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In the security guard room sat 2 individuals. One was an orgre, one was a train. They each had their own chair.
“Shrek. If I die… what are you going to do with my body?” Thomas asks.
“I’ll sell it. I’ll make a living off of you.” Shrek replies.
“You… wouldn’t cremate me? Or taxidermy me?” Thomas mournfully says. “Wait. what the fuck would a taxidermid trian even be like that soundds like a recipe for disastor.” He adds onto the earlier thought.
“You’re as beautiful as a disastor Thomas. Even destruction is important.” Shrek’s eyes soften, and the train blushes.
Suddenly, the security camera is filled with static.
“QUICK! LOCK THE DOOR. I DON’T WANT TO HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOUR DEAD BODY SHREK.” Thomas pleads.
Shrek is unable to lock it in time, and Freddy Fazbear kills him, tearing apart his green flesh bit by bit. Thomas’s eyes flood. Tears flow down, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
“Shrek… I loved you.” He solemnly says “YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS FAZBEAR.” The words echo across the room.
And then, a day goes by without Shrek,then a week, then a month, and before Thomas knows it, 7 years had passed. He never stopped thinking about it. No matter how hard the train tried, the orgre would always be in the back of his mechanical mind.
Thomas still swore to trying to seek revenge against the robotic bear. Maybe one day his grief filled heart would be filled with more than just tar.