The figure stood up, looking down on Michael. "Can you hear me, Elizabeth?" he hissed. "Yes, Father," she replied. "Where are we? W-what is this?" The figure leaned down, revealing the rotten mask he wore. It was in the shape of a rabbit, although very worn down. There were patches of fabric missing, revealing the burnt flesh and rusted metal hidden underneath. The mask's color was a deply shaded green, due to burnt and sut covering the suit. The rotten teeth behind the mask smiled evily. "It's a part of Daddy's plan, sweetheart," he said. "You and your...friends...have been stuck in a very ugly situation for so long. It's about time we fixed that, huh?" "But...what about Michael? And Kenny?" Elizabeth asked. "They'll fit in too! We'll all be one big, happy family in time. But until then...you're in charge. You, along with your brother and friends, are gonna find the brats who hurt Daddy, and bring them to me alive. Once they're taken care of...well...things can go back to the way they're supposed to." "What about the other children?" "What about them, sweetie?" the figure hissed. "Shouldn't they get a happy ending, too?" "They got in Daddy's way, dear. So no. They are to be left in their prisons forever. They're in time-out." "But....forever?" "Did. I. Stutter?" "..." "Now get going, dear," he hissed. "We need to be prepared for what's coming next." ~ Elizabeth sat in the corner of the room, alone. It had been a long time since anyone dared to sit near her. She has made regrettable decisions, leaving her isolated to a dark corner. Mike was asleep on the opposite side of the room, more restless than nights where she could control him. But tonight he said he needed alone time, and she abliged, hesitantly. They could be out for the others! They should be out for them! So then...why aren't they? "Why do we need to stay hidden?" she asked herself. "Why...do things need to be this way? Was it something I did?" She thought to herself. She was really controlling of everyone around her. Alice, Ben, Ann, Alex, Michael...all of them. They need her to be the firm one. It's a requirement from her father himself. How else would they listen to a six-year-old? Saying "pretty please would you kill them?" No. Never. "I...am helping them...." Elizabeth muttered under her breath, even though she technically didn't have one. "Yes...helping them..." She gritted her teeth. Why did it feel like she was lying? She wasn't! She's telling the truth! She is helping everyone be free! Right? "...yes, no other reason..." she muttered more. "They....they're all jealous! YES! THEY CAN'T HAVE WHAT I DO!" She began giggling to herself psychotically. "Jealous, jealous FOOLS!" Her giggles turned into laughs. "THEY'LL SEE! THEY'LL ALL SEE!" The laughs turned into shrieks for laughter that could be heard throughout the house. She walked over to Mike's sleeping body with a psychotic grin. "I...will...help them..." she gasped. "They'll see what good I can do..." She turned her soul transparent and went into Mike's metal skeleton, possessing it instantly. "I...will make this work..." he muttered. "I will make you proud, Daddy..." Mike began to stumble down the hallway before quickly regaining his stride, walking semi-normally. "And everyone will join, whether they like it or not..."

