Dollface sniffed, lower abdomen hurting like hell as flies buzzed around her.

Y'know, ya can't just leave him in there.

Ew, it stinks. It was wet where she'd been in this vent as well, giving rise to a feeling of increased unease.

"He's gonna die anyway."

She continued to crawl like Grampa had taught her around the vents, trying to process what just happened. She refused to acknowledge Michael's quiet voice.

Slowly. Ya shoulda just mercied him right there.

"Someone else will find him once we get outta here." Dollface said, trying to forget about the rotting, decomposing but still very alive remains of Mike.

Ya can't run forever, Dollie-Gurl.

"Well, I can try." Dollface said, stopping so that she could catch her breath away from the rot. Her stomach hurt so badly now. She didn't want to think about Mike's purple, rotting flesh or cascading worms.

Not right now, not when there was a chance.

Wait…

Dollface lifted her head, sensing what Michael had felt.

The building seemingly died around her, much to their shared dismay.

The electrical components like the vent fans and buzzing monitors whirred down, the sounds of repetitive mechanical breathing stopped, leaving behind nothing, but a gut-wrenching silence. She began to speed up, terror taking over and preventing her from properly thinking through her actions, claustrophobic when she tried to move without wincing and crying out in pain. Dollface didn't have a direction anymore, no destination.

Just run.

Just get out.

Just save them.

Dollface tramped through the vents on her elbows, then began to emerge head first through the opening into the arcade area.

She had to find her friends and get out of this nightmare.

Before she could fully slide out past her blood smeared belly, yellow paws ripped her out and lifted high in the air.

The bear!
She couldn't break her arms free, as this time, he'd bound his hands over her skinny limbs. Dollface screamed louder, kicking.

The bear wailed like a banshee made of angry gears and electronic soundbites smashed and drawn out in an almost human cry of rage. It was like he was telling Dollface to shut the hell up with a sonic blast of rotten fluids as his mouth encrusted with blood flapped open.

Dollface whimpered, trying not to cry.

This couldn't be it!

It couldn't have been, not yet.

Dollface hadn't even put up a good fight!

She felt something hot and sticky drip down her already wet and warm thigh. She hadn't bothered to check what this funny sensation was, mind too busy from Mike's rotting body and finding her friends.

She squeaked out in pain as her lower back spasmed and her already soaked body pressed against the shedding yellow fur of the bear.

Dollface opened her eyes, realizing that nothing was happening yet.

Empty eyes stared into her soul.

It was daring her.

"Tell me why you think you're worthy to live." those piercing silver dots seemed to say as they burned into her brain.

The lower jaw opened and closed, crunchy red-brown soaked in and dried down the front of its detachable belly.

Dollface bit back more tears, so confused and scared, smelling the rotten blood that smelled like the weird liquid she'd crawled through. She could hear the electronics whirring in the bear's gold body.

She gulped and swallowed air, no longer affected by smells of electric celery and greasy death.

Growing impatient, the bear smacked her aching back into the wall behind her tiny frame with a groan.

A hot blast of what smelled like sewer air condensed on her face, making her eyes clamp shut as she gagged.

"Th-thank you…" Dollface squeaked, a tear letting out along with a half-forgotten melody from a musician yet to happen. "I'll say goodbye soon…"

She swallowed, throat dry from sheer terror. "Though it's the end of th'world…"

It seemed to have grabbed the bear's attention, and he loosened his grip from the wall, allowing her some breathing room.

Nearly sobbing, she squeaked out; "Don't blame yerself."

"Now…" A few more lines, and maybe he'd put her down and back away. "And if it's true, I will surround you…"

Dollface opened one eye, then squeaked as her lower stomach cramped. This upset the bear, and he forced her back into the wall.

"An'give life to a world," She let out, barely able to breathe between fright, pain and the wall. "That's our own."

Ow, everything hurts, especially her upper chest as she was forced against the wall by a several hundred pound robot. It seemed like the eight-foot bear wanted to eat her if she failed to amuse.

She couldn't remember the words, so Michael began feeding her new lines from a different song they remembered.

"I am just a freak."

"I am just a freak."

"I am just a freak."

"My head is..." She could feel breathing that the bear shouldn't have on her neck, hot and humid, reeking of servos and rotten blood. "...Filled with parasites."

She carefully opened her eyes, watching the pools of hateful wine turn bittersweet, like he was remembering something. "Black holes cover up m-my eyes..."

Dollface tried to remember how to breathe as he pulled farther away from the wall, her arms still pinned at her sides. "I dream of you..."

Dollface was fighting off tears as she followed the trail of blood down her assailant's mouth. It looked like he'd bitten into a really juicy tomato. "Almost every night."

The bear pulled away from the wall further, like he'd changed his mind about something.

"H-hopefully I won't wake up this time."

He looked sad, if murderous robots could even look sad. Dollface didn't trust it for one minute. He'd just tried to crush her ribs in, or maybe even worse. And he even had complete power over her life and death, why should she trust the gilded bear?

"I won't wake up this time..."

She felt him lurch and turn around and take her into the party room with the empty stage. Dollface quit singing, realizing there was no getting out and that she was placing emotions where none were.

"I-I won't wake u-up thi-this this time." She sucked down a sob that rattled her ribs.

He growled a growl similar to the scream of rage he'd made earlier along with a body rattling shake, and Dollface was forced to continue, barely able to even breathe between sobs. "I won't wake up this time."

He kept tottering and she winced at a particularly violent jouncing step as he walked through party room one and into the spare.

"Do, do, do do do, do, do…" He set her on a sheeted table. "I won't wake up this time..."

"That's it." Dollface quivered, knees practically giving out from under her as she stood on the table. "That's all there is now."

The bear looked at her and growled with rising static.

She could barely see anything but the bear and his fluorescent yellow fur that had shed all over her white costume

"Please, just let me go." Dollface begged with a high-pitched, quivering voice. The bear finally released its paws that dug into her skin, leaving red marks that soon turned purple and blue in her frail arms. "There's nothing left."

The bear looked at her, then stepped back, away from his lean, holding his head.

He fumbled with his paws for a few seconds, letting a small girl's giggles and a distant music box far, far away from the room passed between them as Dollface quivered on the table top.

Snap!

Dollface jumped at the sharp sound of a spring lock releasing.

Then another.

And another.

And another

She watched in horror as the golden bear pulled his head off and ripped out the skull's titanium and wood guts and let them fall to the linoleum with a CLANG!

He handed his blood-encrusted head to her like he was handing her a toy or prized possession.

"Um…"

She took it, hands shaking and squeeming from the feeling of the oxidized and hardened fluids. It would be rude, and once again, Dollface had discovered that an enemy was a friend you haven't met yet. She'd started to lose hope when the friends she'd made with the other animatronic characters turned out to be enemies.

And before Dollface could ask what to do with the head, he was gone.