Hello everyone!

BlauOrange: Considering how the Drawkills appeared at the end of Salvaged, it's not as if they had any reason to talk. They were just there to do what Connor had ordered them. Nothing Remains is, however, the story where I'm going to expand on their role. Same goes for the animatronics at Freddy's.

Guest (2.3.): Dude, please get your facts right before you make assumptions. Scott himself had posted on Reddit a while ago that he is in no way, shape or form part of the FNaF Universe (unless you count FNaF World). He is NOT the game developer mentioned in Help Wanted (despite the similarities). He himself stated this in his post on Reddit. The game developer is some random dude who got fed information by Fazbear Entertainment to help them with the cover up.

SalvagedFan: That's great to hear! I also got my Springtrap plushsuit right on the FNaF 3 anniversary. Also, I wanted to ask you something; for some reason, your name isn't showing up in my Friend List on FNaF AR. I don't know if you changed it or if it's a glitch, but could you send me your Friend Code so I can see whether I can enter it? Thanks in advance.

Dinosaur: I just wanted to clear something up. While Sam is currently working after hours, she isn't the night guard. Her official title is Animatronic Technician. Also, what the Drawkills felt was Connor activating that black device that is similar to the one Sam and Springtrap had stolen from him.

Okay, so I consider this chapter as another breather chapter, something to prepare yourselves for what's coming next. Not to mention, it kind of feels that what's going on with the villains is more interesting than what's going on with the protagonists. In any case, I need to sort out the future events, but I'm certain that the wait will be worth it.

As for FNaF AR, it seems that we're getting Mangle instead of Plushtrap, which is pretty cool. Also, the new update has Daily Challenges, which will make the whole experience a lot more interesting.

As for the novels, Fetch is out and we got a cover and description for Bunny Call.

I hope you'll enjoy the new chapter!


Night 10

Like It Or Not

''Welcome to the show, and like it or not, it's time to play a game, let's play a game. We don't want you to go, cuz' like it or not, you'll never feel the same, let's play a game (let's play it…). One, two, three, four, five, you think you can survive? (Survive?) This is all a lie, cuz' your story ends tonight, and like it or not, you'll never feel the same. Don't run away, just come to play, no fun today, this is what I have to say. Don't run away, just come to play, this is what I have to say, you're stuck here everyday (everyday).''

Like It Or Not by Dawko & CG5

xXxXxXx

Sam tilted her head, staring at Freddy, Bonnie and Chica, who were still sharing the stage with Foxy, despite the fact that the Pirate Fox had his own little stage. Puppet was inside her box, being in a state of deep slumber, with the music box playing a haunting melody. None of them had moved at all or reacted in any way. This night wasn't really different from all the other nights during which she spent her time at Freddy's. The only change was that she was now wearing an uniform, having been hired as an animatronic technician at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. To be honest, she was still trying to get used to that feeling.

Sam glanced at Springtrap, who had been surprisingly silent. He too was staring at the animatronics, observing them and looking as if he was reminiscing about something. She already had an idea what that might be, but didn't question him. Both needed a little to recover from what happened and try to figure out how to use this situation to their advantage.

''When you really think about it, this is probably the best thing that could happen to us,'' Sam said, breaking the silence. Springtrap glanced at her, giving her a questioning look. ''Well, we both agreed that it's better for us to be here than for someone who hasn't any experience with Freddy Fazbear's Pizza and the animatronics. Not to mention the fact that we now have constant access to this place and the animatronics without having to fear that we might get caught. After all, I'm now supposed to be here and keep an eye on the animatronics.''

''Right,'' Springtrap said, glancing at the animatronics. ''Speaking of which, I wonder what exactly had happened to those technicians.''

''Well, we do know that they weren't murdered,'' Sam said. ''However, the animatronics did something that was creepy or disturbing enough to make them quit. Now, the question remains, what exactly have they done?''

''Who knows,'' Springtrap muttered, shrugging. ''While I am curious about it, I don't think it's that important. After all, they might repeat the same behavior while we're present.'' He frowned. ''On the other hand, it is interesting that they hadn't done anything so far. We've been here several times and I even took a closer look at the animatronics, but nothing had happened so far.''

''Something might happen eventually,'' Sam said. ''This is Freddy's, after all. Having something creepy occur is basically a requirement for this place.''

''While that's unfortunately true, creepy events have become a part of Freddy's at this point,'' Springtrap said. ''Although, the question still remains, what exactly caused them to behave like that. They are not malfunctioning and they're not haunted. Considering how they are brand new animatronics, it's clear that there isn't any remnant inside them either.''

''I guess that there's nothing left for us to do but to wait and observe,'' Sam said. Springtrap nodded, with Sam turning back to the animatronics. ''Now I know how Michael felt.''

''The only difference is that you aren't a night guard,'' Springtrap told her. Sam shook her head.

''I didn't meant him being at Freddy's, but rather having to deal with the animatronics at Circus Baby's. He had worked as a techncian there, hadn't he?'' she replied.

''Yeah, although that was because I told him to go there,'' Springtrap said. ''At least the animatronics won't get tortured with controlled shocks this time.''

''Only because I don't have a taser,'' Sam replied sarcastically. ''In any case, I know that I can lock myself in the office with the security cameras,'' she glanced at one of the cameras that were in the room, ''which are still turned off for some reason. Or, do they keep them on only during the day?''

''Well, it's not like anything interesting happens during the night,'' Springtrap said sarcastically, causing Sam to chuckle.

''Yeah, since we won't get anything done today, how about a game of random questions?'' Sam asked, with Springtrap giving her a confused look. ''Okay, so, what's worse – getting tazed or being influenced by that device Connor made?''

''Connor's device is much worse,'' Springtrap replied. ''Sure, getting tazed isn't pleasant, but that device Connor made messes with all of your senses. You're pretty much helpless while exposed to it.'' He then gave her a curious look, his eyes glowing in a faint purple. ''Anyways, my turn. How do you feel about being an employee at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza?''

''I had told you already that I'm fine with that,'' Sam said. ''I mean, my reaction only amounted to a simple What?, as well as me quickly accepting the offer. However, there's little difference between what I was doing before and after I was hired.'' She then gave him a knowing look. ''However, I'm fairly certain that it would've been much creepier if you were the one who had hired me instead of Anthelm.''

''Especially considering that I'd leave you alone with the animatronics knowing full well what they're capable off,'' Springtrap added in a dark tone. ''You know, it's quite interesting to imagine those What if? situations, but life doesn't always work out the way you had imagined it. Sometimes, it's for the better, and sometimes, it's for the worse.'' He glanced at Sam. ''Nevertheless, I'm glad it turned out like this, even if it's unexpected. I don't think I would've want this encounter to turn out different.''

He noticed Sam smiling, happy to see her like this. However, he felt a little heavy-hearted as he thought about Michael. He wanted to see his son again, to talk to him. He was still a bit afraid of the confrontation, but he was determined to go through with it.

xXx

Drawkill Freddy stared at Ricky Wolfrun, who just gave him a blank look before continuing walking around through the location. None of the Drawkill Animatronics were impressed by the normal animatronics that roamed through Ricky's. They considered Ricky, Max, Dahlia, Quentin and Virgil to be inferior, since the five were more or less regular animatronic performers during the day and essentially glorified security guards during the night. Not only that, but they had no reaction towards the Drawkills, who were clearly intruders, and aside from the occasional odd glance, they completely ignored them. Ironically, even Raven got more respect from the Drawkills and considering what they had done to him, it was clear that they would've treat the five mascots of Ricky's Wonder Shack even worse.

That is, if it weren't for Connor.

''Seriously, if I were Connor, I would've used those for scrap metal,'' Drawkill Bonnie said, looking at Dahlia as she walked past him. ''He might need a few new parts considering how he has a few screws loose.''

''Do you really think that the Boss would look great in a ballerina outfit? Not that he'd be able to fit into one,'' Drawkill Foxy commented, with him and Drawkill Bonnie exchanging glances and chuckling. Suddenly, they winced as they felt static flicker in front of their eyes. Once they recovered, they frowned, feeling irritated that Connor wasn't pleased with their jokes.

Meanwhile, Drawkill Chica and Drawkill Freddy approached Virgil, the owl animatronic that roamed between the arcades. They gave him a curious look, as if waiting for something to happen, but the owl animatronic didn't pay them any attention.

''So, Connor needs them too for his plans,'' Drawkill Chica muttered, glancing at Drawkill Freddy.

''Apparently, someone has to watch over this place since neither Connor nor we can do that without drawing any attention,'' Drawkill Freddy replied. ''He did say that he could still control them though, but we'd have to tweak their system a little bit.''

''Sounds boring,'' Drawkill Chica replied, completely unimpressed. ''While his plans for making Hurricane his hunting grounds are interesting, the execution feel too slow.''

''I know that patience isn't your virtue, but it's not like there's much that can be done,'' Drawkill Freddy told her. ''Like it or not, this is our job now and we need to get it done.''

''It's not really the thing I volunteered for,'' Drawkill Chica muttered, only for both of them to wince when they suddenly heard something fall over. They turned their attention towards Drawkill Foxy and Drawkill Bonnie, with Drawkill Bonnie holding Drawkill Foxy in a chokehold, with the latter trying to hit Drawkill Bonnie with his sickle. There was also a chair lying next to them, being the thing that had fallen over during the two Drawkills' struggle.

''Why do I have to deal with idiots?'' Drawkill Freddy asked, shaking his head, while Drawkill Chica was just glaring at the two. Drawkill Foxy and Drawkill Bonnie gave them sheepish looks, with Drawkill Bonnie letting Drawkill Foxy go.

''I'm disappointed, mate, that this is how you view us,'' Drawkill Foxy told Drawkill Freddy.

''You know, we may be idiots, but we're still your idiots,'' Drawkill Bonnie added. Drawkill Freddy simply facepalmed, being completely done with them.

''My only question is: why? Don't answer that!'' Drawkill Freddy snapped as Drawkill Bonnie was about to answer. He knew that he would regret even asking anything. Drawkill Bonnie just grinned, looking as if he was quite enjoying himself. Rest assured, the Drawkills knew that they could insult each other or argue with each other as much as they wanted, as none of them took it seriously. It was simply a way to vent their frustrations. Nevertheless, they knew what to do when things got serious.

''So, which one is our first victim?'' Drawkill Foxy asked, eyeing Quentin as he passed by.

''Calm down, we have time,'' Drawkill Freddy replied. ''For now, let's just make sure that no one will come inside and find us. That also means that you shouldn't knock everything over and cause any loud noise.''

''It's not as if it was on purpose,'' Drawkill Foxy replied, only to keep his mouth shut when Drawkill Freddy glared at him. Rest assured, he knew well that they needed to be more careful, as being reckless would land them into trouble. However, the kind of trouble they had caused was nothing in comparison to what Connor was up to.

xXx

Sam took a deep breath, sitting at the booth closest to the stage with the animatronics and staring at them, being bored out of her mind. It would still be a while until her shift had ended and considering that nothing had happened, it was the only thing that prevented her from leaving. She yawned, stretching her arms and got up, glancing towards the prize corner, where Springtrap was looking over the counter at the box.

''Is everything okay?'' she asked. Springtrap turned towards her.

''I just though I had heard something, but I guess it's just the music box,'' Springtrap said. He was quiet for a while, with Sam hearing the music box playing My Grandfather's Clock. After listening to it for a bit, she broke the silence.

''I guess you were just hearing things,'' she said. ''Although, considering how this is Freddy's, it is necessary to just make sure that nothing weird is going on.''

''I agree,'' Springtrap said, stepping away from the counter. ''However, considering that we're both used to strange things occurring, it isn't that surprising that we might start hearing or seeing stuff that isn't there.''

''Not to mention the hallucinations you have, mixed with memories,'' Sam added in a dark tone. Springtrap nodded, keeping quiet. Silence covered the room, only for them to suddenly hear a familiar voice.

''That is no reason to show you any sympathy.''

Surprisingly, Sam and Springtrap actually looked quite happy to hear that kid again. Even though they knew that the kid would annoy them to no end, they were glad that they had contact with another soul who had some kind of idea what might be going on at Freddy's this time.

''We haven't heard from you for quite a while,'' Springtrap said. ''So, what do you want to tell us this time?''

''You already know what I would want to tell you!'' the kid replied in an irritated tone.

''I am aware of that,'' Springtrap replied in a deadpan tone. ''However, even if there's something you'd want to tell Sam, I'd hear it regardless. You aren't exactly quiet.''

There was a strange silence, with Sam and Springtrap figuring that the kid realized that Springtrap was kind of right. Nevertheless, both knew that this would probably set the kid off, causing him to argue with them.

''So, what?'' the kid sneered. ''I'm allowed to say anything I want.''

''Nobody said that you couldn't do that,'' Springtrap replied in a deadpan tone, only to hear an annoyed groan.

''You don't understand!'' the kid yelled at him.

''Could you then please explain to me what I'm missing here?'' Springtrap asked. ''I would really like to know what's wrong.''

''You're the one who's wrong,'' the kid told him. ''You shouldn't be here!''

''As if I'm not aware of that,'' Springtrap said sarcastically. ''Not to mention, you're not the one to decide whether I should be here or not.''

''Well, I'm pretty sure that no one would want to have a murderer stay here,'' the kid replied.

''Okay, I understand that,'' Springtrap replied, frowning. ''However, if you're so sure that I'm going back to my old ways, then name one person that I have murdered recently.''

The kid kept quiet, with Sam giving Springtrap a confused look. She knew that the only person he had murdered was Connor and both agreed that he deserved that fate, even though they had no idea what had happened to him, the Drawkills or Raven afterwards. She figured that Springtrap expected the kid to mention Connor, but surprisingly, they remained quiet, despite the fact that the answer was obvious.

''You know well that the man I had murdered was someone who wanted to hurt the person I care about,'' Springtrap said in a calm tone, breaking the silence. ''You can call me a murder as much as you want, as I am one due to what I had done in the past. Not to mention, I had also murdered Connor, even though I had a good reason to do that. However, the issue here is that I had spent here so much time, but I had never harmed anyone else, anyone innocent. Is that what's bothering you?''

The kid remained silent, with Sam wondering if they were still there. Springtrap had certainly hit a nerve, as the kid couldn't accuse him of anything considering that, aside from the part with Connor, he hadn't done anything wrong in the past few weeks. Sam knew that the kid hated Springtrap even more because of that, as he wasn't acting the way he was supposed to. He wasn't anymore the murdered the kid had known and dealt with, or at least, he had shown the desire to change and improve as a person. The kid was still trapped in the past, unable to move on and accept that it was possible for people to turn over a new leaf. Sam understood that the kid felt frustrated about the situation, but it couldn't be helped.

''Say, you told us that you feel that something is wrong about the current animatronics,'' Sam said suddenly, deciding to change the topic.

''Yeah?''

''Could you please explain to us what you meant by that?'' Sam asked, hoping that the kid would at least give her an answer.

''I don't know,'' the kid said. ''They're strange.''

''What exactly do you mean by that?'' Springtrap asked.

''I don't know,'' the kid replied, this time sounding irritated. ''They just feel weird.''

''Have you seen them act weirdly?'' Sam asked. ''We were told that the technicians who worked here have witnessed something that made them quit.''

''No, I didn't!'' the kid told her, getting frustrated. ''I don't know what happened. They just feel weird to me.''

''What's your name?'' Springtrap asked.

''I don't know!'' the kid yelled at him, only to suddenly fall quiet. Springtrap sighed, his eyes glowing in a faint purple colour.

''I really hope that you hadn't forgotten your own name, as that would be a sign of you descending into madness…''

''I have't forgotten my name!'' the kid shouted at him in frustration. Springtrap remained calm, well aware that the kid was just annoyed, saying stuff without even realizing what the question was.

''Then, could you tell me what your name is?'' Springtrap asked.

''Figure it out on your own!'' the kid replied. ''You murdered me, but you haven't bothered to remember my name. Why should I even tell you anything?''

''I'm sorry,'' Springtrap replied in a regretful tone. ''I will try to remember.''

''I doubt that you ever will,'' the kid told him. ''You don't care about anyone but yourself.''

''You're wrong,'' Springtrap replied. ''While that may have been true in the past, it's different now. Like it or not, things have changed, and unless you are able to accept that, you won't be able to move on. As a matter of fact, you should've moved on a long time ago, just like the others.''

''Not while you're still around,'' the kid told him. Springtrap fell silent for a bit, lowering his head as he thought about something.

''If you figure out your name, would you be willing to finally leave me alone?'' he asked.

''We'll see,'' the kid replied, then added in a mocking tone, ''Good luck with that!''

''This should be interesting,'' Sam said as the kid left.

''It's just another issue I have to deal with, among other things,'' Springtrap told her. ''I knew that I'd have to talk to that kid at some point and convince them to finally leave, because they're long overdue concerning the fact that they should finally move on. I really hope that they will as this is getting ridiculous.''

''I agree. Hopefully things will get sorted out,'' Sam said. She noticed the crestfallen look on Springtrap's expression, adding in a worried tone, ''Will?''

''I really wish that I could tell you not to worry about me,'' Springtrap told her, glancing at Sam. ''However, we both are aware that this is probably just the calm before the storm and that something might happen sooner or later. It's clear from what happened yesterday is that there's no way to be prepared for whatever might come next.'' He then glanced at the stage, at the animatronics that were standing there, ready to perform for an invisible audience. ''It's this feeling of uncertainty that makes events and speculations like this so creepy. You're anticipating something, you know it's coming towards you, and you can only observe, completely helpless, as the monster nearing closer and closer. You're unable to escape and you're waiting for your demise. Then, for just a moment, they vanish, and you let out a sigh of relief. However, the game is already over and there's nothing that can save you.''

xXx

''Finally,'' Drawkill Freddy muttered as he rewired Ricky the way Connor had told them to do. The rest of the animatronics had also been dealt with and were all now connected to the device Connor had used before to control them. He looked around, only to see Drawkill Bonnie and Drawkill Foxy messing with Max, laughing about their own antics.

Basically, Drawkill Foxy was trying to imitate Max' stiff movements, while Drawkill Bonnie was standing behind Max, following him around. Drawkill Freddy turned to Drawkill Chica, who was sitting on the stage, observing what was going on with an impassive look on her expression. She and Drawkill Freddy exchanged glances, both shaking their heads at their companions' childishness.

''Is it really possible for them to act even more immature?'' Drawkill Chica asked.

''Isn't the answer obvious?'' Drawkill Freddy told her.

''Well, you told us that we had time, mate, as long as nobody discovers us,'' Drawkill Foxy replied, turning towards them.

''As if that would last long,'' Drawkill Bonnie said in a deadpan tone, drawing everyone's attention. ''You know Connor and you know what he is planning to do. Do you really think that he'll keep us living in the shadows?''

''That remains to be seen,'' Drawkill Freddy said. ''If anything, we won't be the ones who'd be walking around during the day. However, there's no doubt about who is going to clean up the mess afterwards.''

''Sounds like a case of wasted potential,'' Drawkill Chica said. ''He created us. He knows that we're capable of doing more than just manual labour.''

''It doesn't matter,'' Drawkill Freddy told her. ''After all, he's our creator, meaning he's the one to decide what will happen to us.''

Suddenly, all of them saw static, clutching their heads in agony. It was only brief and it had quickly passed, but once they recovered, they knew that it was Connor simply confirming what they already knew. None of them were happy about it.

''I hate this,'' Drawkill Freddy muttered, with the rest agreeing with him.

xXx

Connor muted the communication device he used to listen in on the conversations between the Drawkills. He figured that he had made his opinion on their conversation and behavior quite clear. Leaning with one hand against the wall, he was slowly walking towards the room where the Drawkills had left Raven. Even if Raven wasn't Bran, he probably made a better conversational partner than the Drawkills, if only for the information he might have.

The door creaked as he opened it, and he entered the room, finding Raven cuffed to a pipe by his hands, with a metal spike sticking out of his chest. The animatronic lifted his head, his eyes glowing as he glared at Connor.

This isn't Bran Crawford. This isn't the person I know. Connor frowned, giving Raven a cold look. The latter didn't say anything. ''Why are you so silent? I thought you'd curse me out or something like that.''

''I have many things to tell you, especially considering that you left me immobile and voiceless for so long,'' Raven replied. ''Not to mention the death of the man whose soul inhabited my body. He hated you for what you had done to him.''

''He's gone now, though,'' Connor said in a quiet tone. ''It doesn't matter anymore what he thinks.'' He took a step towards Raven. ''What matters now is what you know.''

''I have no idea what you're talking about,'' Raven replied.

''What I want to say is that I believe that you know more than you want to admit,'' Connor told him.

''I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I sincerely doubt that I have any information for you,'' Raven replied. ''I assume that you already know, but let me remind you that I was searching for you and not for them, as the Drawkills had implied.''

''I am aware of that,'' Connor replied. Raven felt uneasy as he saw the smile under the wolf mask. ''However, that doesn't mean that you are completely useless.''

''What do you want from me?'' Raven asked.

''I know that Afton and that girl had visited the Machinations Factory multiple times,'' Connor replied. ''That's why I want you to tell me exactly what you had overheard while they were there. I want you to tell me everything what they had done and said in detail.''

Raven snorted, looking at Connor as if he was some kind of idiot.

''Really?'' he said, noticing Connor's eyes glowing. ''There's nothing I can tell you about it either. As a matter of fact, all they were talking about were you and the Drawkills, and I believe that they had already voiced their opinion on that topic.''

''Is that so?'' Connor suddenly walked over to Raven, having picked up something resembling a remote from the table and ramming it into Raven.

The animatronic screeched, shaking as a bolt of electricity passed through his body. Connor stepped back, with Raven lowering his head, realizing that device was actually a taser. He knew that Connor would continue where he had left off, wanting to satisfy his sadistic desires.

''You should pray that the Drawkills are going to find Afton soon,'' Connor told him, with Raven looking up, his eyes glowing as he glared at Connor. ''Rest assured, things don't look good for you.''

''Screw you!'' Raven replied, but he still felt weak from the electric shock he had recieved. ''You are going to burn in Hell, Connor, mark my word.''

Connor smirked.

''We'll see,'' he replied, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Raven gasped, furious at Connor and at himself. He had already known that Connor was a complete monster, but this only reinforced his beliefs.

He needs to go down. I cannot let more people suffer because of him.

xXx

Springtrap leaned against the wall in the hallway, sighing. He and Sam had returned home, finding Emma awake and waiting for them. She obviously wanted to know how the shift went, which is why she was now in Sam's room, talking to her. Rest assured, there wasn't much to talk about, as nothing really happened. That is, unless you count the appearance of that kid, but Sam and Springtrap figured that they should keep that secret.

Speaking of the kid, Springtrap was aware that he might never find out what their name was. That didn't mean that he wouldn't try. He knew that the kid was furious that, on top of their death, their identity seemingly meant little to Springtrap. Who they were now was just as important as who they were before their death, especially considering that their soul had been part of an animatronic for so long.

Springtrap shook his head, going inside his room. He needed some time to think about it, to clear his head. Aside from dealing with what was going on at Freddy's with the animatronics and that kid, he was also anticipating Henry and his own family visiting him. Not to mention, there was also Connor, the Drawkills and Raven, as he and Sam still had no idea what had happened to them and they knew that they needed to investigate the remains of the Machinations Factory. However, considering that nothing had happened in the past week, they weren't completely sure whether they should even try to find out whether Connor had managed to escape the fire or not. Going by the local news, the police didn't seem to have found anything, but that meant nothing to Springtrap. If Connor was in the same state in which he had been, if he was indeed undead, he could've easily escaped the burning building with the help of the Drawkills. That would mean that he was still on the loose, probably planning his next move.

''What should I do?''

Neither he nor Sam could focus on all of these things at once and he certainly didn't want to put her under more stress as she had other things to worry about. Springtrap frowned.

On the other hand, knowing Sam, she'd just get annoyed at me for not involving her into whatever I'm dealing with now.

He turned around when he suddenly heard the door opening, noticing Emma peeking inside.

''Are you still awake, Afton?'' she asked, pausing for a moment. ''Well, that's a stupid question, considering how you're awake all the time.''

Springtrap rolled his eyes, giving her an annoyed look.

''What do you want Emma?'' he asked, with Emma entering the room and crossing her arms.

''I just wanted to hear from you what had happened tonight,'' she replied. ''I'm curious about what you think about all of this.''

''If you want to know, nothing had really happened,'' Springtrap told her. ''As for what I think about all of this, there's just too much to process.''

''Really?'' Emma gave him a curious look.

''I don't mean only Freddy's, I mean everything that had happened after I had returned from Hell to the world of living,'' Springtrap told her. ''I mean, have you ever had so many things on your mind that you simply got overwhelmed, having no idea what to do next?''

''Trust me, I know,'' Emma replied. ''Every time I leave you and Sam alone, I constantly think about whether the I'll return to my house getting burned down or not.'' A small smirk appeared on her lips as she saw Springtrap giving her an annoyed look. She was aware that he thought that she was just messing with him as usual. ''Okay, so what exactly worries you so much? I want to know because you've been acting weirder than usual lately. I know that it has something to do with your family reunion, but I had figured that there is a bit more to it than you're willing to admit.''

''You know that you're really starting to sound like Sam,'' Springtrap told her in a deadpan tone.

''I think it's the other way around,'' Emma replied. ''In any case, you should keep in mind that you will have to live with yourself regardless of what happens in the end. So, I'd be careful if I were you when it comes to making important decisions.''

''I know,'' Springtrap muttered, his eyes glowing in a faint purple as he glanced at Emma. ''I'm surprised you decided to offer me advice instead of mocking me or saying anything that would just stress me out.''

''Oh, don't worry, I'm saving the popcorn for the aftermath of whatever will happen next, like your little family reunion,'' Emma told him as she was about to exit the room. ''I'm sure that it'll be interesting and I certainly don't want to miss it.''

''Are you kidding me?!'' Springtrap groaned, with Emma just smiling mischievously and closing the door behind her. ''Emma!''

There was no response. Springtrap knew that she went back to her room, having already accomplished what she wanted. Springtrap felt irritated, but he was aware that he should've expected some kind of remark coming from her. However, as he thought about it, the anger and frustration he felt slowly lessened.

While he was still a little annoyed about Emma making a fool out of him, she did point him in the right direction. He would have to live with his decisions, regardless of what happens and he knew that overthinking things made the whole situation just look even worse.

However, I'm not really the kind of person who is trying to predict what would happen next and worries about things that hadn't even occurred. All of the consequences I had experienced came from decisions I had made based on what was going on at the time, and acting like a reckless idiot. Springtrap glanced at the window, noticing a faint reflection of himself, the glow in his eyes now much stronger. Nevertheless, I knew how make things work in the end. I am aware of what I'm going to be dealing with in the future, but until then, I should work on improving my current situation… as well as myself as a person.