"What do you mean they have an animatronic?!"

"Mike, they don't yet."

"They will later today so same thing! Why'd you go and work for them?!"

Henry sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose. He just knew Michael would react like this. He inhaled, exhaled then explained, "Listen, this means I can poke around the attraction without suspicion. Also, what if it's possessed? Do you want this Logan guy to deal with that?"

"...no."

"Exactly. Me knowing where it is is better than it just wandering around."

Michael grumbled but agreed, "You're right. But if this turns out dangerous, I'll never let you hear the end of it!"

Henry smiled softly at the absurdity, "Alright, Mike. If it turns out to be dangerous, you can tell me "I told you so."

"Damn right I will!"

He shook his head, "I thought so. Maybe it won't be dangerous. There is a reason why I want to see this animatronic."

There was a silence on the other end of the phone before Michael murmured, "Charlie…"

"Yes."

"I understand. Keep me updated and be safe, Uncle Henry."

"I will."

After he got off the phone, he went to bed, sleeping for most of the day so he could get up closer to midnight. He had debated going sometime during the day to get a peek at the animatronic but he found himself tired when he got off the phone. This sleep schedule was going to kill him sooner than any hostile animatronic would, he thought wryly before he went to sleep.

When he arrived at the attraction, he wanted to look around, to see if he could find the animatronic. However, he decided against it, reasoning that if the animatronic was hostile, the best place for him was the office. On his way to the office, he didn't see anything, which wasn't comforting.

Once he sat down, he picked up the tablet and tabbed through the cameras, seeing if he could see anything. After a few moments, he found a slumped silhouette in one of the back rooms.

In the grainy and noise-filled filter, it was hard to identify. It had two long ears and was lightly colored, which made him think of one of the rabbits. He frowned. Was it Spring Bonnie? She had been formerly decommissioned back in the 80s, which meant she was easily over 40 years old at this point. He hadn't seen her in a long time, maybe sometime before the first Freddy Fazbear's was closed. He suspected William had stashed his favorite creation at some point, which is where he suspected she went. Which made it make even less sense that she was the one Logan had found.

Anxious, he tapped on the voicemail to see if there was any answers to it.

"Hey, hey, Mr. Emily! Did you see our animatronic? Neat, right? It's Spring Bonnie, you must remember it! We've taken to calling it Springtrap though. It's busted up, smells like death but its in one piece. Now, I don't think it's functional…"

Spring began to lift its head, sweeping it from one way to the other in a slow, lethargic manner. It seemed curious as it surveyed its surroundings. A shiver ran up Henry's spine as he watched it struggle to stand. The rest of the call droned on in the background as he watched, entranced.

Springtrap seemed to be having a hard time moving and, if it wasn't an animatronic, he would describe it as pained. It lifted one hand to the wall and used it as leverage to haul itself up in what was a disturbingly human gesture. It swiveled its head around as it took in its surroundings again. It took sight of the camera and approached it, looking up at it, at him.

Spring Bonnie's eyes had been a vivid green. But the eyes that looked back at him were a luminous silver.

Then, as if it didn't rock his core, turned and moved on.

Henry frantically followed Springtrap through the cameras. It picked up things, inspected them, set them down. It stopped to fiddle with the arcade machine joysticks then moved on when it didn't work. It touched and messed with everything. Henry could tell that now it didn't quite move like an animatronic. Its movements were jerky but too fluid at the same time. It walked with a limp, favoring one leg over the other. In other words, it moved like a human.

No, there was no way. He tried to rationalize it. Spring's eyes had faded over the years. Someone was possessing it. William had reprogrammed it over the years to move like this for some reason. He didn't know! But there was no way, absolutely no way.

Springtrap had stopped at the end of the hall, where Foxy's head had been mounted to the wall, a light affixed into his good eye. He lifted his hand, trailing his fingers down the head...

With a surge of panic, he tabbed back to the previous room and slammed the sound cue.

Somewhere in the building, Balloon Boy's voice called, "Hello?"

He looked back at the camera just in time to see Springtrap go stiff. It turned and set off after the sound of a child. But Henry suspected that wouldn't keep it away for a while.

Internally, Springtrap was raging. He had felt like he was on the precipice of...something. The mask had made something inside him stir and he figured he'd remember if he stood there for a few moments. But no! Someone else was in the building and had robbed him of that chance by taking advantage of his—the machine's?—programming to lure him away. He was going to find them and he was going to hurt them...no, he'd kill them!

He stopped in the middle of the room, the machine screeching to a halt. He could hear his internal programming spit in confusion then die. He'd have to hide from his watcher else they'd use the sound again. He peered around the room, at the long shadows, and internally grinned in grim satisfaction. He'd fit right in.

Henry took a moment to regain his composure after he was sure Springtrap had left. There was no way this was what was happening. Cassidy would have warned him. But he couldn't spend time worrying. He had to act.

So, he picked up the tablet and switched to the room where he had left Spring. He was gone. He blinked in confusion and switched through the cameras. The rabbit had disappeared. Was he hiding? That didn't bode well.

He paused at one of the halls. What looked like Bonnie was crouched at the end of the hall, beat up and barely in one piece. He lacked his faceplate, one arm and most of his chest. The rabbit's head snapped up quickly and, impossibly fast, lunged for the camera. Henry yelped, scrambling away as it appeared he reached through the tablet and for his face with a screech.

It took him a moment to regain his senses to find the maintenance panel was screeching and the light beside 'video' was flashing red. It took a glance at the tablet to confirm as it had gone dark with only 'video error' reading at the top. He frantically punched the button beside video, it changing to red to yellow as it rebooted.

Alright, so the place was indeed haunted. Hauntings, hallucinations and technology errors all went hand in hand. So it was most likely the children lingered. That didn't bode well either. He had to deal with Springtrap along with very angry spirits.

When the tablet rebooted, he was dismayed to find Springtrap was still MIA. Luckily, he hadn't ventured into the vents. Or maybe unluckily, as he couldn't hide there and Henry could block him off. Where had he gone?

A mechanical screech alerted him just where Springtrap had gone.

Slowly, he lifted his head to meet eyes with Springtrap who was standing at his window, one hand pressed against the glass. The rabbit was staring at him, studying him. Henry's free hand flew to his mouth. Logan was on the money when he described him as 'busted up and smelling of death', maybe more than he had known. Spring's outer shell had turned from gold to sickly, mildewed green. Large portions of it was rotted away to reveal his inner workings, rusted from rust and blood. It was a miracle he moved at all.

But that wasn't the worst of it. Woven into his inner mechanical parts was splintered bone and shredded, rotted flesh. His jaw hung loosely, revealing the second face within, rotted and frozen in a death scream. There was no denying it any longer.

"William," he breathed.

Springtrap's eyelids slid up in surprise and then, his speaker began to spit a shrill static scream. Henry swore, dropping the tablet on the desk to cover his ears. Spring's eyelids fell again into their default half-lidded position and, combined with how his jaw raised, made him look positively smug. Then he turned and began to limp down the hall.

Wasting no time, Henry shoved every feeling he was feeling aside and snatched up the tablet. He tabbed back a room and pressed the sound cue. Balloon Boy's voice called just in time for Springtrap to freeze, just beside the entrance. His eyes seemed to unfocus as he turned and left. Henry held his breath as he passed and didn't dare breath until he left. He tabbed to the next room and repeated the cue.

William was inside Springtrap, there was no denying it at this point. Springtrap's silver eyes, his fondness for the Foxy head, the corpse inside the suit...how he wanted to kill him so viciously. Something had gone terribly wrong in the time after his last voicemail to Michael and Michael's reawakening.

He had to not think about how he resigned he felt, he afraid he was or just how angry how he was right now. He had to keep William occupied.

He figured soon William had taken to hiding in the shadows or the blind spots of the cameras. Often, the only tell-tale of his presence was his shining eyes or part of his body.

And on one occasion, he had gotten surprised by a spectre Chica that lurked inside the arcade machines. He also saw Bonnie a few more times but learned to tab away as soon as possible. Even with avoiding them, errors still cropped up. The audio would lock up and sometimes the ventilation would stop, leading to his head getting foggy and stuffy if he didn't notice right away. He'd even see things lurking within the fog but never saw exactly what they were.

During the night, he tried to not think about the deeper implications of William inside of Spring. But during the few moments of peace he got, he had a disturbing realization. This was the face the children saw when they died. Albeit less withered. William had gone and died in that suit he used to carry out the murders and didn't even have the courtesy to die when the suit did him in! And of course, thinking of the missing children made him think of Charlotte. And that gave him the temptation to give into the anger he felt and find a way to end Springtrap right then and there.

But he didn't give in. Not only was it a stupid idea but he owed Michael the chance to talk to his father. The boy pined for an answer all these years and he wouldn't rob that from him.

Finally, the night ended and Springtrap returned to the back of the attraction, slumping down and "powering off". Henry almost wanted to go inspect him further but decided it was best to get out as soon as possible, lest the rabbit was pretending.

Outside, he was greeted by Logan and his van. He snuffed out his irritation at the man and approached him. Upon seeing him, Logan grinned, "Hey, hey, Mr. Emily! Brought you some breakfast!"

Henry forced himself to smile despite internally seething. How stupid was this man? Did he really not take a good long look at Springtrap before he brought him in? How had he missed the corpse inside his prized animatronic? What excuse did he have? He really had no idea the thing he planned on inadvertently unleashing on his unsuspecting patrons.

Sadly, he had to be sensible. While he was absolutely sure Logan would believe him, he had no idea how he'd react. He might get...weird about it. So he only accepted the wrapped breakfast sandwich from him and nodded.

"So, did Springtrap behave for you?" Logan asked as he took a sip of his coffee.

No, absolutely not. "Of course, as calm as a sleeping baby," Henry lied.

"Awww man. Kinda hoped he was haunted," Logan wiggled the fingers of his free hand for emphasis.

Henry bit back a comment how that was the last thing he wanted. He took a bite of his sandwich then shrugged, "Rig him up to move and make him all spooky. No one will know the difference."

"That's the plan actually! I've got a guy coming this weekend to see if we can do anything."

"Sounds good...say, where did you find him anyway?" he asked, "I always thought he was shoved into a storage container."

Logan's eyes lit up, "You'll never believe it! He was in the old Hurricane location, behind a boarded up wall! I guess they just left him in the safe room and just forgot about him."

Henry nodded, "Make enough sense."

Logan then immediately cried, "I just have an idea! You could help us program him if you wanted! You should be familiar with him, right?"

Henry coolly let him down, "No. Frankly, I think Springtrap is beyond any salvaging. You're better off tossing him out."

Logan blinked, sincerely surprised, "But Spring was the first—"

Henry couldn't stop himself from scowling, "I don't care. His image has been thoroughly ruined."

"What do you...oh," Logan's face fell and he turned to look at the ground.

A few moments of awkward silence passed before Henry sighed, "I do suppose that's the point of him being here. Don't let a still grieving old man stop you."

Logan looked up at him, chewing his lip before he ventured, "It must be hard, even now."

"It's been more than 30 years and I still think of my sweet Charlotte every day. I…," he paused then admitted, "I blame myself. I took my eyes off of her that day and she was robbed from me for it. I couldn't protect her. I couldn't save her."

Logan frowned, "Man, I'm so sorry. Do you, er...still think…"

"Still think?"

"Do you still think your old business partner, Mr. Afton did it?" Logan asked, almost hesitantly.

"Of course," there was no hesitation, "I might never know why he did it but I do hope he burns for it."

"You really have no idea what happened to him?"

"Nope," Henry lied, "They say he disappeared along with his oldest Michael."

After a long sip of his coffee, Logan nodded, "Always thought that was really bizarre. Why'd they both disappear at the same time? What even happened to them?"

"I wouldn't know."

They stood in silence for a bit longer, just enjoying the beginnings of the sunrise. Logan then said, "Heard about some lady having some old stuff from the Junior's location so I'm heading out there today! I imagine it won't be much, maybe some old party favors or something. She insists she had something really special."

Henry immediately perked up. "You should go," he encouraged, "She might be lying or she might be telling the truth, but you won't know until you head out."

"Right on! I was going to go anyway but having your encouragement means a lot," Logan grinned at him and held out his gas station coffee cup, "To me finding something neat!"

The smile Henry gave him was genuine as he nudged it with his half-eaten sandwich, "To you finding something neat."

Logan happily grinned, "It'll be something good, I can feel it."

"Good luck then, I'm heading out," he started to walk past him.

"See you!"

On his way back to the hotel, Henry took the time to sort his jumbled, frantic thoughts. The hope of Logan finding the one thing he desperately wanted fizzled out as he thought of the bigger picture.

First, William had gone and gotten himself springlocked in his beloved Spring Bonnie shortly after Michael got scooped. He must have been smart enough to know getting into an aged, unstable suit was a death sentence. Of course, finding out about the death of your last child might be enough to cloud a usually sharp mind. He didn't want to make any assumptions however.

Ah, of course this would be his luck. He was so sure the place would be harmless so the universe decided to drop the man he hated most of all in the place.

When he got back to his hotel room, he dropped his things and immediately went to the phone. He had considered how he was going to tell the news to Michael and decided he would just tell him flat out.

After a few rings, a tired-sounding Michael answered, "Uncle Henry? How was work?"

After a moment of silence he sighed, "I'm alright but Michael. I found something out."

"What?!" he didn't sound so tired anymore, "What did you find?!"

"...I found out where your father is."