The Last Living
Disclaimer: Except for Esme, I own none of these characters. All characters except Esme belong to Scott Cawthon. The text in bold and italics is a mix of confirmed lore and fiction.
It was night five of Sister Location. That was when the two technicians were murdered. One, Harrison, was found hanging in Ballora Gallery. He was an old hand in the job. The company described the loss as 'tragic'. The other, Jasper, was found hanging in Funtime auditorium. His family came from Brooklyn, and he had just started at this job a few months ago. The company described this loss as 'painful'. Eventually, the technicians were forgotten as time went by. Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rentals closed down not long after the last night guard, Michael Afton, finished his shifts. This was due to the animatronics not being able to be restored after being scooped. But not everybody forgot about the technicians. Not many people knew, but Jasper had adopted an orphaned little girl who had been his daughter for ten years before his tragic death. Her name was Esme. Years later, angered, devastated and looking for revenge, Esme returned to Sister Location, now a run-down building. Years of dust had gathered, but she was not deterred in any way. Esme was determined to find the cause, the real cause, of her father's death. However, the empty shells of the old, scooped animatronics were gone… Meanwhile, Scrap Baby, Scraptrap and Molten Freddy climbed out of the fire, looking more… scrapped… than ever before. Limping, hiding and in terrible condition, they returned to the only place they knew nobody would ever find them-Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rentals. That was when they discovered that a new victim had come, just for them. But how will they each react to this new 'easy prey'? And was this new victim that easy to kill after all?
"Funtime Auditorium." Esme read off the dusty, crooked sign. Good. That was where her father was found. And that was where she was going to start. Confidently, Esme walked into the dark and forbidding room. Dust rose to choke her, and shadows seemed to move around her menacingly. It seemed everything was against this young girl of sixteen. A loud creak rose, the sound of something extremely heavy. Esme's head snapped around, her eyes sweeping the room for even a trace of wires, or the tiniest sound of an animatronic's groan. Finding nothing, Esme turned back to examining Funtime Foxy's stage.
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Meanwhile, Scraptrap was holding Scrap Baby still. At about 265 kilograms (585 lbs), any movement from her could be fatal. Molten Freddy peered around the corner, then gestured a wonky 'okay' sign to Scraptrap, informing him that Esme was not paying any more attention. In hushed voices, they began discussing what to do. Each animatronic had a different view of the situation. Scrap baby, moved when Henry Emily had called her 'Elizabeth', was starting to become doubtful about whether the death, destruction and tears she had caused was truly right. Scraptrap, or William Afton, was still the same. He had been driven to insanity long ago. There was no way to bring him back. Molten Freddy, a combination of the other Funtimes, consequently had mixed thoughts within itself. Ballora was soft, upon realising that Circus Baby (Scrap Baby) was her daughter. She didn't want to kill Esme, who had much the same personality as young Elizabeth once had; curious and stubborn. Funtime Foxy, who was possessed also by a past mother, took on the same point of view as Ballora. However, she was much too scared of Funtime Freddy to say it. Funtime Foxy and Funtime Freddy were supposed to perform on the Funtime Auditorium stage together once, however, Funtime Foxy began malfunctioning every time she was put close to Funtime Freddy. Similarly, fear was the reason. Funtime Freddy, as well as Bon Bon, was dying to kill. If his endoskeleton were still intact, the thirst for blood to be spilled once more on the floors of Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rental once more would be evident in his eyes.
Reassured that everything was safe, Scraptrap returned to silently gazing at Esme's movements. This girl is good. He thought, If she was alive when I had originally murdered Gabriel, Jeremy, Susie, Fritz, Cassidy and Charlie, I would have been caught before I had murdered more. Not that I wanted to be caught, of course.
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Esme used a small brush to sweep some miniscule bits of dried blood off of Funtime Foxy's stage. The blood may be old, but there was still hope that DNA could be extracted from it. Furthermore, Esme knew that the Funtimes all had a special type of paint coating, which leaves behind flakes when exposed to liquid. That means that if an animatronic was responsible for Harrison and Jasper's death, their blood should be abundant with flakes of paint. Suddenly, Esme's ears picked up on a clear sound: a loud creak. I'm not alone. Esme realised. But making a move now would only put her in further danger, letting her stalker know that Esme was aware of them.
Carefully, she moved onto Funtime Foxy's stage, giving herself a wide view of the entire room, while not allowing anyone to sneak up on her (as the back of the stage is directly connected to the wall). She scanned the room, maintaining a look of indifference and ease so as not to attract unwanted attention. Swiftly, Esme's sharp eyes spotted a wire that was poking out from Molten Freddy's body. She took one look at the wire and began browsing through her memory to find who that wire belonged to. Esme had had an uncanny talent for remembering details ever since she was four, and she used that skill to her advantage just before she set out to find her father's murderer. She studied the designs of every single animatronic that had even the slightest chance of still being out there, and had memorized all the details. Because of this ability, Esme quickly identified the wire as Molten Freddy's.
What she didn't know, however, was that Scraptrap and Scrap Baby were with Molten Freddy. Scraptrap, possessed by William Afton, had years of experience with analysing people's behaviour. After all, there was no point in attacking someone when they were on high alert. Silently chuckling, Scraptrap saw right through Esme's cover of inattentiveness. He made a motion to Molten Freddy and Scrap Baby to stay where they were, then crawled, without a noise, into a vent that led dirently to the stage. This little girl may think she's so smart, but I am smarter, grinned Scraptrap.