It was nearing closing time for the pizzeria's fourth day of operation. Chica had been making pizza like nobody's business, and the people were enjoying it, many of them asking who the cook was. Naturally, Mike couldn't tell them the whole truth, but the half-truths he told them were good enough answers for the parents.

Vincent was watching the children as they flocked around Fredbear, giving the yellow bear hugs and asking him questions. Spring was still popular, but it was obvious that Fredbear far outshone the rabbit in popularity.

Suddenly, he felt someone tugging at his arm. Vincent turned his head to see a little girl trying to get his attention. "Mister Spring, can you help me find my mommy?" The little girl asked him.

Vincent fought a war in his head. On one hand, he would ordinarily ignore this child. It wasn't really his concern to help out lost children. On the other hand, it actually was his responsibility to look after this little girl; and as he had noted before, being in the Spring suit made him feel… different from usual.

"Let's take a look around and see if we can find her, okay?" Vincent said in his 'Spring' voice.

"Okay." The little girl said, sniffling.

"What's your name?"

"Angela."

"Well Angela, let's go see if we can find your mom." Vincent said.

Vincent led the little girl through the main show area, the whole time telling himself that he just needed to remember where the safe room was, then he could be rid of the brat.

"Mister Spring, where are we?" Angela asked him

Damn, forgot. The new location doesn't have a safe room. He quickly thought up an explanation. "Sorry Angela, I'm a little bit confused today. Let's get back to the main show area."

As the two entered the main stage area, Angela spotted her parents and ran off, leaving Vincent standing in the hallway.

"Thank you for coming everyone! Come again soon!" Fredbear called out to the departing patrons.

The doors closed for the day with the click of the lock, and Vincent began to undo the latches on the suit.

"Vincent." Mike said, walking up to the pale man. "Don't think I didn't see what you were going to do."

"Can't imagine what you're talking about." Vincent said innocently

"The little girl that you dragged through the building? I saw you stop at the end of that hallway as if you were looking for the hidden safe room door." Mike replied, sounding angry. "You know what will happen if you go back to killing kids!"

Vincent was surprised. This was the first time he had heard Mike angry. Frustrated, yes, but never angry. "Look, I didn't do it. You kept the kid from danger by not building a safe room."

"Why did you do it Vince?" Mike said, no longer sounding angry. Instead he was just… disappointed.

"Force of habit." Vincent answered.

"Vincent, please don't make me write you off as a lost cause."

Vincent sighed. "Look, I don't know any more. Dying really screws with your memory. You told me that the Puppet didn't even remember if they were a boy or girl? I can't remember my reasons for killing those kids."

Mike looked at Vincent sadly. "Just… don't do it again. Please…" The green eyed man walked off.

Vincent climbed out of the Spring suit and picked it up. It wasn't nearly as heavy as it looked. He carried it to the parts and service room before his emotions finally caught up to the conversation that he had with Mike earlier.

"Goddammit…" Vincent muttered to himself as he set Spring down in his corner. "Goddammit!" He shouted, and punched the wall.

There was a loud Crack, and Vincent's hand went through the wall. Vincent's eyes widened in shock. It hadn't hurt much, to be honest. More like a bruise than broken bones…

Pulling his hand out of the wall, Vincent took a look at his fist. The skin and muscle on his fingers was completely destroyed, showing the white bone underneath.

Except they weren't white, and they weren't bones.

He had a metal skeleton.

Vincent leaned down and looked through the hole in the wall.

"Hi Fredbear…"

Vincent knocked on the door with his right hand. Seeing as how his left hand was kinda obliterated, it was probably better to not damage it any more than already.

"Come in" The answering voice said.

Vincent pushed the door open and entered Mike's room. It was the same size as Vincent's room, but with several notable differences. First, there were two beds in the room, Mike was laying on one and watching some cartoon about these twins who were visiting this crazy little town for the summer. The other bed seemed occupied, but there wasn't anything moving on it. There were pictures of the older Freddy Fazbear locations on Mike's bedside table, along with a picture of a younger Mike, Vincent, and Percy.

"Hello Vincent, what's up?" Mike asked, pausing his television show.

"Mike I have a few questions." Vincent said. "First, what's up with this?" He raised his left hand. It was still locked into a fist, due to the fact that the muscles that would be used to uncurl his hand had been obliterated.

Mike looked at the ruined hand, eyes wide. "Well, we had to replace some of your skeleton with metal bones… the Puppet can't recreate human bones properly…"

Vincent nodded, he had expected an answer like this. "Alright then." He drew a long knife from somewhere about his person. "What about this?" before Mike could react, he had flayed his forearm, revealing more metallic bone structure.

"As I said, we had to replace some of your skeleton…" Mike began again.

"Wait, I'm not done yet." Vincent seemed oblivious to the copious amount of blood running down his arm. Before Mike could say anything else, the pale man had sliced open the front of his chest, revealing ribs made of the same metal. "And this?"

"Vincent, please, stop cutting yourself open!" Mike was beginning to grow worried. Vincent was losing a lot of blood, and unless Mike missed his guess…

Vincent then fell over, flat on the ground. He had sliced himself open too far, and was bleeding out. He would be dead in…

"Puppet!" Mike called out.

"Hey Mike…" Vincent said hoarsely, he was still conscious. "Where are my-" He coughed up some blood. "-my answers…?"

The last thing Vincent heard was "Pop Goes the Weasel"

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