The boy's breathing was shaky and short. His hands were shaky, and he could hardly keep them still. His skin was a sickly grey, much like the other spirits. He wore a black shirt with two grey stripes, blue shorts, and light brown shoes. His head was covered in messy brown hair, save for the front of his skull. There was a huge chunk missing from his head, and blood and brains could be seen. The boy kept to himself, muttering incomprehensible words. He played with his plushies: one being Freddy, another Bonnie, a third being Chica, a Foxy, and one, the one he liked most, was Fredbear. The yellow bear was slightly larger than the others. Its belly was a lighter yellow than the rest of its fur, while the insides of his round ears matched the yellow of his belly. Instead of of a black hat and bow tie, its accessories were purple. The boy held Fredbear close to him, like it would protect him. The sudden knock at the door made the boy jump back, and hide behind Fredbear. Once the door opened, he recognized the figures from behind it as his friends: Sammy, Connor, and Chloe. He muttered something, and attempted a smile. "Hey, Kenny," Chloe said soothingly, walking up to the boy, and embracing him. "How are you?"

"...b-bear....Fred....fox...." Kenny muttered. From behind the door, Sammy turned to the others and sighed. "It's like I told ya, he probably won't be able to tell us much," he said. "Haven't heard him make a full comprehensible sentence since before he died." "You think he could give us anything?" Charlie asked. "Maybe, but, the thing is..." Sammy replied. "He...really doesn't talk about Mike...or like us talking about him." "Oh, now you bring that up," Bianca said. "Thanks." "I did say he doesn't really like people, so..." "Just...can you see if he knows something?" Daniel asked. "We aren't just gonna walk up to a kid who was killed by his brother and pester him for details, dude," Connor said. "That would be like us walking up to you and pressuring you into details about Mike's disappearance, or your near murders." "Yeah, guys," Michael said. "Let them do their thing." "Hey, Kenny," Chloe said. "Can I ask you something?" Kenny leaned his head to the side, then to the other. "Are you trying to say no, or yes?" Chloe asked. After a few more seconds of his head leaning from side to side, Kenny attempted a nod, albeit a weak one. "Do you know where your brother is?" Kenny began to shake his head rapidly, tears streaming down his face. His gripped at his head while his sobs got louder and louder. "F-Fox....f-f...fox...fox..bear...bite...Mike...." he stuttered. "Hey, hey, it's okay," Chloe said, hugging Kenny. "I'm sorry, it's just...your brother might be in trouble, and we wanna find him..." "Bear...bite...Baby...plug...bite...fox...." "Shh, it's okay..." Chloe continued in her soothing voice, slowly rubbing his back. "It's okay..." Kenny's sobs began to slow, and his breathing returned to as normal as it was. "You can play with your toys, okay?" Chloe said. "We'll leave you alone until we have to go." Chloe let Kenny go back to his plushies, and she left the room, closing the door behind her.