Hello everyone. I hope that everyone is staying safe during these uncertain times. I'm sorry that this chapter was late. You already know the reasons why (which I state repeatedly in the previous chapters). I'll see if there is a way in which I can organize some kind of schedule for updates. I'll let you guys know on my profile page and in another author note for the next chapter (whenever it comes out). Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Thank you guys for your support and I hope you have a fantastic day.

Disclaimer: I do not own Five Nights at Freddy's. I only own my story plot and my OCs: Steve and Chris.


There were many moments in my life in which I felt my heart cracked after I learn the truth about something. Like the time I found out Santa Claus wasn't real or that the Tooth Fairy never existed. It seems childish when you look back to it when you're older. When you get the news as a child though, learning this groundbreaking truth was like having your entire world turned upside down.

This was a lot worse though. My world was not only turned upside down, it was set on fire and then thrown into a black hole. I thought I could hear and feel my heart cracking. The sound of broken glass echoes in my ears. All I could do was look at Michael as the words repeat themselves in my brain.

You can't save them.

...You can't save them...

This...This isn't what I wanted to hear. Those were words I would expect someone savage and cruel like William Afton to say in my face. Not in a million years did I think Michael out of all people would tell me this.

"I-I don't understand. Why can't I save them?" I ask.

Is this probably why people say don't meet your heroes in person? That you'll feel this massive sense of pain and disappointment? Now I can understand the feeling. It hurts. It hurts bad.

Then again, I should have expected this, right? After all, Michael never really tried to save the Sister Location animatronics in the game. Sure, he went down to go save Elizabeth...that's it though. After all, the animatronics weren't really his concern, just his sister.

...Maybe I was just projecting my own feelings onto Michael... I wanted Michael to care about the animatronics but I never knew what Michael actually felt about the animatronics. Maybe they were just robots to him. Or monsters. Maybe Michael hated the animatronics because they just reminded him too much of his father William Afton. The Funtime animatronics were made by William Afton after all: Circus Baby, Ballora, Funtime Freddy and Funtime Foxy. So I guess it would make sense that Michael might hate the Funtime animatronics. I have no doubt that William Afton probably made the other animatronics like Lolbit down there as well.

I'm still a bit skeptical about Ennard though. After all, in the original game of Five Nights at Freddy's Sister Location, Ennard was made up of Ballora, Funtime Freddy, Funtime Foxy and Circus Baby. All four of them combined themselves into one body in order to wear Michael Afton's skin. This, however, is much different. Ennard is his own separate being. Maybe Ennard was some sort of secret project William Afton tried to make but abandoned?

I'm not sure. Right now isn't the time to dwell on Ennard's origin though. The bigger mystery right now is why Michael is telling me I can't save the animatronics.

"It's complicated." Michael sighs.

Complicated? What do you mean by complicated?

"I don't understand. Please tell me. Why is it complicated?" I ask.

Michael looks away. His eyes take an interest in the ceiling above. I look up to see the stains that were scattered around. Some areas even had some water falling from the ceiling, drop by drop.

"Why is it complicated?" I ask again.

Michael looks back at me. The T.V. begins to run another episode, with another drama episode between Vlad and Clara, but Michael pays no heed. He look at me directly like a strict school teacher.

"There are many things wrong with your plan. It's too simple. You haven't accounted for so many things... You're not going to like what I am about to say." Michael said.

"Just tell me." I said.

"Okay. Take a seat." Michael said.

I plop myself back down on the couch. The couch loudly protests in a high pitch squeak, causing me to flinch. Michael seemed to barely acknowledge the sound because he didn't break off his eye contact.

"Let's first talk about your plan."

Alright let's go for it. What is wrong with the plan?

"First of all, your plan requires you to befriend all the animatronics down there so that you can rescue them without having them in turn resort to their own plan of scooping you." Michael said."While that seems like a nice idea...don't you think it's rather...idealistic?"

"Idealistic?" I ask.

"Yeah. Here's the thing." Michael rubs his hands. "If the animatronics are alive as you say, then they probably aren't exactly going to toss out their idea of scooping you. This sounds like some kind of plan they thought out for a while, especially given that you told me they suffered a lot underground."

Well, that may be true for some animatronics. The only animatronic right now who fits that description: Ennard. That doesn't mean though the other animatronics can't change their mind. That's why I'm working on improving my friendship with these animatronics.

"Plus, they can easily turn the idea of friendship against you." Michael continues, "Like they could try and guilt you into going with the plan. You know like say, 'Oh. I thought you were our friend' or 'If you truly are our friend, you will let us scoop you.'

Guilt trip me? I don't think that they are going to do that. I mean, they already know I am trying to help them.

"I'm pretty sure though that the animatronics won't do that though." I said.

"Pretty sure?" Michael leans close to my face. His tone had changed immediately. It was dark and bitter. The venom obvious in his voice. "What makes them any different from humans?"

Of course they are different! Humans lie and can do things for their own benefit! They can do evil things to you if it brings them an advantage or pleasure. The animatronics are different. They have suffered underground and they need a friend. The Sister Location animatronics and I would be best friends. We would look out for one another and have a close relationship!

Michael looks at me as though he can tell what I am thinking exactly.

"Steve. The animatronics have the same capacity to do as much harm as humans do, if not more." Michael said.

"But, the animatronics wouldn't do that. We would look out for each other and be great friends." I said.

"Do you really think that after you free them from the underground, they will still be your friend?"

…...What?

"When they are done with you, they are going to do either two things: abandon you or kill you."

No.

"Steve." Michael said.

Stop.

"Steve." His tone hardens.

Please.

"You need."

Stop.

"To WAKE UP." Michael finishes.

….It...It can't be true...

"This is the reality Steve. These animatronics would dump you as soon as you free them from the underground." Michael said.

I...I don't want to listen to this anymore.

The animatronics are different. They wouldn't betray me. I mean, I know Ennard probably would. Not the other animatronics.

I have this sick feeling rising in my gut. I just want to cover my ears and act as though I never heard this. Baby and the other good animatronics would never betray me. They wouldn't just toss me out as soon as I free them from the underground.

Right?

Michael sighs.

I'm not sure why he did and I don't really care right now. I can't shake off this stinging feeling. It hurts. It hurts a lot.

"Now, the second part of your plan: Freeing them from the underground." Michael begins.

Please be quiet Michael. I don't want to hear anymore of this. I can't take anymore of this.

"Let's assume that somehow you managed to befriend all of the animatronics, somehow became good friends and they somehow toss out their idea of scooping you and follow you outside." Michael said. "Where would they go?"

Where would they go? Well, originally I thought that your home would be the place where the can live. I thought when I got sucked in the game that I would take your spot and your home with it.

...Now though? I'm not sure...Asking Michael if he could keep the animatronics at his home would be a horrible. It's best to keep quiet about that.

"...I don't know..."

"Steve. You need to think things through before you decide on doing anything." Michael sighs. "I'm kind of surprised how you didn't get yourself killed yet."

Ouch. That hurts. It was bad enough I get these kind of remarks from Ballora about how stupid I can be. I don't need to hear them from you too Michael.

"After all, you can't lead the blind if you yourself are blind." Michael shrugs. "So, you're better off just...leaving these animatronics underground. It's not what you want to hear, but its for the best. That's all."

Blind? You just called me blind?

...Blind, huh? I was blind alright. I was blind to how I thought you were some kind of good guy. I was blind in thinking that you were going to somehow help me out or be the great hero I thought you were. Thanks for opening my eyes and showing me who you really are.

I hate you Michael Afton. I really do hate you. In fact, I don't think I would care that much if Ennard went ahead right now and scooped you like in the game. I'm going to find a way to get the animatronics out from the underground and I will find them a new place for them to stay. Without your help.