A/N: Short but eventful.

"This is it." Michael was standing in front of a rickety tin shed he had pinpointed in the middle of a forest, and Gold looked at it skeptically.

"I thought it would be bigger," she said, peeking around the corner to see that the shed only covered about two-hundred square feet. In other words, it was ten feet in width and twenty feet in length.

"It's underground," replied Michael, as if that was obvious.

"Last time, he wasn't able to leave this front door, so he could be right inside. If he's not, go down the staircase behind the other door. Just don't fall down the ramp portion. Unless he changed the access code, use one-nine-eight-three-two to get in. It's interesting that he chose Evan's death date and order of birth, but hey, it's easy to remember. This is where I leave you, I'll wait outside with Freddy."

"Understood," Mari said, nodding. It was baffling, the drastic difference between the two sides of her personality. She could either be stone-cold and analytical or energetic and quirky, there was no in-between.

Michael was almost bouncing on his toes as the two females pushed open the rusty door and walked inside. His anxiety was through the roof even though he had been told that there was no way that the Spring Bonnie could possibly overpower Gold, much less both Gold and Mari, but he still had a bad feeling about it. This place gave him the creeps, as it had produced some of his most traumatic memories. When he had hallucinations, they were almost always the Funtimes, only rarely did the classics appear.

He calmed himself down, everything was going to be fine. Besides, there wasn't really anything he could do if things did go wrong.

He turned to Freddy to see him standing attentively, staring into the darkness.

"So…"

The bear turned to him.

"Have you ever played chess?"

—

Gold and Mari went step-by-step into the darkness, and after an uncomfortable amount of time walking down the steps and almost tripping several times, a bar light on the right side of the wall flickered on, illuminating the staircase to darkness on both ends of the inclined hall. It gave the illusion of the passage going on forever.

Mari's spoke in a low voice, voice box vibrating with the usually unused pitch. "So, he either still pays the electricity bill or he's got some solar cells somewhere."

Gold didn't know what a solar cell was, but didn't feel that this was the right time or place to have that conversation.

"Ok," She whispered back.

"Right. Not a talker," Mari said, seemingly to herself.

That statement was a half-truth. Gold would talk all the time with the animatronics that lived in the Pizzeria, but in her mind, Mari was not part of that group. If she moved in, however, perhaps she would get a little bit more friendliness out of the wolf.

Gold didn't respond as they continued down the hall, probably furthering Mari's belief. Not that she cared.

As they walked, the light behind them flickered off, as if it used to be part of a system that would light up as you went down.

After what seemed like an eternity of walking down the shallow incline, the floor leveled out, causing Gold to stumble. Mari just continued to hover without an issue.

"We should stick together. You know what happens in horror movies when people split up."

"I don't, actually," Gold sighed.

"Right."

From the shadows, an obviously outdated, glitching voice-box spoke.

"Co-Co-Come closer! Let me-me-e see yo-ou,"

"There's our psycho," Mari said, moving to put Gold in between her and the direction of the noise.

"Hello, William," Gold said with a false chipper voice.

"You kno-know my old-old-old name-me-ame. Do I know-ow you?"

Gold knew that the kindness of the other voice was just as fake as her own.

Before Gold could reply, Mari held out her slender hand, and a bright white light lit up everything in front of them. There was a tattered green rabbit animatronic standing in front of them, squinting and using a arm to shield its eyes.

Gold, however, immediately adjusted to the light. That didn't mean she would let Mari off the hook for not using her light earlier, however. The puppet had an unholy amount of gadgets on her, so much that Gold doubted she would ever be able to see them all in use.

"Woul-would you mind-d-d turning that offff-ffffff-ffff?"

Mari did not comply, so William was forced to remove his arm from his eyes and try and adjust to the light.

Gold was already projecting, using the skills that Evan showed her to control the type of projection that showed. It wasn't the twenty-one year old woman that usually appeared, it was the eyeless, mutilated, and bleeding eleven year old form that had hunted down and fought William all those years ago for what he did to her brother.

The police gave up on the missing children case, but she didn't. With a kitchen knife and a vengeance, she went to find the person responsible for her missing brother and went further than any of the officers did, finding the safe room and the bodies. When William saw that she was getting too close, he decided to make her his fifth victim. She tried to kill him with the knife, but had been overpowered and killed.

But William wasn't stronger than her anymore.

"Remember me?" She said when the white pupils of the tattered animatronic fell on her projection.

William's jaw went slightly slack as he stumbled backwards, but his inanimate face was unable to show any more emotion.

She took another step toward him, causing him to stumble back even more. She laughed at his cowardice and threw her arms out to the side in a demeaning manner.

"So, ready for a fair fight?"

She reprojected behind him, and, grabbing one of the metal bars that held the fabric of his frame, threw the animatronic to the ground violently. Oh, this felt good.

William's empty eyes were wide as he stared at the macabre projection standing over him. Then, he seemingly remembered that he could fight back. A heavy metal paw swung at Gold, but she simply projected behind it. Or, at least, he could try to fight back.

Gold grabbed underneath the jaw of the suit and threw William headfirst into the wall, giggling as something cracked sickeningly. Probably one of the bones from the corpse in the suit. William leapt at her when he recovered, but she just reprojected out of the way again. She grabbed William by the ankle and swung him full-speed into a wall repeatedly, laughing at his inhuman screams.

This was too easy.

Mari simply watched from the sidelines with Evan in Gold's body, recording the very one-sided fight with her eyes' cameras. This would be fun to look back on.

—

Michael tensed as screams echoed from the shed. He turned and looked inside the darkness; as if expecting to see something.

"Those are male screams, not to mention that they're glitchy." Freddy's projection pointed out, not looking up from the chess game. Due to being a projection, his skin and hair were void-black with no reflectivity, so the man looked like a living hole in reality if you didn't count his clothes or pupils.

"What's going on down there?" Michael wondered aloud.

"If I know my sister, she's beating the life out of the Purple Guy before Mari puts the device on. I almost feel bad for him."

Michael nodded grimly. "And I was worried…" he mused.

He returned to the chess game. As it turned out, Freddy already knew how to play, and had beaten him swiftly in the first match. The second match wasn't looking too good for Michael, either.

After a couple of minutes of constant screaming and then some unintelligible glitchy yelling, Mari and Gold emerged from the darkness.

"Got him!" Gold chirped, looking the happiest that Michael had ever seen her; it was almost scary. Mari had a wide grin, but then again, that was her default face.

Freddy smiled and ended his projection, going to hug Gold. She hugged back, and Michael stood off to the side.

"So, it's really him?" He asked.

"He said that William was his old name, and he certainly acted like a creep! We'll know for sure when we see his projection," Mari said, apparently having switched to her energetic side.

"Good. You don't mind if I participate in some of the 'justice', do you? I'm a vengeful spirit too, technically, and I've got more than a little bit of anger to get out."

"Nope! The more, the merrier!"

—

In the darkness of an unseen alley, two giant green discs hummed to life.

Something was wrong.
Father was hurt.
He needed help.
The old, battered animatronic pushed herself off the ground, massive head turned in the direction she had sensed the call for help coming from.

Don't worry, Father. I'm coming.

I will make you proud.