Present Day
"If you expect an apology, you are sorely mistaken." Vincent said to the Puppet.
"I don't expect you to apologize. I know you're a heartless murderer" The Puppet replied.
Vincent laughed "Glad you've got that straight. Fine Mike, I'll bite, what do I have to do in order to 'pay for my sins'"
Mike sighed, he knew Vincent wasn't going to like this part. "You need to prove to the animatronics that you're a changed man. You can't do that right now simply because they are all currently undergoing upgrades."
"Right. And what am I supposed to do in the mean time?"
Mike shook his head. Vince wasn't going to enjoy this. "You have a suit. You'll be one of the performers."
November 2, 1987
Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, 1:00 A.M.
Mike reacted quickly.
The instant Bonnie lunged at him, he pulled the door open, causing the lavender bunny to rocket into the Puppet, launching them both down the hallway.
Mike ran out of the parts and service room. There had to be some way to calm down the Puppet and to avoid Bonnie.
He ran back into the security office. C'mon door button door button…
…Hadn't Percy said there were no doors in the new location?
Cursing his stupidity, Mike climbed into one of the vents, hopefully the animatronics couldn't fit in here.
He was wrong. As he turned the corner of the vent, he heard a loud clanging sound behind him, as of something large and heavy climbing onto the vent.
Mike climbed out of the vent as quickly as he could and dashed out of the party room he had wound up in. He ran back to the mainstage area, and skidded to a halt.
All three of the animatronics that were on the stage when he got here were gone.
Mike racked his brain, and realized that he had ran past them all at least once in his panic to escape Bonnie and the Puppet.
Well, too late to wonder if they were dangerous.
Mike suddenly got an idea. What if he hid in the same box the Puppet came out of.
Climbing into the box, Mike told himself that this idea was either really clever, or incredibly stupid. He hoped it was the former.
After a while of waiting within the box, Mike checked his watch. 5:00 A.M. one hour left.
Then disaster struck.
Almost immediately after Mike checked his watch, the lid of the box opened, and a porcelain face with two white pinpricks of light for eyes stared down at him.
Mike got the feeling it was really, really mad.
Before Mike could so much as scream, the Puppet was extending a long, three fingered arm towards him.
In panic, Mike grabbed the nearest thing he could find and held it up protectively.
The Puppet stopped its forward movement, then tilted its head and looked at Mike.
Mike looked down at the object he had picked up. A music box? Mike began to wind it up experimentally.
The soft, tinkling tune of "My Grandfather's Clock" began to play.
The Puppet visibly calmed down, but continued to move towards Mike. Then, against all expectation, it ignored him and grabbed the music box instead.
Mike watched in amazement as the strange marionette sat down on the table with the music box cradled on its lap. He knew that Freddy liked Toreador March, and that Bonnie could play a multitude of songs on his guitar, but this was something else entirely. The strange entity seemed to be completely different while the music was playing.
Mike slowly climbed out of the box and stood in front of the Puppet.
"You know the others already?"
Mike was astonished it could even produce sound with its mouth gaping open. "Um, yeah."
"Then you know our secret."
"You mean the fact that you're all possessed?" Mike asked nervously.
"Then you do know. Just as well. I would have caught you before now if you hadn't brought it up." The Puppet made a sighing noise, a strange sound seeming more like the wind than anything else. "And then I would have nobody to wind up my music box for me…"
Before Mike could reply, the six o'clock jingle played, and the Puppet drifted back into its box, ready to begin a new day of prize giving.
The Puppet really likes that music box.