Author's note:
Sorry for the slight delay. Here's the latest chapter. Prepare to have feels and see if you can spot the Fazbear Fright Easter egg.
Henry sits on a bench in an empty church. The funeral committal is over. Everyone has left, even his own sister. But he's still here, eyes staying locked on Charlotte's coffin, a part of him morbidly hoping and praying she'll pop out of that box somehow and everything will just be a cruel joke.
The sound of footsteps echo behind him.
"William? Is that you?" Henry asks with uncharacteristic spite without looking behind him, "You're late for the funeral."
"But I made it didn't I?" The handsome man folds his purple umbrella as he sits next to him.
There's a large gap of silence between the two men, "Are you mad at me?"
"Of course I am. My daughter died and you were the one that found her dead." Henry was uncharacteristically furious, "I would presume you'd show up at least to give a speech but you didn't!"
William bites his lip,"Sorry Henry… I was held back by some last minute work at Afton Robotics. It's hard managing two companies at once you know?"
"It's fine…" Henry turns his head to face William's and gives him a slight smile, "You turned up at least, even if very late, and I'm glad for that".
Another long pause of silence occurs as Henry's gaze becomes fixated on Charlotte's coffin again. William places an arm around Henry's shoulder.
"How long have you been here?"
Henry looks at his watch with an empty gaze, "An hour after everyone left".
"Wow." William whistles nervously and stands up, "Listen, I don't think staying here is good for you. Let's hit the bar and get some drinks to forget this!"
William then grabs Henry's hand, trying to pull it along, "C'mon. Let's get out of this depressing funeral and party!"
"But I don't want to party." Henry gently shakes off William's hand, "I want to grieve".
His best friend's eyes are once again endlessly drawn to the sight of Charlotte's coffin.
William huffs, seeing that Henry really is unwilling to leave and decides to sit down again, pulling his best friend in for a hug. Henry welcomes the much needed embrace.
"If you're too upset to work, I can give you a day off tomorrow… if that's what you want?" William suggests to him.
"No thanks." Henry refutes the offer, "I think I need work to push away my grief. You know how I don't like to be left alone with my own thoughts".
William smiles happily, "Sure. I respect whatever choice you make."
Admiring William's compassion, Henry breaks down, crying fat tears into his childhood friend's expensive black suit. William is disgusted but then again, he could always tell Violet to clean it later.
"I love you William. You're such a good friend to me. I don't know what I'd do without you".
"Yeah. I love you too." William reassures Henry with a smile and strokes his hair comfortingly.
Charlotte's body lies alone in the casket, her spirit far from her cold, preserved body…
—
Location: Party Area near the Main Stage
Time: 5:45am
"There you are!"
Gregory picks up and tightly hugs the lone Freddy Fazbear plushie lying on the floor beneath a table. The boy was thankful that his favourite toy was still at the same place he'd left it at.
"Sorry I took so long to come back. I've been…on an adventure."
The bear stares at him with unblinking, cold eyes.
"Don't be mad," Gregory pouts, "I didn't mean to abandon you. I was going to come back. I really was. I missed you and I'll tell you everything that happened tonight".
Gregory knew he wasn't a child mentally anymore and that the bear in his hands couldn't talk to or hear him but still, he wanted to keep believing he was one and so, he continued to cling to the fantasy that the Bear in his hands was alive.
They walk down the corridor. Gregory stays near to the sides while being alert, attempting to avoid the gaze of any potential cameras.
"So after I left you," the boy talks softly, "I started having these awful flashbacks after I learned I was like this…reincarnation of a serial killer that was terrible to a lot of people and then, I met a big version of you and he was a kind bear but he was also haunted by two ghosts that knew who the killer was. One was kind but the other wanted me dead. He tried to kill me throughout the night, you know?"
The bear in his hands listens silently.
"Yeah. My adventure sucked but … that's ok because we are going to forget about it now".
Gregory smiles sadly as he looks at the watch, "It will be 6am really soon and once the gates open, we'll go on another adventure: Just you and me this time. We won't have to worry about the past or future. We are just going to survive out there all by ourselves…eating garbage…being …mistreated…"
The boy becomes more depressed but slaps himself lightly before he can think more of these thoughts, "No what am I saying. Everything will be fine. Everything will be fine".
As he says that last word, they pass by a small gift shop with no door barricading it's entrance and Gregory's eyes are instantly drawn to a flashy, Roxy-themed purple coat that rested on a display mannequin behind the store's glass. He nabs it before any passing security bots inside can see him, putting it on his shoulders and examining his reflection in a nearby full-length mirror to see if it fits him. It's slightly oversized of course but it would have to do.
"You think this will be good enough to keep us warm?"
There's no response from the bear but Gregory decides to continue his pretend conversation with it anyways.
"Yeah I know, the purple is a bit tacky but what to do…" Gregory laughed sadly as he looked back into the mirror. Then, out of hesitant curiosity, he pulls up a portion of his shirt to examine the injuries left on him by Micheal. On the surface, his torso still looked surprisingly normal. There were no bruises and he couldn't feel if there was any internal damage when he poked where had been kicked earlier.
Being kicked by metal legs should have badly injured him, made his body suffer agonising pains. Hell, he shouldn't even have had the strength to run all the way here and collect his Freddy plushie but somehow, he did.
It made Gregory wonder if his body, and by extension Fazgoo, was genetically engineered to have some beneficial quirks: Be it a superhuman healing factor or higher resistance to damage.
After all, he had seen earlier that Fazgoo clones were meant to remain with their owner for a long time and therefore, it wasn't a stretch to assume that anything made by the substance would not only be very long lasting but very durable as well.
'Ah why am I thinking about this?' Gregory shakes his head, 'This isn't important. What matters now is getting to the exit without getting caught'.
—
Fake William looks around the digital world for where the boy is. He's scanning through every camera at once but nothing appears and it frustrates him.
"Dammit." The Gold Rabbit kicks the empty air around him, "We were so close".
"Mr Afton?" Vanny calls him.
Fake William goes towards Vanny's phone, "Yes? Did you find him?"
"No. I'm just wondering…Is it true what you told the boy? That you aren't the true William?"
"Yes Vanny. I lied about my identity to you and them." The Fake William confesses, "Are you angry with me?"
"No. I'm still loyal to you and it wasn't like you were lying completely. You are still… kind of William Afton".
The Gold Rabbit icon on her phone nods, "Thank you Vanny and if it's possible, tell nobody else about this".
Vanny nods in agreement.
"Good." Fake William grins wide, "This is why I like you out of everyone else I've brainwashed. Anyway, keep searching for the boy and I will as well".
Vanny anxiously speaks, "Hang on, may I ask you something?"
"Sure Vanny. What is it?"
"I…think you should give up trying to merge with Gregory and perhaps find a new Vessel. There are a lot of people for you to choose from and — "
"No! I will inhabit no other body than my own!" Fake William loudly declared with a crackling electric edge to his voice, "I didn't spend months creating that body just to let him go!"
Vanny cowers, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you".
The Gold Rabbit's expression relaxes into a smile as he somehow instantly calms down from his emotional outburst.
"None taken but Vanny, don't tell me, are you becoming fond of my clone?" William teases her playfully.
"I am but it's more because he's…you." Vanny rationalises.
"That's very good but remember, he's just a body for me to inhabit. Nothing more." William reminds her, "I'm going to keep searching. If I don't hear from you in 10 minutes, I'll call you back. Also, some advice, locate my Vessel in places where the security cameras don't reach."
After leaving her with that advice, he ends the line and sighs. Alone among the electric currents, he wonders how this night all went so wrong.
"I'll tell you where." A mysterious voice with a thick but smooth British accent responds to his thoughts, "It went wrong because you were a dumbarse that added too much Remnant into the Fazgoo and toyed with unknown variables without precaution".
All of a sudden, Fake William feels something overcome him. He can't describe what it was exactly but it was akin to a heavy Presence that surrounded him like a fog. Fake William turned around but…no one was there.
"Hello? Who's there?"
"You may consider me an ally. The Vessel you're looking for? I know where he is".
"Ah!" The Fake William feels a sharp pain in his head as he sees an image of a glass panel facing a carpark outside and then, a full view of the Pizzaplex's entrance.
"He's here. You'll find him behind one of the large potted plants. You won't be able to see or speak to him from the closest camera but you should at least be able to hear him from its audio recording function".
"Wait, how do you know this? Who are you?"
He feels the heavy presence disappiate. There's no response.
"Who are you?" Fake William asks again.
Only silence answers him back. Biting his lip, he contacts the remaining animatronics under his control.
"Are any of you close to the Pizzaplex entrance?"
"Ooh I am." The huge animatronic Gator, Monty, speaks up.
"Good. Go find the boy there. He's hiding behind one of the potted plants." Fake William then simultaneously contacts the Attendant, "As for you, go help Vanny collect my transfer device and bring it to the stage area. And whatever you do, please handle it with care".
Ending the call, he once again sits alone in silence, wondering who this mysterious new benefactor was…
—
Location: Party Area near the Main Stage
Time: 5:54am
"You know, even if you don't have a voice or a soul. You're my only real friend." the boy whispers to the bear plushie as he strokes his soft head with his hands, "Almost nobody else has loved or accepted me the way you do".
Gregory is seated behind a potted plant near the gates. It's out of view from the cameras and any security bots passing by (or at least he hoped). Just beyond, was the outside world that he would soon escape to. Only 7 more minutes to go.
However, did he really want to go out there? Did he even deserve to? If he went out there, he couldn't keep denying that homelessness wouldn't be to be a major problem for him because it was. He would likely be dead in a few weeks from starvation, sickness or numerous other horrible scenarios if he couldn't find a family that would adopt him off the streets within days!
The clone is tired, scared, miserable and alone with his thoughts and it wasn't good for he began to reflect on all he'd been through tonight: The things he went through, the people who wanted him dead, the insults spewed at him…they echoed in his mind.
"You. Shouldn't. Even. Exist. William Afton's a poison that corrupts everything that he touches and you're no different! Allowing you to live any longer would be a mistake".
"William a selfish murderer and monster through and through…He was never meant to be good! And you, you're just meant to be a costume for that monster. Why should I believe you want to be different from him?!"
"You actually enjoyed it. You enjoyed killing that robot. You're sick!"
"YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE! YOU DON'T EVEN DESERVE THIS SECOND CHANCE! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT THAT WE'RE SUFFERING!"
Gregory places a hand over his rapidly beating, aching heart. He had never experienced this form of deep despair before in the weeks he had existed. It felt like a vice clamping itself around his heart, suffocating him, hurting him, making him feel outcast, unloved, unworthy…
He felt as though he would explode or shatter like glass and he was already so…exhausted with feeling this way.
Gregory looks at his bag and fishes around until he finds his knife gleaming at him invitingly. Should he die? That seemed like the likely solution. He reasons it would be better if he died since he was going to grow up to become that monster anyway and repeat the cycle. Additionally, the negative feelings he was currently having would go away as well for he, alongside them, would disappear into nothing…
Putting down his plushie and grabbing the knife, he aims it at his chest.
"I'm sorry." Gregory apologises, "Goodbye Freddy."
The clone's heart beats faster and hands shake clumsily but…they refuse to drive the knife into his heart. Consciously and subconsciously, Gregory can't bring himself to do it. The clone of William Afton couldn't kill himself because his desire to live far outweighed his desire to perish.
There were so many things he wanted to do with this new life he had been given (even if he had experienced events before) and, just outside, a brand new world was waiting for him. He was going to meet new people, discover new things that were different from his previous life and so much more…
Hell, if there was a chance he could survive despite being homeless, he would take it. He couldn't just throw his one chance away! He wanted to become someone new, a person that was distant from his previous identity.
Giving up his suicide attempt, Gregory puts down the knife and curls into a foetal position, grabbing the Freddy plushie beside him.
"I'm sorry. I can't do it. I can't kill myself." the boy sobs, "I don't want to stop existing!"
The tears fall uncontrollably for a second time, "I'm so lost. What should I do?"
William enters a church and begins to kneel down in front of an Altar. He whispers words to someone Gregory can't see.
"This has to be the twentieth time I'm asking you. Can't you grant me a wish for a better family or just a life that's not so controlling? If you don't hear me, I won't pray to you anymore past this point".
God. He remembers that name on his tongue in his past life. He remembers that before becoming a man of science like his father, William was raised to be religious due to his mother and prayed to this Deity called God when he was younger.
William was fascinated by the idea of God as he was told that if he did good things in life, God would grant him good blessings and reward him with eternal life and peace in a place called Heaven. However, if he did too many bad things (known as Sins), he would fall into a place known as Hell where he would also have eternal life but instead of peace, he would only be granted endless suffering with no chance of redemption.
"Father Blythe," A 8-year old William calls to the Pastor, "I've been praying to God but I don't think he's been answering my requests."
"How so?"
"I keep praying to Him, begging Him to grant my body the eternal life that everyone in church has so that I can be a child forever but…my body hasn't stopped ageing or growing. Come to think of it, no one at church has stopped growing old even though they pray to God too".
The Priest laughs, "Oh you silly boy, you have a misconception. Eternal life isn't immortality. It's something that will be rewarded to your soul only after you die. Your body won't live forever but your soul will in the afterlife".
"You mean I have to die first to get eternal life?" William is dumbfounded and slightly angry at this revelation, "But if you die, then how do you know you will even get it in the first place?"
"You must have faith, boy. Keep praying to God and doing good deeds and He'll give you what you desire".
"Do you think God could also make me taller when I'm older?"
"Maybe if you're good enough, He might".
Gregory pondered if this divine entity would respond to him in this time of need. It was a bit of a silly notion but he's out of options and miserable and so, taking a deep breath, Gregroy clasps his hands together in prayer with the bear plushie tucked between his arms.
"God are you there? It's me, Gregory Miller. Or maybe William Afton? I'm not sure but I choose to identify as Gregory so I'll stick with my new name. I don't even know if this is how praying works but I'm just going to do my best with this." The boy takes a deep breath, "I'm sorry God…I'm aware that did a lot of bad things in my past life as a murderer, that I was a horrible person to those who trusted me and that maybe I can't be saved at this point but, since you are an all-loving entity who will forgive anyone that asks for it, please open your heart to me: Forgive me for all I've done, give me chance to change for the better and, if possible, hear my two requests…"
From above, unscrewing the vent lid, Charlie slinks down and slowly approaches Gregory intending to strangle the boy. That is, until she hears the sound of him crying morosely and praying of all things.
"If I promise to be a good person from now on, can I be adopted by a loving family? I want parents that won't judge me for my past or beat me up because I'm not perfect enough. I don't want to feel hurt anymore and I don't want to hurt people. I just want to be loved, comforted and, as corny as it sounds," Gregory laughs sadly, rubbing his already teary eyes, "I want to know how to love because I never got to know what real love felt like…"
She becomes bewildered by his sincere and childish wishes which contrasted a lot with the murderer she had come to despise.
Also, was she seeing…tears coming from his eyes?
'Wait, it can't be…is William –?'
—
"Crying! Why the hell is he crying again?" Fake William is dumbfounded by hearing his Vessel cry like a baby from the nearest camera's recording speaker,"He shouldn't be able to feel empathy for others, much less cry twice in several minutes".
"Ah yes, your other failure was not only feeding the Fazgoo too much Remnant but also feeding it the Remnant that contained most of His humanity. Had you not done that, this wouldn't be happening". That same voice whispered to him.
"You again? Hey!"
Once again, the presence vanishes.
–
Remorseful tears keep cascading down uncontrollably like a waterfall as Gregory breaks down, feeling guilt for every bad thing he's done as William as he continues to pray. Charlie still lingers, observing him from above.
"Other than that, my other request is for a soul. I know it's selfish of me to ask for one after all I've done as well but I..I truly want to be given another chance to be a better person." Gregory pauses to wipe away more of his tears and sniffles,"Please, give me another chance. I'll definitely fulfil my promise to be good. All I ask for is a loving family and to go to Heaven when I die. That's all I ask. Nothing more. I...I hope you heard me. Amen".
Gregory concludes his prayer and, unclasping his hands, he uses the sleeves of his new jacket to wipe off the last few tear streaks that stained his eyes and cheeks. However, the moment he finishes cleaning himself, he feels a presence somewhere, looming over him like a heavy blanket. Then, he hears the sound of a pair of hands clapping at his efforts almost mockingly, seemingly sounding as if they were very close to him.
"That was a wonderful and heartfelt prayer dear Gregory but God won't listen to you. Believe me. I've tried".
"Go away, you faker!" Gregory recognises Fake William's voice, "I don't want to listen to you anymore!"
"Oh, I'm not that faker." The smooth voice of false William chuckles before instantaneously changing to something entirely demonic, "I'm VERY real".
Chills run down Gregory's spine. "What?"
The boy looks around for the source of the voice.
'What – no…Who was that?'
It sounded like that fake William but…was it really him? Something was different.
Gregory was very confused but unfortunately, this confusion blinded him to the approach of a huge figure with a pair of sharp, purple clawed hands. With a fast grabbing motion, Monty kidnapped the child without warning, lifting him into the air with both of his claws.
"Gotcha little guy!" The Gator exclaims eagerly, "You can hide. But you cannot hide."
Gregory is simultaneously terrified and puzzled, "Huh? What does that mean?"
"Sorry uhh wording glitch. I meant to say 'But you cannot hide forever'. Yeah".
Monty strides away with Gregory in tow, carrying him over his shoulders back into the Pizzaplex.
"Mr Afton's going to be so happy that I caught you!"
Being taken away, Gregory's eyes widen as he sees his Freddy plushie that was left on the ground. He must have let go of it when he was caught by surprise!
"Hey wait, my plushie, I dropped it! I need it with me!"
Monty doesn't listen to his pleas.
"Hey! Let me get my Freddy plushie!" Gregory cries with stress in his voice and hits the Gator's metal hide (but not so hard as he knew that such an impact had a possibility of damaging his hand), "I need him".
Monty's eyes twitch slightly upon hearing the bear's name, "Blah blah blah. I don't care about Freddy and I'm not listening kiddo".
There seemed to be some hidden hatred for the Bear in his voice.
'Wait! The Bear….Freddy, I can call him for help! Oh and also Roxy and Chica. I have their contacts too".
Gregory gets an idea and keeps whining to keep Monty's attention off of him as it seemed the noise was making him irritated and his response to such an emotion was thankfully ignorance.
Then, over the loud noise he was making, Gregory activated the Fazwatch and pressed the button to call the 3 animatronics he had met (and rescued) to his current location.
Now, Gregory could only hope that Freddy would forgive him for what he had done earlier.
—
Location: Pizzaplex – Corridors outside the Fazerblast
Time: Several minutes earlier.
After Chica woke up from being possessed by Micheal, she'd learned about what the other Ghost had done with her body from Freddy much to her chagrin.
"How could he make me hurt him like that?!" Chica angrily stomps her foot down, "He was an innocent boy! Let me talk to Micheal. I need to have a few words with him".
"I've already done it." Henry waves her off, "Right now we have to focus on finding Gregory. Can you contact Roxy and maybe we can all split up to search for him?"
"There could be a problem with that."
"Why?"
"We don't have access to the network and so, we can't contact one another. Only the Fazwatch can contact us without the need for a connection to the network but unfortunately, only Gregory has one tonight." Chica informs Freddy.
"I see. Maybe we can split up and agree to meet somewhere after a while?"
"Sure. I'll go get Roxy and tell her to help me search. Let's all meet at the Gold Freddy statue in 15 mins once we find or can't find him".
The three of them split up, searching for the boy in the corridors, rooms and in every nook and cranny they can find.
"You think Chica found anything yet?" Henry asks Freddy.
Freddy was left searching fruitlessly for the boy. "Still nothing".
"Can you track his signal?"
"No. He's switched off his Fazwatch. I can't reach him at all".
Or he broke it to cut us off completely. Henry thought of the worst possible outcome fearfully.
"I feel like I should talk to Micheal." Freddy suddenly quips.
"No. Something's not right with Micheal." Henry informs Freddy, "His behaviour has been erratic tonight and his eyes, something wasn't right with them. They were glinting purple like your friends when they were possessed by William. I think it's best we leave him alone".
"I still wish to talk to him nonetheless. Micheal, can you hear me?"
"Yeah. What is it Freddy?" Mike manifests in front of the two of them with his arms crossed.
"Micheal, just why are you so unforgiving of Gregory? That boy hasn't personally committed anything like William as of yet."
"Word of advice Freddy: The only good William is a dead one. That's my philosophy".
"Then why did you save him from Roxy earlier if you wanted him to die so badly?"
"It was just a force of habit. I didn't feel anything. And besides, I wanted to kill him with my own two hands and wasn't going to let some random wolf do him in. My vendetta against him is personal for many reasons".
Mike's form changes to that of his zombified self for a single second before returning to his original self.
"Don't lie Mike. You saved Gregory because you didn't want him to end up like Evan? He reminds you of him at times, doesn't he?" Henry pointed out.
Mike looks away and unfolds his hands, putting his hands in his pockets, "No. In fact, I enjoyed hurting him more than I enjoyed saving him".
"Uhhh Henry, Is he lying?"
Henry sighs, "Yes. His hands shake too but he's always hiding them whenever he lies".
"Ok so I saved him because I felt like he was like my younger brother. But I regret it. I should have let him die ok?" Mike resentfully admits.
"You have nothing to regret Mike." Freddy shakes his head, "And I don't think you really believe that. Gregory is a good boy that needs help and I think a small part of you wants to believe that too. I truly wish you could see him as that instead of your father but…I understand why it's so hard to let go of the past…"
"You sound like my mother." Mike snarls, "She believed he was good too and look how that turned out. William is evil. Gregory is evil. The man is a poison that kills everything he touches and the boy will be the same. I'm sure of it. Nothing will change".
Suddenly, Freddy picks up a signal from Gregory's Fazwatch.
"Gregory's calling me to him. Oh and He's pressing the button multiple times. He could be sending these signals to Chica and Roxy as well…".
"If so, we need to get to him fast." Henry says with urgency, "It could mean he's in trouble".
–
"Aagggh let me go!" Gregory kept banging on Monty's large steel arm that was holding him close to the Gator's chest, "Let me go!"
Monty had changed the position in which he carried the kid. Instead of carrying his body over his shoulder, he restrained him to his chest with one arm by the torso in the hopes that he would struggle less. However, the kid refused to do so and kept on wailing. It was driving Monty nuts.
"Urgh! Shut up!"
Using his other arm, he finally loses patience and punches Gregory. However, instead of hitting him on the forehead to knock him out like he initially intended, he hits the boy square in the jaw!
"AHHHHH!" The boy screams in agony, "My mouth, my mouth! I'm tasting blood. Something fell out".
"MONTY!" William furiously screamed into their online connection, "Why the fuck am I hearing my Vessel screaming! What did you do?!"
"The brat refused to shut up and I only wanted to knock him out but umm…I accidentally hit his mouth".
"ARGH! Monty, my instructions were for you to bring him to me. Not damage him!"
"Well Sorry Mr Afton," He grunted, "His constant thrashing and crying was getting on my nerves."
"You'd better pray my Vessel does not have a brain or jaw injury after that punch you did because, should I find out that he does, you're getting scooped!"
"WAHHHHH!" Gregory starts bawling for a third time, crying louder and struggling against Monty even more, "Everything hurts. I feel like I'm going to die!"
"Stop being a dramatic baby!" William's virtual clone snaps at his physical clone, "Your tooth will grow back eventually and the bleeding will stop."
Gregory keeps on bawling. Fake William didn't know if the boy's tears were genuine or if he was doing this on purpose solely to infuriate him.
"Oh great, Now my Vessel's crying is getting on my nerves too! Dammit you stupid gator. You made things worse!" the Gold Rabbit groans in frustration for what must have been the fiftieth time already, "Bring the boy to the Main Stage area quickly. Me and Vanny will deal with the bawling brat there".
Ending the contact with Monty, Fake William travels to the main stage area via the Fazbear network and launches himself into Bonnie's body. He blinks with his mechanical eyes before looking at Vanny who is obediently waiting for new orders.
"Is everything alright?"
"No. Monty damaged my Vessel a little and now he's being a crybaby." William groans, "Come to think about it, Gregory's a lot like my youngest son Evan…often scared, feeling miserable, whining about how he doesn't want to do things. How annoying. No matter, much like my younger son, I'll put him to rest soon within the transfer device and he'll wake up feeling much better".
Vanny nods, "Shall I go get some medical supplies to treat him for you?"
"Very good idea Vanny." Fake William acknowledges her usefulness and proactivity. He then looks at a nearby clock to his left. It's already 5:59am.
"Dammit! It's one more minute to 6am." William shouts aloud, "Vanny, when do the employees and customers usually come in?"
"Well.. the Pizzaplex only opens at 11am but all Fazbear Staff usually come in by 7am or earlier".
"Dammit. There's really not much time left". The Gold Rabbit is dismayed, "I thought we could do this by 5am but now, I have no choice but to place the Pizzaplex under permanent lockdown until 10am. Before that time, nobody will be able to enter the building or the Fazbear network and, once the transfer procedure is complete, we'll leave by one of the exits that you have access to".
"That's a good plan. Will you also be getting the others involved in this too? I'm sure they'll be helpful in buying us some time as well by making some… excuses on our behalf".
"Another wonderful idea Vanny. You get the medical supplies and contact them. Ensure that everyone knows what's going on".
"Alright. I'll see you and Gregory very soon Mr Afton."
She does a playful curtsy and leaves.
Before going to set up the Pizzaplex's second lockdown, he walks Bonnie's body towards a nearby screen, using it as a mirror, and activates the illusion disc, transforming into the 20 year old version of his Father/Creator William Afton. He looks at his reflection narcissitically.
Sure, he wouldn't look like this at first upon entering his Vessel's body but he would grow into this form eventually and was confident that in the years to come, he would surpass the real William by leaps and bounds…
CHAPTER 32 END
CHAPTER 33: I always come back
Summary: You know who it is. You know what it is. He's here.