All the phantoms fell into an endless pit of sadness, hatred and desperation from which they couldn't get out. As it had been long time ago, they were going from tragedy to tragedy. And each was worse. They knew something horrible would happen, but none of them could have ever been prepared to lose the only one who actually cared about them.

If Phantom Chica had a heart, it wouldn't have split in two; it would have split into millions of tiny pieces, knowing that Hiro would no longer be with her and the rest, and that the 'responsible' was Springtrap. As she thought about it, burning shame took over her. She had cruelly shouted at Springtrap as if he had done it on purpose, when it wasn't his fault. Drago once again was the one to be blamed, but the phantoms would need time to realize that. Lots of time.

Phantom Chica was kneeling next to Hiro, her eyes closed shut tight, her hands curled into shaking fists, her teeth gritted. Dustin's eyes were watering, but he tried not to let the tears fall. White Fang closed her eyes with a broken sob, still holding the unconscious JJ on her arms. When Phantom BB saw her, he let out a brief gasp. For a moment, he hesitated before going with her. He didn't want to turn his attention away from Hiro no matter what. Realizing it, White Fang gently left JJ on the ground, against the wall, so Phantom BB could have her at his side.

Knowing that it wouldn't do anything at all, but out of worry, Phantom BB tried to grab JJ's limp hand.

And he actually could grab it.

His eyes widened in surprise, as did White Fang's. Suddenly, it came to the animatronic boy's head: Phantom Chica said they could be getting closer to reality. It had turned from speculation to fact. Phantom BB remembered how Phantom Toy Bonnie kicked the nail and threw it away, and, something that only he seemed to notice, when Phantom Daisuke slashed the wall and left claw marks on it while he was fighting against Springtrap. It was like the phantoms were becoming normal animatronics again. Phantom BB was sure of it.

JJ slowly opened her eyes, moaning dizzily. "W-what… What happened…?" she managed to ask with a low, tired voice. She slightly sat up a little, and noticed then that Phantom BB was holding her hand with a joyful expression. The grief of losing Hiro, however, couldn't be hidden. JJ didn't even notice that hint of sorrow on Phantom BB's face, and immediately threw him an affectionate hug, closing her eyes tightly.

Phantom BB returned it, but that happiness he felt for being able to hug JJ again wasn't strong enough to repair the overwhelming sadness he and the other phantoms felt. Nothing could at all. JJ couldn't even speak, but the joy was soon replaced by a broken expression when she opened her eyes and glanced over Hiro, and all the phantoms surrounding him.

"H-H-Hiro…?" she stammered, unable to believe her eyes. Phantom Chica turned her head to look at her, slowly shook it, and lowered it again as she closed her eyes. Phantom BB let go of the hug, as did JJ while her arms trembled and fell limply to her sides.

She ran next to Phantom Chica. Her smile wasn't a smile anymore, for the first time ever since she was built. "Hiro…"she soughed desperately. "No- no please… No…"

The toys and Bonnie couldn't speak a word. Thinking that they had been with Hiro only a few minutes before it happened… It was horrible. Everything was horrible. And it wouldn't stop there.

"This is all my fault…" Luke's frightened, cracking voice muttered. He returned Golden Freddy the control, making his irises stop glowing. To make things worse, Luke would unfairly charge with the responsibility of what happened. It was true that he was the one who tried to talk some sense into Drago, even knowing that he couldn't be reasoned with, but neither he nor the rest of the kids deserved to go through any more pain. The thought they would keep for being responsible of Hiro's death wasn't deserved.

"Oh, Luke…" Golden Freddy mused, knowing how guilty he was going to feel.

As the heart-breaking scene happened, Springtrap was at the opposite side of the building. He didn't fully know what happened. He didn't know why Phantom Chica lashed out at him like that. All he knew was that he had done something horrible, and was sure he wouldn't return with the phantoms anytime soon.

Exactly.

He was sure.

That was until Drago showed up again.

Dustin couldn't hold one single tear that gloomily slid down his pale face. Phantom Chica didn't move on the slightest. Bonnie felt like he was going to faint.

Hope was vanishing. Glee was disappearing. Dreams were nonexistent. All the animatronics were psychologically destroyed.

But disgrace didn't end yet. And it was far away from so.

"Oh, look. What a beautiful gang of crybabies."

With a grunt, Phantom Chica looked up. The rest followed her action, hatred on their eyes. The possessed Springtrap stood at the entrance of the hall, shrouded by haunting darkness. Phantom Chica's breaths became furious gasps as she looked at that taunting purple glow on his eyes.

"So sad, isn't it?" Drago continued his never-ending scoff.