Chapter 1

The room was dank and musty, the smell was rancid and the air was so thick it was almost suffocating. There was a desk on the far side and many security monitors were placed on top. The chair was next to the desk and on the wall next to the chair was a poster reading: Celebrate. This poster had been there many years, witnessing tragedy after tragedy, still it hung with an eerie stillness to it. The door on the left was cracked open slightly, letting dim light filter into the otherwise dark room. Many people had made it into this building, but also, many did not make it out. Horrible things had happened, leading up to the most horrible thing yet.

Through the light the boxes on the right of the room were barely visible. The boxes were filled with old mascot costumes, suits that never made it to the stage, and many of them were failed versions of the mascots that still stood on the stage.

Next to the cardboard sat something strange. A costume sat out of its box, for it seems that, due to the stiffness, it wouldn't fit inside. The costume was a strange greenish color that seemed tinted with gold. Due to many years of mistreatment, the mascot sat slumped and broken. Still, there was something about it; something that caused any person nearby to feel a shiver up their spine. Through the murky light anyone could see several metal parts sticking out through various parts of the costume.

Suddenly, in the darkness a whirring sound emitted itself from the costume; a low, ominous, metallic sound, and without a doubt subtly getting louder. Two slits opened in the half-light, and from the two slits shone two glowing white dots, the eyes to the mascot costume. It was alive.

. . .

Charlie slid out of the front seat of her red convertible. The car was still as shiny as it had been when she first got it two years prior. Her friend, John, had given it to her as a birthday present shortly after the traumatic experience at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

At that moment Charlie was going to see those same friends: Marla, Jessica, Lamar, and Carlton along with John. Of course Marla's little brother, Jason, was going to be with them, but Charlie wouldn't go so far as to call him her friend, as he was about thirteen years old and she was eighteen.

The smell of mashed potatoes and beef made its way to her as she realized how hungry she was. The Cracker Barrel, her favorite restaurant, was where she was going to meet her friends.

The front doors dinged when Charlie opened them and gazed around to see where her friends had been seated. There! She thought happily as she spotted the group of six. (Including Marla's brother) Quickly but smoothly, she made her way through the line of customers and slid in beside Carlton.

"Charlie!" He exclaimed cheerily. "So good to see you made it."

She nodded. "Yeah, the drive was a little rough considering traffic, but I feel like I made good time." Charlie blushed slightly when John winked at her.

"So," Jessica broke in, "how goes it?"

"Oh, it's going pretty good." She murmured. "I've decided to go to SCAD, the Savannah College of Art and Design. What college are you going to?" Charlie asked the red haired girl.

"I've decided to take a gap year to intern at Vogue Paris." She responded. "I've had my eye on SCAD too, but I'm also considering Steven's College. They've got a really good fashion system. Why are you going to SCAD? I thought you didn't like girly fashion things."

Charlie rolled her eyes playfully. "You know they do have an engineering major, right?"

Jessica widened her eyes. "Oh, so you are going to do mechanics! I figured you were after how smart your dad was and how good you were with the animatronics at the old pizzeria." At the mention of the place, Carlton gulped.

Charlie realized that his sudden fear was from the traumatic experience at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. The security guard, Dave Miller, who had ended up being the long lost child killer, had made a near successful attempt at crushing Carlton in a spring lock suit. Before the teen died, however, Charlie made a daring rescue and had undone all of the locks in a few swift movements.

"Sorry!" Jessica put her hand to her mouth. "I forgot that you're still a bit… sensitive to that."

Carlton looked over at her and smiled. "I-it's ok. I just… I'm still a bit shaken that I was almost… murdered."

Marla giggled. "Even after two years? Sorry. It's just kind of funny that we had ever been part of something that… awful." She shuttered a bit at the memory.

Lamar put his arm around her shoulders. "Don't worry, that psycho path is gone. Dead. Nothing could ever bring him back."

A thought struck Charlie as she looked over at the pair.

"Are you two… dating?" she asked hesitantly.

Marla blushed a bit. "Well, yeah. It's only been going for about a year now."

Giggling, Charlie shook her head. "I take it's been going well."

Lamar nodded. "Definitely."

John spoke up for the first time that evening. "Hey, Charlie, did you know that some new guy had gone and bought the mall?"

She jerked her head up. "What? Who?"

He leaned back and shrugged. "Not sure. But I do know that they're thinking about using what they can to create another Freddy Fazbear type thing."

Charlie widened her eyes, and then turned to Carlton. "Didn't your dad tell them they couldn't?"

The teen ran his fingers through his hair. "I think my dad told them that they weren't allowed to use the original animatronics, like Foxy, Bonnie, Freddy, and Chica, but he said that if they found anything else to come to him and tell him about it so that he could inspect. Why?"

"I-it's just…" she felt as though she couldn't breathe. "My dad… he put so much work into creating those and now… now that their gone, somebody else just thinks that they can come and use what he created for their own benefit?" Charlie instantly felt territorial over the old restaurant.

"Calm down," John soothed, "they don't know that they're going to do it for sure, they're just looking around for left over… I don't know, maybe animatronics? It's going to be ok." She felt a little better at his words, but was still suspicious about the buyers of the mall.

"Hey, if it makes you feel any better, my dad said that they cleaned out most of the possible dangerous stuff and allowed me to invite you to come and look at it maybe once more." Carlton leaned over to her.

Charlie brightened at this. "Really? I'd love to see what they did with the place. Are any of the old animatronics there?"

He responded hesitantly. "Well… yes, but they're really old, so they're probably dangerous. Also, my dad said that he called in a mechanic named… oh, what was it?" He grumbled, searching through his mind for the name. "Ugh, I can't remember. Anyways, the mechanic took some of the old endoskeletons of the old, old animatronics that never became successful and revised them, adding new technology and everything. He even made more toy-looking exoskeletons for them to wear, and decided to name them Toy Bonnie, Toy Freddy, and Toy Chica. He tried to make a Toy Foxy, but it turned out that he had to make this version female and couldn't get her quite right, so she's just kind of… mangled right now." Carlton lifted his index finger as to indicate that he realized something. "Hey, I think that's what he called her! He called her Mangle."

Charlie tapped her chin thoughtfully. "And your dad said that we could check it out?"

"Yeah, isn't it… uh, great? We should totally go there tonight." He nodded a little unsurely, as if the idea didn't get him all that excited.

Out of the corner of her eye, Charlie noticed a teen about her age walking past them. Suddenly he stopped and turned his head, looking at the group suspiciously. It seemed he had decided to talk to them, for he headed straight towards the friends.

"May I cut in?" He asked politely.

Marla looked up, surprised. "Uh, sure."

She slid over in the leathery diner chairs to allow him to sit down beside her.

There was something about this boy that looked familiar. His thin body structure, his full brown hair, his eye color… Do I know him? She thought.

"Did I hear you right?" He asked, breaking into her thoughts. "Were you all talking about Freddy Fazbear's Pizza?"

John nodded slowly. "Yes… why do you care?"

The teen smiled, but something about the smile struck her like a slap in the face. Now I know that I've somehow seen him before… who is this boy? His smile was nearly weak, like he hadn't put such an expression on his face in a long time.

Seeing Charlie's confused face made him chuckle slightly. "How rude of me, I meant to introduce myself. My name is Vincent."

Carlton widened his eyes. "Vincent?" then more quietly under his breath, he added, "Was that the name of the mechanic?" He shook his head and decided to ask out loud. "Were you, by any chance, a recent mechanic at Freddy's?"

Vincent nodded. "Yes, I was. I fixed up the old endoskeletons and gave them all their new names. Such a shame though about the Mangle character. I was really looking forward to a Toy Foxy, but I just couldn't get her right." He smiled strangely again. "You know, my dad was a really good mechanic once." The teenager looked as if he was about to say more, but stopped himself.

Charlie raised one brow. "So was my dad… what was your dad's name?"

He stopped suddenly and looked at her, his face blank. "Why?" His voice was a little more than a whisper.

"I just… wanted to know. My dad ran the place; he was the creator of the robots." She stopped herself from spilling more than intended.

"Oh," Vincent breathed a small sigh of relief, "well, my dad's… he's dead… I-I don't… I mean, h-he died in a sudden car wreck…" Charlie narrowed her eyes.

He's not telling the truth… Something about this boy made her a bit nervous. His attitude was slightly that of someone that she just couldn't put her finger on. His facial features were all too familiar. It's going to drive me crazy. Charlie thought, rubbing her temples with her index fingers.

"Anyway," Vincent turned back to her other friends, "I didn't quite get all of your names. Would you introduce yourselves to me?"

Marla went first. "Well, my name's Marla, and this is my boyfriend, Lamar."

He nodded and shifted his head to John.

"Uh," he coughed out of slight discomfort under his stare, "I… my name's John."

Jessica spoke next. "You can call me Jessica."

"And my name is Carlton." The brunette teen said quickly, as if trying to get it over with.

Vincent looked over to the thirteen year old boy sitting beside John. "I'm Jason!" He said cheerily.

Charlie felt her face pale as something dark glinted in Vincent's eyes when the teen turned his gaze to lock with hers.

"M-my name is Charlotte… but you can… call me Charlie." She felt uncomfortable when he smiled once more.

"I suppose I should be honored to call you something that only your friends call you."

Her eyes shot open. "How did you know that only my friends call me that?"

Vincent shrugged. "I heard you from my table." His lip twitched with amusement when she stared at him, baffled. "Any who, are you all going to head over to Freddy's tonight?"

Carlton nodded. "Yes, much to my slight distaste…"

"Oh? And why is that?" He inquired.

"I don't like to talk about it…" he trailed off into a series of inaudible whispers.

Vincent leaned back in his spot. "I could say that it doesn't satisfy me to think that you think that I don't know what happened, but that would be lying. I think I'm quite satisfied."

Carlton's eyes shot open and he glared at the teen. "How do you know what happened? You weren't there!"

"Oh, but I heard about it." He nonchalantly brought up his left hand and examined the fingertips. "But don't worry. I won't talk about your near death experience."

Carlton growled slightly, but leaned back.

John swallowed. "Yes, we are going to Freddy's tonight…" He answered the question Vincent asked in the first place. "Would you… would you like to come? Saying as you know the place in all, I don't really understand why you wouldn't want to."

The boy nodded eagerly. "Absolutely, it would be great. I'd love to see my old friends again." He sighed and gazed ahead.

"'Old friends'?" Charlie questioned.

"Yeah," Vincent chuckled, "I call the animatronics 'old friends.' You know that they can talk?"

A short silence met his words before the group burst into laughter.

"That's not possible." Charlie giggled. "My dad didn't make them that way."

Vincent let his hand loose and then smirked. "Oh, but I did. When I fixed up the things I added in a voice box so that they could talk. It's not very clear, but I understand them perfectly. Also, I upgraded the old ones. They talk too."

She paused and looked at him through a heated gaze. "You tampered with my dad's creations in adding in a new feature?"

He nodded. "Yup. But don't worry, it's fine. I didn't mess with them in any way."

Charlie narrowed her eyes. "Good."

Ignoring her icy tone, Vincent turned back to the group. "So what time are you leaving?"

Lamar spoke this time. "Maybe about eight o'clock. Sound good to you guys?"

Everyone nodded and dispersed as it had been decided.

Charlie headed back to her car and placed the keys in the lock as to open the door. Muttering under her breath, she slid in and started up the red convertible. It's so strange… I know that I know that boy… although, the name Vincent doesn't really ring a bell…

. . .

The mall loomed ominously over the group of teenagers in the sunset. Charlie had her doubts about going there, yet they still arrived right in front of the awful place.

Vincent was last to arrive, his outfit changed from the casual jeans and black shirt to a light purple V-Neck tee and darker purple jeans. Strange… Charlie thought. The outfit reminded her deeper of how familiar he was.

Without a second thought, she walked up to the front area that was blocked off by a wire fence.

"Do we need to climb over this?" She asked.

Vincent laughed a little. "No. I have the keys. I told Carlton's dad that I was going to be here tonight and he gave me the keys to the area."

Stepping in front of them, he made his way to the large lock resting over the handle to the fence door. With a latching sound the lock fell off and the door slid open, enough for them to squeeze through.

Charlie was last to go besides Vincent, who extended his arm in a signal to allow her to go first. She let out a sharp gasp. That motion seems all too familiar as well… She shook her head politely and he ducked his head shyly, walking in after her friends. As does that…

Ignoring it, she followed them all inside and through the employee's door into the back of the building. The group entered a large hallway which had black and white checkered strips along the walls and the floor was the same pattern. Slowly, she made her way through the halls and around the corners, following her friends who were following Vincent to where he had stocked the new animatronics.

"Here we are." He said as they entered a sort of dining room.

There were a few tables that were stacked up on the grey walls that were lined with the same checkered pattern and several chairs put around them. On the left side of the room sat a stage with red velvet curtain around the front.

"Here, let me." Vincent offered.

The teenager walked over behind the stage and into a room that controlled the movement of the stage. A loud whirring sound emitted from the platform and the curtains slowly began to pull back. Tentatively, Charlie widened her eyes as to see more clearly.

On the stage sat three new animatronics. The one on the far left was Bonnie. He looked absolutely perfect. His plastic exoskeleton glinted in the light, the bright sky blue shimmering here and there. He wore a red bow tie around his endoskeleton neck that peaked out from the large chest and head. Bonnie held a red guitar in his arms, his right hand over the strings.

Freddy sat in the middle with a microphone to his mouth. He was a lighter brown color and also had on a bow tie, but this time, his bow tie was black.

Chica looked so cute. Her mouth was open slightly in a smile, her right hand held out the cupcake, and on the chest sat a bib reading 'Let's Party!'. Her light yellow color clashed with the pink on her thighs and orange for her feet.

"Wow!" Marla breathed. "These are amazing! You made these with some rusty old animatronic endoskeletons?"

Vincent poked his head out and nodded. "They can do so much, but I don't know that we'll ever use them because the people who bought the mall kind of want to make it into some sort of a haunted house."

The teen turned back to his control area and must have tweaked a few things, because Freddy began to move in a sequence.

"H-how did you do that?" Charlie asked shakily.

"I told you," he called simply from the control room, "I'm the one who upgraded them. Of course I'd know how to work them."

Charlie sighed and decided to walk over to the room he was in.

"What buttons do you use?"

Vincent turned to her and smiled in his crooked way. Pointing his finger at a red button and then a lever beside it caused her to reach out and activate them. She pushed the button and then pulled the lever, causing Chica and Bonnie to move.

"How do you get Bonnie to use his guitar?" She inquired.

"Like this." Vincent moved his hands deftly over the plate of circuits and pushed several buttons along with some latches.

The happy birthday tune sounded from outside of the control room as Bonnie played his guitar.

"Hold on…" he put his hand on his forehead. "Toy Chica is upset."

Charlie reeled back a bit in shock. "How do you know?"

Vincent turned his blank stare to her. "I just do."

The teen walked out of the room and stepped up onto the stage. Moving past Toy Freddy and Toy Bonnie in order to get where he wanted, Vincent stopped beside Chica.

"What is it, girl?" he asked. "What's wrong?"

Charlie threw her eyes wide with shock when the robot let out a low pitched moaning sound.

"I see." Vincent murmured. "Don't worry, I'll find another use for you… how about you introduce yourself to our new guests?" He pointed towards Marla, Lamar, John, Jason, Carlton, Jessica, and Charlie who stood dumbfounded.

Chica turned her glassy gaze onto the seven people. "Hello there," she spoke in a female monotonous voice, "My name is Toy Chica. This is my master, Vincent." The robot used her free hand that wasn't holding the cupcake to indicate the teenager standing beside her. "I am a little distressed due to the fact that Toy Freddy can sing, Toy Bonnie can play, but I can do nothing else except hand out cupcakes. What will I do?" She asked flatly, turning to Vincent.

He chuckled. "Don't worry, girl. We'll find something else for you to do. How about you be a backup dancer? I could put together a whole new sequence of moves just for you."

Chica blinked. "I'd like that very much."

Vincent laughed and patted her shoulder, walking off stage. Charlie's breath caught in her throat when the female animatronic followed him down the stairs.

"V-Vincent! Sh-she's following…" the blond girl trailed off as Chica fixed her gaze on the one who had interrupted her.

"Yes, I am following." She rang out.

"Don't worry, Charlie. She obeys me." Something about his voice at the last sentence caused her to shiver.

His eyes glinted with something… Cruelty? But it was gone so fast that she couldn't quite figure it out.

John walked up to her. "Wow… that's so weird." He muttered over her shoulder. "The way that Toy Chica can talk like that… it almost makes you want to shutter."

Charlie nodded. "I agree… and it's not just her voice. Isn't there something… you know… familiar about Vincent? Like, doesn't he ring a bell in your head?"

Gazing at her with disbelief, John gasped. "You noticed it too?" When she nodded, he continued. "It's so weird. It's like, he reminds me about someone… but I can't quite place it. Also, how creepy was it when he just blurted out that he knew about what happened with Carlton? That really sent me over edge. And how his dad was a mechanic?" He whispered. "Strange."

Charlie nodded again. "Exactly. I feel like Vincent might be hiding something from us. Did you notice how Toy Chica referred to him as 'master'?"

John shook his head, confused. "It just doesn't make sense. He's so familiar, yet so odd."

Turning back to the control room when she heard rhythmic steps grow closer to her, Charlie gasped in fear when she found Toy Chica standing over her.

"Do you want to see my new dance sequence?" She asked monotonously.

"S-sure?" Charlie quivered as she backed away and took her place on stage.

The robot lifted her arms and turned from side to side, her eyes still fixed ahead when her face moved away. Her legs moved from front to back in a pattern as she continued her dance. Soon enough she ended in a fourth position ballerina pose.

Vincent poked his head out from the control room.

"Perfect, Chica!" He twisted his lip into another strange grin. "Just perfect."

The teen ducked back into the room and pressed a few more buttons, causing Freddy to sing, Bonnie to play, and Chica to continue dancing.

Vincent looked back out and walked to the group of friends. "How about we all go see Mangle?"

Jason nodded excitedly. "Yes! Oh, that'd be so awesome!" He exclaimed joyously.

Marla stopped him by raising an eyebrow. "What about Toy Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica?"

Vincent smirked. "I'm sure that you and Lamar can take care of that while I show this little scamp to the Kid's Cove room."

Lamar looked uneasy, but nonetheless nodded.

Squealing happily, Jason followed Vincent out the door with Charlie, John, Carlton, and Jessica following. The blond teen was deep in her own thoughts while she followed him through the door.

He knows more than what he's letting on… I just know it. She grumbled inwardly. Charlie knew that Vincent was definitely something special, not just your everyday animatronic mechanic. No, he was much more. I just need to figure out who he is…

Following more tentatively now, she started to fall behind. John noticed this and fell back beside her.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" He asked playfully.

Charlie sighed. "I'm a little nervous about leaving Marla and Lamar alone with those three animatronics. You saw what Chica did! She moved off the stage freely. What if Freddy and Bonnie can do that too?" She realized that she was ranting her troubles by the time she finished.

John chuckled. "Don't worry. They'll be fine." He patted her on the back and squeezed her shoulder against his.

She blushed at this, but enjoyed the affectionate hug. Pulling away, John sped up a bit so that he could catch up with Carlton, Jessica, Jason, and Vincent. Charlie furrowed her brow as she thought further into her memory. An image flashed in her mind, but it was buried once again. She groaned a bit in frustration as they turned a corner and entered a checkered room.

There was a tangle of wires hanging from the ceiling and an empty corner over on the right side.

"Uh-oh!" Vincent called out in a singsong voice. "It looks like Mangle doesn't want company."

Jason gasped. "Where is she?"

The teenager chuckled slightly. "She's up there!" He pointed a flashlight up at the ceiling to uncover a horribly mismatched endoskeleton with only an exoskeleton hand, head, and one foot. The rest was all visible.

Jason squeaked and hid behind Vincent when the creature moved its stone cold head towards them. Slowly its eyes turned from slits to circular pupils as it used the facial scanners to look at the visitors.

"Vincent," it said. Mangle's voice was slightly different than Chica's. It was deeper, but was definitely female. Her eyes turned back to slits as her icy gaze fell on the others. "Intruders," a low whirring sound emitted from her throat, almost like a growl.

Vincent widened his eyes, but soon returned them to normal as he knew what was going to happen.

"V-Vin-Vincen…" Jason whimpered as the animatronic fixed the boy with a deathly glare.

"Termination device has been concluded. We shall dispose of the intruders for you, Vincent." What everyone didn't know was that Vincent had winked at her with his left eye as a signal.

Mangle folded two parts of her endoskeleton into what looked like a large beating object. In fact, that's exactly what she was going to do until Marla gasped and ran forward, pulling the frightened child back.

"What do you think you're doing?!" She screeched at Vincent. "The psycho thing could have killed him!"

Vincent's eyes flashed with something like amusement, but it disappeared quickly. "Don't worry, she'll listen to me." He turned back to the robot. "Mangle retreat. The intruders are visitors and want to see you."

Mangle tipped her head and unfolded her endoskeleton. Returning back to their regular circular shape, her eyes met with Jason's again.

"Hello visitor." She lowered down from the ceiling and reached out her covered hand.

Jason glanced nervously back at Vincent, but he only gave the boy a nod of encouragement.

"H-hello there, Mangle." Jason took her hand and shook it lightly up and down.

The robot pulled back and looked him up and down. "You are a child. What is your name, child?"

He widened his eyes. "My name is Jason."

Mangle blinked. "What a nice name."

The teenager standing behind him clapped his hands. "Alright Mangle, would you care to show Jason your many tricks?"

The robot turned her head and stared at him. "Okay, I will."

Nobody noticed that while Mangle twisted and turned, Vincent had left the room in a hurry.

. . .

The hallways were dark and narrow, but Vincent knew where he was going. He ran past the main dining hall where the old Bonnie, Freddy, and Chica used to stand. Quickly and nimbly he slipped past the old Pirate's Cove and into a long forgotten hallway. Almost there. His breathing quickened when he spotted the empty doorway at the end of the hallway. There it is… Vincent sprinted through the doorway and stopped in the center of the small room.

It smelled rank, like it hadn't been cleaned out since it was first created. What did he tell me it was called? He thought. Shaking his head in frustration, Vincent turned to the left far side and noticed a desk with a stack of monitors on top. Perfect! He ran over to the desk and scanned all of the buttons and levers carefully. Deftly, he moved his hands over a series of buttons and pulled one lever at the very last minute. They had power.

The monitors switched on and Vincent could see Marla and Lamar sitting in some diner chairs, talking while Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, and Toy Chica danced, sang, and played. He moved his vision over to the Kid's Cove and found Jason running playfully around the room with Mangle on his tail while Carlton just sat with a disgusted look on his face. Jessica, John, and Charlie eyed the robot suspiciously. None of them knew that Vincent had left.

Turning away from the desk, he found himself looking at a series of boxes and suits. An old urge boiled up inside him as his eyes widened at the sight. He's in there somewhere… Vincent ignored the urge for a time to search frantically through the suits. Where is it? Where is it? His anger boiled over when he couldn't find the suit he was looking for.

Suddenly, something shiny caught his eye. He turned slowly to see it sitting loosely on the floor. His breathing stopped. There it is.

Vincent walked smoothly to the rotting suit. When he was a reasonable amount away from it but he could still touch it, he crouched down. Hesitantly, the teenager reached out his hand and felt around the uncovered endoskeleton. There's got to be some way to start this thing back up… He felt around the back side to see if he could find some sort of lever, but found none. Soon enough he found something that could help.

"If I can just get this crowbar inside the front hole then I can push it on the emergency start up button." He whispered to himself.

Vincent snatched up the metal bar and pushed it into the suit and swished it around the jaw area. With a thump he hit something. Yes! Without any further thinking, he pushed the crowbar onto the top of what he hit and he felt it push in.

He waited for about five minutes, but finally heard the whirring of an old, rusty animatronic. Hopefully it still has some… some sort of memory. Vincent backed up so that he could see it better.

Illuminating the dim light were the pinpricks of white eyes. It's on… The greenish yellow costume's head turned to one side, but then back again to gaze at its rescuer. Slowly and mechanically it flexed its fingers and stood up. It was about a foot taller than Vincent, but that didn't matter.

"Hello?" He said unsurely.

The robot's head tilted from the left and to the right as if to examine the teenager standing in front of it.

Then, in a raspy and rusty voice, it spoke.

"Hello." It gazed blankly at the teenager.

Vincent's hope almost diminished when he realized what it was doing. It might be worried that I'm another phantom… let's hope this works.

"I'm not a child, I'm your son." He spoke with confidence. "You are William Afton, the co-creator of Freddy Fazbear's and Fredbear's Family Diner."

The robot's head was turned to one side, but when it heard what the teenager had said, it snapped its head forward once again.

"Vincent." It said melodiously. His voice seemed to change from the fake machine voice that it had put on to a nearly song like tone.

"Dad," He breathed, "can you hear me? Can you see me?"

"I prefer Springtrap, and yes, I can." The animatronic took a step forward and put a massive hand on Vincent's chest. "You are real."

He furrowed his brows in confusion. "Why wouldn't I be?" But he got his answer even before the robot responded.

Springtrap stepped back. "I have been haunted with ghosts of children. One of the children always turns out to be you." The robot turned towards the desk. "You have the security monitors working again." He said in his strange voice.

Most of the animatronics had monotonic voices, but Springtrap did not. After all, the spirit of William Afton sat inside, but the voice was almost real. Like it held feeling within it, not just hollow words.

"Yeah," Vincent chuckled slightly, "they work pretty well."

The former William Afton walked stiffly to the desk and stood over the monitors, watching each of them quietly.

"You have brought others…" he said. "I recognize them."

The teen nodded. "The two in the new dining hall are Marla and Lamar, and the five in Kid's Cove are Jason, Jessica, Carlton, John, and Charlie."

Springtrap emitted a low sound. "Charlie is the reason I ever died." He turned back to Vincent. "I want revenge." A dark look glinted in his eyes as he spoke the last word.

Vincent's lips curled into a smirk. "That's exactly why I awoke you."