think that’s Mr Kennedy’s- ah well must be coincidence!” The purple phone guy pauses, it’s strange to hear the Scott voice coming from someone who seems to be Dave… “I’m not entirely sure where we are… from what I’ve gathered we’re in this weird creepy inter dimensional space with a giant forest, and there’s a bunch of other people here claiming to be alternate versions of eachother, but I haven’t seen any other purple phone guys so they appear to be lying for some reason. I… don’t trust them. I just need to find Mr Kennedy so I can get home.”

[theotherflipside]

Steven sighs, crossing his arms before speaking again, “so... We’re between worlds somehow is what you’re saying?”

This wasn’t as surprising to the trio as it probably should be. Henry, William, Michael, Jeremy, Fritz, Elizabeth, Evan, and Charlotte were all from another version of their world that is actually quite different. So maybe a phone guy Dave isn’t too outlandish now that they thought about it.

It didn’t make him being there any less uncomfortable, though.

“I don’t think they’re lying, honestly. Maybe your alternates just haven’t arrived yet? Or maybe you haven’t recognized each other... How much of your past life do you remember, if you don't mind me asking?”

[theotherflipside]

@pg-dave-rift-party | Continued from here

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"51_02... But that would mean..." Jack mumbles to himself, though both Steven and Dave both know what that number means. He shakes his head and decides to not press further about it.

"Well you see, you just remind me of my pal here, his name's Dave. So I was kinda... Just stealing his name as a joke. Y'know?" (Half-lie)

Jack motions towards Steven next, "this is Steven! As you can see, he is also a Phone. And I'm Jack."

Steven would speak up after, "you sound like you've been here longer than us, where ever here is. Where are we right now? It reminds me of Location 14 right now but that CAN'T be right..."

[theotherflipside]

Phone Dave flinches as a Freddy’s location just suddenly fucking materializes. He’d been asking around if anyone had seen Mr Kennedy. After he recovers he decides to enter the building. Whoever is here is connected to Mr Kennedy, they must be… right…? Or maybe he just wants to be in a familiar place…

He eventually enters the room where the trio is. “Uhhh… Hello? Hello? Hello? Oh thank god someone’s in here. Do- do you know where I can find Mr Kennedy? He’s my boss and I’d really prefer to find him before he runs the location into the ground… Ah… why are you all looking at me like that?”

Well now you have a purple skinned phone in your restaurant, what do???

@pg-dave-rift-party

Jack and Steven glance between both Dave and the purple phone, quickly seeing the similarities. Dave himself is just completely uncomfortable and that's easy to see. At the mention of a "Mr Kennedy" both Steven and Dave look at Jack, who just clears his throat before speaking in a tone he hasn't used in a long time. That being how he would normally speak to the other phones back when he was the owner of the LA location.

"I'm going to assume you don't mean me, so I think you're in the wrong place, uh..." He waves his hand, trying to figure out which name he should use for the other, "Scott? Do you go by that or by Dave?"

Dave moves to stand slightly behind Jack and Steven, mainly to put people between himself and this strange mirror of himself that was terrifying him by just existing.

[theotherflipside]

i wanted to do that, but i also wanted a dsaf twist to it.

the dsaf twist is that Henry was just an idiot

[theotherflipside]

first au fun fact:

Henry reused parts of his fnaf 6 speech bc he forgot to make one for this one until 5 minutes before he was planning to burn the place down

[theotherflipside]

A strange device has been left behind

"6 PM! Time to get the beers and kick up our feet, sports! Let's ditch this shithole." Dave drops Spring Bonnie's head on the ground, not caring to put it back properly. Their job here was done. No point in doing MORE work that he wasn't being paid for. Jack follows suit, dropping Spring Freddy's head on the ground next to the other.

"Don't break those. I'll be the one having to fix them if you do."

"Naaaaah. I can just duct tape it if it breaks. It's fine."

"You know that won't wo-" Steven visibly jumps as his phone head suddenly goes off, and he groans as he deactivates his illusion disk to answer it properly. He thought he told people to not call him unless something was going horribly, horribly wrong-

"Steven!" Peter's voice could be barely heard under all of the static, "the manager - *static* burning- *more fucking static*"

"What? Peter? What's going on?"

"You need to- *static*"

"I need to what?" He looks towards the safe room door as he swears he hears the sound of something metal hitting the ground from outside it. What was that?

"Henry's burning this whole fucking building down with us- *static*"

"Wait, what? Henry's burning the building down?! Peter, where the hell are you?" Steven moves for the door of the safe room, only to find it stuck. It wasn't opening. Jack and Dave notice this and try to help open it with no success.

"The vents system in the basement- *static* all fire traps. Michael and I are- *static* Just get Jack and Dee and GET OU-*static*"

"What do you m-" The call is suddenly hung up at the same time the manager's voice came on over the announcement system. The same system that they had been making fun of the man for adding. Now they know why it was there.

"Connection terminated. I am sorry to disappoint, but none of us are leaving this building today. I led you all back here, to the same place it all began. This diner that has become a cesspit of hatred and agony."

"Shit, move you two-" Steven and Dave stepped back so Jack could try to tackle the door, but it simply didn't budge when he threw himself against it.

"Trust me when I say that I spent a long time planning a way to save us all. Or at least, as many of us as I could. And this is the only answer I could think of, and the only one I know will work. It's worked before. it will work again."

The three of them grab onto each other as the roof of the safe room collapses behind them from the flames, trapping them between the door that won't open and fire that was rapidly spreading.

"To the employees that worked here, who unknowingly helped me set this all up, thank you. Though you may be angry and confused, I know all of you are just like the rest of us. Phone or walking corpse, there is no difference. There was going to be a way out, but then I found out that if even just one of us leaves alive, the loops will not end. We all have to go, at the same time."

"To the people I dragged through this again: I'm sorry. But I needed to ensure that he wouldn't be able to escape again. I promise to all of you that this is the end. For all of us."

Steven looks up in time to see what remained of the roof collapse on top of him, Dave, and Jack.

"End communication."

And then. Nothing.

The flames die down only after everyone is already gone. The invitation arrives too late to save anyone. Not even Glitchtrap, who had been on Dave's phone the entire time, survives this.

But perhaps, it can be used for something else. Nightmarionne, who just barely survived the fire thanks to their unreal amount of remnant, grabs the invitation.

This was the last chance they had. They needed somewhere to keep the souls and recover their strength so they could reboot the loops. This invitation could be the key to a place like that.

So they accept the invitation on the behalf of every soul lost to the flames Henry set, including Henry himself, and leave for the rift.

And after a bit of work from them, the souls begin to wake up again.

Welcome to Location 14, or rather, the recreated memories of Location 14.