

Francis slowly began to come to, though everything was blurry. This could be because of the blunt force trauma on the back of his head, the room being almost pitch black, or a combination of both. He tried to move his arms to rub his eyes, only to find out they were pinned to his sides. He was in some sort of springlock suit, he could tell from the size of the belly, and the various pieces of plastic and metals stabbing into his arms and chest. The suit had a round belly with yellow fur, the fur being a lighter yellow on the belly. It wore a seemingly grey bow tie, along with two buttons of a similar color. Francis tried to speak, but could only muster a few light gasps. "Oh, I wouldn't talk if I were you," a voice said. "You could trigger the springlocks." Mike stepped out of the shadows, wearing the standard Freddy Fazbear uniform. "Jesus Christ, dude," Francis gasped. "The hell happened to you?" Mike grinned, "Hmm, the locks are more fastened then I thought. Anyway, what happened to me isn't of importance now. What matters is that you don't do anything stupid to get yourself killed. I need you alive." "And why do you need me alive, Afton? So you can lure my friends here and try to kill us again?" Francis spat.

Mike leaned in closer to Francis, revealing his dagger-like teeth and parts of the robotic endoskeleton inside him, "Precisely. Although, I wouldn't say it's 'again'. Not yet." "What are you talking about, 'not again'? C'mon William, I know that's you! You look worse than I imagined! Haha! What? You want to be torn to bits and pieces again?" Francis mocked. "You foolish boy. Where my father has obviously failed, I shall succeed. I know you better than he did, I have what he did wrong written down so I don't repeat his mistakes. I am better prepared than he ever was." Mike replied. "Your...father?" Francis asked. "But...that would mean....oh my god...Michael? Is that you?" "In the rotten, moldy flesh," Mike replied. "But...they said you were dead....and...why? Why are you doing this?" "Simple, my boy," Mike said. "What you did to my father...clearly justified in your mind, was...unnecessary, to say the least." "HE WAS GOING TO KILL US, DUMBASS!" Francis yelled. "OF ANYONE ON THE PLANET, I'D EXPECT YOU TO KNOW THAT!" "Yet, here we are. A huge body count on your hands, considering you refused to die that day. What would have happened if you had, hmm? Definitely not this." Mike's monotone voice echoed through the room. "Surely, if you had died, things would be much better." "And how do you know that, Michael? Who says that things wouldn't be worse?" "Simple, Francis," Mike started. "If you died, my father would be able to finish his experiments. Then, no one else would have to die. But since you killed him, the Remnant would be stuck in it's...rather unstable...prototype for years. Sammy, Connor, Chloe, all of them, trapped in a seemingly endless damnation all because of you." "The hell is Remnant?" "Nothing of importance to you...yet." Mike replied. "In time, you shall know." Mike turned away from Francis. Francis leaned his head to the side, noticing the sides of Mike's head were a deeper purple than the rest. The skin was more wrinkled, almost as if it was burnt. "This isn't you, Mike," Francis said. "You're our friend. We care about you, we miss you." "You only cared once you found out the truth about my father," Mike replied. "I was always the black sheep to you. The one you'd toss aside and treat like trash." Mike picked up a bloody knife, sliding it against Francis' neck slowly, as to not cut it. "But as history has shown time and time again, the people you treat like shit always come back and show you what their hell was like." "Is that what Kenny told you? Or one of his friends?" Francis smirked

Mike's eyes fumed with rage as his raised the knife over his head, ready to strike. "YOU HAVE ZERO RIGHT TO TALK ABOUT HIM, YOU HEAR?" he roared. "ZERO!" Francis slowly opened his eyes once he realized he was alive. "No be quiet before I kill you early," Mike said, walking towards the door. "You know the rules of the springlocks, right? Don't move too fast, don't breathe on them, all that jazz? We don't want you to end up like my father, or Owen, do we?" "Owen?" Francis asked. "Who's Owen?" Michael gestured towards the corner of the room, where another headless yellow suit sat. Blood was slowly trickling out of the various openings in the suit, and messy brown hair could be seen through the hole where the head would be. Francis gasped as he realized that Owen was a child. "Poor kid," Michael taunted. "He was snooping where he shouldn't have, saw things he shouldn't have seen. And we can't risk anything getting out, now can we?"

"You're crazy!" Francis yelled. "Perhaps so. Guess it runs in the family, huh?" Mike grinned as he shut the door behind him, leaving Francis alone in the dark. Mike sighed as he made his way out of the Employees Only room, and next to the Show Stage. He checked his watch, 10:49 PM. "Was that needed?" Alice asked. "Yes, Alice, it was," Mike replied. "We need to lure them here, what better way than kidnapping one of them?" "Oh, I dunno...maybe it's cause THAT'S CRAZY STUPID!" "Oh, like you could have done better?" "I mean, she maybe could have," Ben said. "You don't know." "Thank you, Ben," Alice replied. "Both of you, shut up," Mike said. "We have work to do soon." "Yeah, because sitting around for six hours is 'work'." Alex said. "Shut up, Alex," Mike replied. "You know why we're here." "Oh yea, more dead kids. Because that really helps our situation, huh?" "It will, trust me." "Dude, no offense, but we hardly know you, save for Elizabeth. We've been stuck together for two years, and the only 'bonding' we have is when we talk like this, or when you're killing people." "It's all for a good cause." "That being what? Your father not having to worry about someone wanting revenge?" Mike drifted into silence. "You...you don't know why you're doing all of this, do you?" Alex asked. Mike sighed, "Doesn't matter. There's work needed to be done." "Mhm, if you say so." Mike made his way to the office, and sat in the swivel seat. Amazingly, the company decided to put in some lockers on the opposite wall of the desk so employees can put their stuff away fairly safely. Mike again checked his watch, 10:54 PM. "Now don't you guys do anything stupid," Mike said. "I'm in need of a nap."

"Uh huh," Alex sighed. "Go ahead." "Night, Michael!" Elizabeth said in a odd tone of voice. "Sweet dreams," "Gonna ignore the complete creep factor of that," Mike mumbled to himself as he dozed off.