Holding Out For A Hero

Calling his dad was one of his biggest priorities when he came home. When he picked up, Mike could hear how relieved he was to know that his son was okay. Before he could ask anything though, Mike quickly said that he would explain everything tonight at Freddy's. He knew that his dad still had the keys, so he told him to let himself in and then leave the keys behind the counter so Mike could lock up. He also mentioned to tell the others that he would be back tonight and not to worry.

His dad didn't question it, he just said warmly that he'd see him tonight. That left Mike with a bit of time to figure out what he was going to say, give up after a while and just decide to wing it, then just wait around until it was time to go in. He put on his uniform and set off, again glancing behind him to make sure he wasn't being followed.

He arrived to find his dad had done as requested. While he locked the front doors, Mike was wondering what kind of reactions the synthetics would have to seeing him again. He knew he'd apparently worried them, but just how badly? He'd only left an hour before his shift was over, so how bad could it really be?

That question was answered the instant he closed the shutters and locked them. He heard heavy footsteps behind him and actually screamed a bit when he saw Chica, still wearing her suit, rushing towards him and sweeping him up in a hug.

"Mike! You're okay!" she cried happily. "Thank goodness!"

"Uh… Chica, um…" It was hard to deny that even in her suit, she felt warm and soft. "I uh…"

"Bonnie! He's here! Mike came back!" she called joyously.

"Good, tell him he's a twit!" called back Bonnie.

"Come on, everyone's waiting," she urged, taking his hand and pulling him back inside. Mike just let himself be dragged, feeling a sense of elation.

Emerging into the dining area, he saw that they were all still in their suits. Like their first thought wasn't to get out of them but to wait and see if he would be back. Mike didn't have time to really register how touched he was when someone else came to see him.

"Mike me lad!" Foxy sprinted up and hugged him too, almost knocking him off his feet. "Yer alrigh'! Ye should never try ta sail treacherous waters on yer own, lad!"

"Foxy, I…" His mind was a bit of a blank. "I don't really uh, know what to say to that."

"I can tell you what. How about that you're sorry, you stupid jerk?!" Bonnie strode up to him and folded her arms. "What did you get in your head that it was okay for you to just up and leave? Huh?!"

Mike nodded sombrely. "You're right. I'm… I'm sorry if I made you worry, Bonnie."

"Psh, like I was worried," she dismissed. "I was just thinking about the others, that's all. What did you think would happen, you freaking idiot?" She paused and her tone softened a little. "But… it's cool to see you're back tonight, Mikey."

"I echo that sentiment." Again, despite the mask, Mike could feel Freddy's warm smile when he approached and firmly shook his hand. "You really had us worried, son, just up and leavin' like that. And I mean all of us."

They parted away from Mike to reveal his dad sitting at one of the tables. He lifted up his phone and smiled.

"Well, I got your message, Mike. Are you alright, son?" he asked.

"I feel a lot better," said Mike honestly, taking a seat opposite him. "Was it really that bad when I left?"

"Well, not anarchic bad but you did give everyone a bit of a scare," he chuckled. "Foxy was yammering we should go out and look for you. And you should have seen how much Chica was freaking out, you'd think someone had kidnapped you or something. Even Bonnie's voice raised a few octaves when she saw you were gone. It fell down to Freddy and me, the responsible ones, to keep everyone in order."

Foxy nodded proudly, while Chica shuffled awkwardly. Bonnie scoffed and kept her arms folded. Freddy just chortled.

"I think that your level of responsibility is somewhat questionable, old friend," he said.

"Hey, I can be responsible. I raised a good son, didn't I?" his dad countered.

"Again, that's up in the air," remarked Bonnie.

"So, what's the matter, Mike?" he asked. "I talked to Aaron when I came in too. He said that you had something you wanted to tell me as well."

Mike had to take a moment to figure out exactly what he wanted to say. They were all looking at him expectantly. With all their concern for him showing like this, Mike was really ashamed that he'd let himself doubt they were truly his friends.

"Okay then. First of I… I want to say I'm sorry," he began. "For making you all worry, I mean. Honestly, I think Bonnie's going to call me even more of an idiot when she hears my line of thought for why."

"That's most likely true," agreed Bonnie.

"Anyway. The uh, the reason why I left is um… well…" He paused again. "I… thought that… you didn't th-think I was… n-needed to stick around."

He looked around for their reactions. His dad looked like he understood, but the synthetics were looking at each other in what Mike assumed was a bewildered and confused way.

"Whaddya mean, ya thought ya didn't need ta stay?" asked Foxy. "'Course ya did! Not like we were stoppin' ya from leavin' or anythin' but ya didn't have ta go."

"That wasn't how I felt. What I mean is that… you guys were having a lot of fun with my dad," he clarified. "You all really liked having him back and you were having a lot of fun. I just felt… out of place, I guess. Like I was just… kind of there. So I… well, you know, left."

Now, they seemed to comprehend. They all looked a little guilty, with the possible exception of Bonnie who cocked an eyebrow.

"You know, you were right. That is dumb," she said. She glanced to the side. "But… I guess I see where you're coming from."

"Oh, Mike, we're so, so sorry," said Chica sincerely. "I-I honestly had no idea. B-But I should have known b-better. I'm really, really sorry. Here…"

To Mike's pleasant surprise, she hugged him again.

"Aye, me too, lad," put in Foxy, looking really guilty. "Lookin' back, I suppose it was rather obvious. Bu' I was havin' a roarin' time and jus' didn't notice. I shoulda known somethin' wasn't sittin' righ' wi' ye. Wha' kinda cap'n doesn't pay attention ta the needs of his crew, 'specially his firs' mate?"

"Foxy, really, don't beat yourself up about it." He placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's no big deal."

"I beg to differ. I thought that somethin' was buggin' you early on," admitted Freddy. "I thought you'd start havin' fun with the rest of us, you'd be fine. My sincerest apologies for just assumin' that, Mike."

Mike felt an incredible sense of warmth sweep through him. He looked at his dad, who was smiling sadly.

"Some dad I am, eh?" He shook his head, his gaze cast downward. "I'm sorry too, Mike. I guess I was just caught up in everything. Being back here, with all of these guys again, it was like I'd gone back in time. Back before…" He grimaced painfully and shook his head. "But I was wallowing so much in the past, I forgot about things in the present. I suppose I almost… wanted to."

Mike nodded. "I understand, dad. I know you missed this place."

"That wasn't all I missed, apparently." He looked back up. "Mike, I really am…"

He trailed off. His eyes were focused on something behind Mike that was making all of the colour drain from his face. Mike turned and felt his stomach contract when he saw his mother, standing in front of the entrance of the toilets.

The silence that followed was deafening. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. Both parties stared at each other in utter shock, frozen in time. Like if either did anything to break the quiet, the whole world might shatter like glass.

"Well," Bonnie said after who knew how long, "this is awkward."

"M-Mom?" Mike gasped. "Wha… how did…?"

"Hidin' in the bathroom, I should assume," murmured Freddy. "Everyone, just stay calm."

"So," his mother breathed, "this is what you've been hiding."

"Mrs Schmidt," said Freddy, walking around towards her, "please, there's no cause for alarm. Allow me to-"

"STAY BACK!" she shrieked. "Don't you take another step closer! Not one!"

"As you wish." He stopped where he was. "Now, if we could talk-"

"Shut up!" she hissed. "Why are you talking? Why are you moving around?! At night?! What… what even is this?!"

"Hey lady, cool it," shot Bonnie. "If you really wanna know, look here." She reached up for her mask.

"Don't! Don't any of you move!" she commanded. "Not a muscle!"

"Uh, right." Bonnie's arms froze midway to her head. "Can I put my arms back down or what?"

"Bonnie," Freddy said pointedly.

Mike tried to think of a way to get this across to her. They needed her to calm down and they needed to show her what was happening wasn't what she might think. At the moment though, she was borderline panicking.

He looked at his dad, but he still looked like he was in a state of shock. She wouldn't listen to the synthetics either. But what could he do? What could he say?

"Andrew," she said, her voice shaking, "why are those… things moving around?"

His dad opened and closed his mouth, but no sound came out. The few that did were fragments of words and stammers of barely coherent sentences.

"M-Mom, listen p-please." Mike stood from his chair, trying his best to keep his legs from shaking. "I-I-It really isn't b-bad. They're not-"

"Not bad? Not bad?! You're telling me that after what this place has done to us?! What they did?!" She thrust a finger at them. "They're the cause of everything! They're dangerous! Especially that one!"

Her finger found Foxy, who practically withered under it.

"M-Mom, he's not like that," Mike said feebly. "N-None of them are. They're-"

"Don't say a word, Michael! I know exactly what they're like! I was there when it happened." She glared at Foxy. "I saw what it did to that poor man. The fact they're still letting a monster like that perform is… I don't even know what to say! But it's dangerous! They all are! And I'm going to make sure they can't hurt anyone else ever again."

She walked away at a rapid stride down the hallway towards the back door. Mike scrambled after her.

"Mom, wait!" He heard the sound of the backdoor being opened and hurried. "Mom, stop! L-Let me explain!"

"I'm sorry, Mike." She was standing by the door, which was wide open. "But this is for your own good."

"What is? Mom, what are you…?"

He trailed off when people started coming in. They were all wearing hoodies, five of them. But despite their features being obscured, Mike knew exactly who they were.

"Hello again, Mike," came Daniel's muffled voice from behind a balaclava. "Thank you, Elizabeth. You've done the right thing."

"W-W-W-What is th-th-this?" stammered Mike.

"Simple. I'm getting the truth. Come on," he ordered the others.

He barged past Mike and the four other streamed after him toward the dining room. In their hands, they carried a variety of items. Baseball bats, crowbars, a camera phone. Mike's heart skipped a beat when he glimpsed what was unmistakably a handgun in Daniel's hand. He had a semi-automatic, while another guy had a revolver. This wasn't missed by his mom.

"Why do they have those?" she asked. "Jenny, I thought you told me you just wanted to gather evidence."

"It's just as a precaution, Elizabeth," the girl with the camera phone assured. "Hopefully, we won't have to use them."

"Jenny! Get in here!" ordered Daniel. "It looks like we were right!"

"Sorry, gotta go!" She held up her camera phone and hurried away. Mike followed to find a worrying scene before him.

The five of them had spread themselves out around the room. Bonnie looked like she'd started towards them, but the guy with the revolver had it pointed at her. Foxy too looked like he'd tried to break away but he was held at gunpoint by Daniel, frozen in his tracks. Chica had backed away toward the stage, trembling in fright while the woman Jenny recorded her. Two guys, one with a bat and one with a crowbar stood close to Freddy and his dad.

"Now, wait just a moment here," Freddy was saying. "Just what is the meanin' of this?"

"Are you getting this, Jenny?" asked Daniel, ignoring Freddy.

"Every bit of it," she affirmed. "We've done it, Dan. We've finally done it!"

"Don't get too excited. There's still more we could hope to unearth. Gordon, keep an eye on the bear." The guy with the crowbar nodded. "Ernest, let the guy next to him stand up."

"Yes, Daniel." Ernest lifted his dad from the chair. "Now just stay calm, sir. We're not here to hurt you."

"We're not," put in Daniel. "Just so long everyone here cooperates."

"You know, you're making this sound more like a robbery every time you speak," accused his dad.

"Now, sir, please calm down. We're not taking anything but information. Jenny, keep recording but watch the duck."

"I-I'm a chicken!" protested Chica.

He ignored her. "Stuart, you keep watch on that fox. He's the worst one so don't take your gun off him for a second."

"Sure thing," nodded Stuart, pulling the hammer back. "Just give me an excuse, freak."

"Funny, I was abou' ta say the same thing," growled Foxy.

"Case and point. I'm not much liking the look of this one, either," Daniel said, motioning to Bonnie. "You. Go stand by the stage." Bonnie didn't budge. She just fixed him with a menacing stare. "Do it or I'll shoot until I hit something important. I may not be an engineer, but you don't have to know how something works to break it."

"Bonnie, do as he says," ordered Freddy. "Don't do anythin' rash."

Reluctantly, Bonnie complied and backed up to the stage nearby Chica. The latter shuffled to the former and huddled with her while Bonnie turned her glare to Jenny's camera. The woman shifted uncomfortably.

"Good. Mike, please take your taser and night stick from your belt and set them down on the table," requested Daniel.

Mike moved to comply, unhooking them both and setting them down. He didn't want to provoke him.

"Thank you. Now," said Daniel, "this is all well and good. We've finally proven what we knew to be true but were scorned for. But I think there's a lot more going on here. So, Mike, care to be a little more honest now?"

Mike froze when he was addressed. Daniel's eyes turned to him, glinting behind his balaclava.

"Leave my son out of this." His mom came between him and Daniel. "You said you just wanted information. My son is just a victim in all of this."

"Then he should have no problem telling me what I want to know," reasoned Daniel. "Now, move out of the way, Elizabeth."

"Not until you leave my son alone," she said threateningly. "Take as much footage as you need, but don't think you can lump my Mike in with the rest of them."

"Elizabeth, I'm asking politely," said Daniel pointedly. "But I will move you myself if you force me to."

"Don't talk to my wife that way." His dad had found his voice. He was looking at Daniel with a determination Mike had never seen before. "And don't try anything with my son either."

"Ah, so this is your husband?" remarked Daniel. "Andrew, wasn't it?"

"It is now. But back when I worked here, I was called David Smith. And while I never really got the chance to, it was my job to look after this place from people like you," he said boldly.

"David Smith? Where have I… yes, I remember now," he murmured. "From the papers. You were the one working that day. You didn't do a very good job, did you?"

His dad looked pained at the memory. "I'm not denying what I failed to do that day. But what I did from that day and every day since then was for the good of my family. Both of them. So I'm telling you, right now, to-"

BANG!

Everyone jumped when Daniel fired his gun at the ceiling. A smattering of plaster fell to the ground. There was a blazing look in Daniel's eyes.

"I've come this far to get what I want. Don't think I won't go further just because you're in my way." His voice was trembling. "You weren't the only one who saw what happened that day. I'm making things right, for me and for every kid who had to watch that happen. Now, I'm not asking anymore. I'm telling you: move."

Though his mother continued to stand between them, Mike could see her faintly shaking. He couldn't blame her. He was scared too. But he was the night guard now. He had to do his job. Gently, very gently, he placed a hand on her shoulder and stepped past her.

"Mike, no! Come back!" she begged.

"I-I-It's alright, mom," he assured. "I-It's fine." He looked at Daniel as unflinchingly as he could. "Wh-What do you w-want?"

"The truth," he answered. "What else are they hiding here? Why are they moving around? What exactly do you do, Mike?"

"Th-There's nothing m-m-much to t-t-tell. I… I j-just keep a-an e-eye on e-everything," he stammered. "J-Just go. Please."

"You're not a very good liar, Mike. You can't run away this time, so tell me what I want to know. Right now," he commanded.

"Th-There really i-i-isn't a-anything," he repeated. "P-Please, th-there's n-n-no-"

"Alright then, Mike. If you won't tell me the truth, I suppose you'll need a little motivation." He raised his gun again but he didn't point it at Mike. "Tell me or your dad pays for his mistake all those years ago."

"Oh, you son of a-!" Bonnie was cut off when Daniel fired his gun in her general direction. The bullet went through the stage, but it stopped her in her tracks. "Don't you even dare!"

"NO!" Mike cried. "Don't hurt my dad! Please!"

"You lied to me!" His mom held his dad tightly. "You said you wouldn't hurt anyone!"

"I said I wouldn't if they cooperated and your son isn't cooperating, Elizabeth!" countered Daniel.

"Dan, don't." It was Jenny who spoke up. "Don't make us look bad."

"Who cares? People already think we look bad!" he protested. "And trust me, there's a few people I know who wouldn't mind learning that this guy got what he deserved for letting the Bite happen!" He cocked the hammer back. "Now, I'm going to count to three and if you don't tell me, your dad gets a bullet in the foot. After that, who knows? I'm not exactly well trained with this thing, so my aim might be off."

"It wasn't his fault!" begged Mike. "Please, don't do this!"

"You're making me do this, Mike! And don't you try and tell me it wasn't his fault! He's had this coming!" he insisted. "Now, clock's ticking."

"Ya scurvy cur!" roared Foxy. "I'll keel haul ye!"

"One!"

"Don't hurt my dad! Please!"

"Two!"

"Sir, there's no need for violence," Freddy attempted to reason. "If you would just-"

"Two and half!"

Mike desperately tried to think. What could he tell him? What would make him stop? Suddenly, he had an idea.

"STOP!" Mike screamed. "O-Okay, h-have it your way! I'll… I'll tell you. Just… don't hurt him. P-Please."

"That's better." Daniel lowered his weapon. He let out a sigh of what seemed like relief. "Right then, Mike, tell me."

Mike thought for a moment. He really had to make Daniel go along with this, make it seem like he was a hero helping to end something horrible. That was how he seemed to see it. He just hoped this would sound convincing.

"I… you have to u-understand," stuttered Mike. "Th-Th-They'd k-kill me if I told y-you this! A-Anyone! B-But maybe you c-could stop them!"

"Stop what?" asked Daniel urgently. "What are they doing?"

"I-It's the others," whispered Mike frantically. "Th-There've been g-g-guards before us. L-Lots of them. Th-They a-a-always c-cover it up when it h-h-happens b-but now we c-can prove it!"

"Prove what? What about these guards? You can tell me, we can help fix this," he promised.

"I-I know. It's… it's them!" Mike gestured to them. "All of them! Th-There's something wrong with them! I-I don't know what it is b-but e-every night… they come after me! Th-They want to t-take me a-a-and put me into… into a suit!"

"A suit?" Daniel glanced around. "You mean one of those ones? The mascot suits?"

Mike nodded. "They're n-n-not meant t-to b-be worn b-by people. I-It's all the machinery. W-When th-they force someone it… they…!"

Mike deliberately trailed off but it looked like it had the desired effect. The five of them were looking at the synthetics with a new wariness and caution. Mike chanced a glance at Freddy and his dad. Freddy's eyes flickered toward the backstage area and his dad jerked his head in a brief nod.

"Oh Mike, we wouldn't have hurt you too bad." Freddy's voice took on a sinister tone. "We just need to get you back in uniform. No animatronic is allowed out of costume at any time. Same goes for all of you."

"Yeah." Bonnie snickered evilly. "Why don't you come with us in back? I'm sure we've got some spares for you all. You'll fit right in. Trust me, I'll make sure of it."

"You were all lucky you managed to get away," his dad said. "For years, I had to endure them. They toy with you, make it seem like it's some twisted game. But there's only so much a man can bear…"

"And the management just… let's them?" The man called Ernest sounded sick. "Oh god…"

"That's why we need to do this," said Daniel with determination. "The rabbit mentioned the back room. Is that where they all are?"

"Y-Yes," nodded Mike. "Th-They try and c-clean them out b-but the smell… come on, I can show you."

"Lead the way. Jenny, come on," ordered Daniel. "We'll need documentation."

Jenny gave a wary glance to Chica and Bonnie before following Daniel. Mike led them to the backstage area, hoping that what Freddy had once mentioned was true. There were certainly a lot of spare heads on the shelves but Mike didn't know if they were all made for the synths or just certain ones.

He checked the heads trying to ignore how much his hands were shaking. Mike had once taken a look at one of the heads, so he knew what to look for. There were faint lights from the electronics inside so…

"H-Here." He found a synthetic mask head, one of Freddy's. He carried it onto the table so the head opening was on display. "This is one. I-It really stinks badly."

"It does? Let me see…" Daniel came over to look, lowering his gun. "I don't smell anything."

"T-Try leaning a l-little closer," suggested Mike. "I-It varies."

Daniel leaned in further towards the opening for the head. Mike gulped and mustered his courage. He had to act now.

"I still don't smell anything. Are you- HEY!"

While he was still leaning in, Mike grabbed the back of his head and the suit head at the same time. Shoving Daniel's head and shifting the mascot head, he managed to force it inside. Almost as soon as he did, Daniel's muffled cries echoed from inside as he was shocked by the sensors.

He dropped his gun in the struggle and Mike kicked it aside. He then shoved past a bewildered Jenny and ran back into the dining area.

"We're good!" he shouted. "Do it!"

"Foxy, disarm him!" ordered Freddy.

Stuart had become momentarily distracted from the sudden confusion that Mike had caused. With his attention elsewhere, Foxy darted forward in the blink of an eye, grabbed the gun and twisted it out of Stuart's hand.

"Ye should know, laddie," he said, raising his hook hand while Stuart scrambled away. "Never turn yer back on a pirate."

"Now then, sir," said Freddy to Gordon, "are you goin' to drop that weapon or will I have to deprive you of it?" Gordon's answer was to swing it at Freddy, but he grabbed it. "There really is no need for this." He took the crowbar and bent into a loop shape. "There we are. Won't be hurtin' anyone with that now."

Gordon slowly backed away from Freddy who continued to smile pleasantly at him.

"Ernest, what are you doing?!" yelled Stuart. "Get them!"

Looking nervous, Ernest started forward while swinging his baseball bat. But it was Bonnie who intercepted it, yanked it away and broke it over her knee. Ernest yelped and pulled out his metal one.

"Dude." Bonnie raised an eyebrow at him. "Really?"

Ernest seemed to take her point and dropped his bat with a clang.

Jenny was still filming everything that was happening when someone tapped her on the shoulder. She looked and screamed when she saw Chica, who squealed a little too.

"Sorry, sorry! I uh, just wanted to um get a look at that camera?" She held out her hand. "Please? I just want t-to see."

Jenny was still wary. "Why?"

"I'm sorry, you don't have to," said Chica quickly. "I-I'm just a little curious, really. I a-always see people with them. I-It looks really uh, cool. I-Is that right to say?"

"I guess it is," she said unsurely. "It is pretty useful. You don't seem very… evil."

"Oh no, not at all. I like to think I'm rather nice," Chica remarked modestly.

"You seem to be," admitted Jenny. For moment, it seemed like she would give her the phone.

But then Bonnie swiped it out of her gradually outstretched out and crushed it in her fist.

"Yeah, she might be nice but I'm not." She smirked at Jenny's horror struck face. "Boo."

Jenny screamed and ran away while Bonnie snickered. She stopped when she saw Chica's face.

"Bonnie, really? I think I was getting through to her," she protested.

"Hey, we couldn't exactly let her keep that footage," argued Bonnie. "Besides, we're within our rights to defend ourselves."

"NO!" They all turned to see Daniel emerge from backstage. He'd removed the mask and was twitching from the experience, but he was utterly livid. "YOU RUINED IT! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!" He locked eyes on Mike. There was a flash as he pulled out a knife. "IT'S YOUR FAULT! YOURS!"

Screaming like a madman, he charged at Mike. Time seemed to slow down. He thought of his security equipment still lying on that table. There didn't seem to be enough time to run or move. He heard others calling to him, but their voices seemed so far away.

Then, a red flash tackled into him and knocked him to the floor. Foxy grabbed the knife and tossed it away. Daniel's balaclava had slipped down in the struggle and Mike could see that he looked absolutely terrified. Foxy, however, was enraged.

"Ye think ye can come in here and threaten my friends? Ye I'd let ye run through Mike like tha'?!" Foxy bore down on him, his hook hand aloft. "Big! Mistake!"

"Foxy no!" Mike cried. "Don't do it! Just let him up and let him go."

Once Mike had stopped him, Foxy seemed to realise what he had almost done. Almost in a state of shock, he allowed Daniel to stand. His breathing frantic, Daniel scrambled to his feet. He looked wildly around but all he could see now was his gang backing away to the west hall away from the synthetics. They'd been disarmed, their evidence was gone and they were outnumbered.

"You've lost," stated Mike flatly. "Give up."

Daniel didn't say anything. He snarled at Mike and ran as fast as he could. He called for the others to follow and they did so swiftly. Bonnie made to follow, but Freddy raised his arm to stop her and shook his head.

They watched as the remainder of the gang ran back towards the back door. Mike followed just as it slammed shut. Just to be on the safe side, he turned the key in the lock and hurried to the security office to call the cops.


Woo hoo! Conflict resolution!

Alexia: You're very welcome. I have the time and dedication to do it

kliff: Details are very nice to have.

Balloon: What's confused?

JJ (1): Hmm… ;) And that's technically true and untrue. Yes, the Purple Guy killed the children but his canon name isn't Vincent. That's the name Rebornica gave him because that's their interpretation of the character since he doesn't actually have a specific name. He's just called the Purple Guy until Scott reveals anything that might give us more details.

JJ (2): I won't dissuade you if that's how you feel. I'd say that's a reasonable assumption.

Candy: To answer those questions in order: to give some further background and characterisation as well as parallel to events in the present; that's something you'll have to wait and see for; yes, they just did.

Bunny: … I don't get it.

Zerothekitsune: Well, Dave was a headstrong kind of guy in his younger days. This wouldn't be the first time he got himself into trouble for something like this.

1OneHuman: It probably won't be the case with all of them as we're getting near the end, but I am trying to give little things for all of them with David. I think you can guess who's next.

Be strong, be swift, be just.