The communication ended with a loud beep. Henry had just finished explaining his plan to end this story.

"Bring us all together and end this," Michael said as he stood up from his chair. Upon standing up Micheal heard and felt his knees and legs crack. That was a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. The ring on his third finger was already heating up. He stood up taking off his hat, a genuine antique of Freddy's found by Fazbear's Frights, he put his hat over Helpy before looking between left and right. He could still hear the remains of Ennard hitting against the metal walls in its dying moments. To his left was the thing that was once his sister. He could still hear the laughs of Charlotte echoing from somewhere. To his right was his father, the man Michael had been chasing for over a decade now, in his rotting Springlock suit seemingly looking for a way out.

Michael pulled himself into the vent approaching his father slowly. It took some time but Michael reached the end of the vent, his body had never moved the same after the scope. Michael reached the end of the vent and fell feeling the pain of what would be his shoulder dislocating that was new. This gained the attention of his father who turned to him the metal that was once his father's feet stomping on the ground. Michael got up slowly before forcing his shoulder back into its place.

"Well look at how you've changed Michael," Father said

"Indeed Father, we have both changed into these," Michael said

"You make it sound so horrible Michael but we are the first men to cheat death,"

"Cheat Death? We're walking corpses. Worse than Zombies,"

"Do you truly think that Michael?"

"Yes, now I would like to ask you a question, Father,"

"I suppose we have nowhere to go so. Ask away." Michael had played this scene hundreds of times, meeting his father and getting just one question, and now was that time. Time to learn the truth.

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why? Why did you take all those lives?"

"Of course, that's the question you have. Ironically enough it began with you,"

"What cause I killed Evan?"

"No, well you are partly at fault for that, you ruined everything with you're mere birth,"

"Wh-"

"You were born before me and your mother were married. For most, this would be fine. They would simply vow to love and raise you regardless but, for one like me who had an image to upkeep a child born before the intended time was forever a scar. Despite this, I of course took up the responsibility of raising you as any man should. But then you and Henry killed Evan. After that things got worse your mother… she began wanting to move away and separate from the business. You and Elizabeth began crying and demanding time. I began feeling something, something only taken away by the drink. It was in that rage that I found her, Charlotte, she was standing outside of Fredbear's, some birthday function, and at that moment I did it. It was messy a strangling but it was perfect. I left the scene and began staying away till I saw something. It was the Marionette it had tears and I heard a whisper. It was that night I knew what I had to do. I began building what you would know as the Funtimes but everything went wrong, Elizabeth disobeyed but one time. This however gave me exactly what I needed Elizabeth was alive in Baby as her eyes changed. This would be my, goal make the Perfect Family. This goal is what lead to what you know as the Missing Children's Incident. After that, I waited to confirm that Remnant was made within the Animatronics and then I collected it making the Funtimes that you met."

"You did this all to remake our family?"

"No… no… no how stupid are you! I did this to make the perfect family. A Father who provides all they need, a mother who is there for the children, an older sister infinitely sweet yet always there for her brother, and a little brother who will one day learn to be a man."

"A family without me,"

"Indeed." Michael fell against the wall and slid to the ground. He had learned the truth, and it was something he never considered. On the one hand, it was nice to have an answer finally, but it wasn't exactly lovely to hear that your father never wanted you. Michael looked at his father one last time. He was still looking for a way out. He never did learn. Michael just closed his eyes and let the flames consume him.