A/N: Hey guys! Finally back with a new chapter. Sorry I missed last week's update. Life got pretty busy, but here it is. This chapter took me a while to write, but I think it was worth it. Next week's update might be skipped also as a result of my busyness, so don't be expecting a new then. Hope you enjoy! :)

"I have nothing to say to you!" Spat out Elaina with utter disgust. Vanessa was fully aware that this would be the reaction her sister would have.

"Who the hell's this?" Asked Davey with his usual nonchalant, laid back tone.

"Well, everyone, I'd like you to meet my bitch of a sister!" Elaina fumed.

"Look, I've seen-"

"Just get out!" the mechanic interrupted as Vanessa tried to get something out into the conversation. She had foreseen this would be stupidly difficult. But it was out of the question to leave. Elaina had to listen like her life depended on it…...and it kinda might.

"And what the hell do you have to do with Leymour and since when do you know how to tamper with machines? You can get arrested for that!" Elaina raged as she curled her hands into fists. She advanced towards her sister with an intense gleam of anger in her eyes.

"Well, you see-"

"And why did you have to come back into my life, you bratty little-"

"Hey, now! Just calm down and let her explain... Elaina, your sister was only going to answer your questions," said Jack in an attempt to calm her down as Elaina seemed just about ready to pounce on Vanessa. Responding to Jack's comment, Elaina backed off, standing with her arms crossed, ready to hear an explanation. The engineer's convincing stance was enough to lull her sister into letting her guard down. There was an opening.

"Explain this!" Elaina proclaimed as she took a leap off the ground, heading straight for her sister. She knocked both of them over and they flew right out into the main party room, the door swinging open as they tumbled to the ground. Jack and Davey quickly rushed out into the room to find an audience of kids (some parents too) confusingly observing the fallen girls. Davey grabbed Vanessa's arm and pulled her away from the still clawing Elaina. He signaled Vanessa to go back inside the lounge as Jack now pulled Elaina to her feet and restrained her from further talking her sister. "Let's just get you away from here," he whispered calmly in her ear as they began walking back towards the office. Still fuming, Elaina said, "let's tell Hector that my idiotic, lying, egotistical sister confessed to tampering with our machines." She stopped resisting and walked with Jack down the west hall, completely unfazed by the small group of kids snickering as she walked by. Kids couldn't resist watching a good fight.

Meanwhile, Vanessa ran back into the lounge looking a tad bit embarrassed, so Davey was left alone with a rowdy group of children staring at him. "Ummm….nothin' to see here. Just, um, two people workin' out their differences!" Davey announced, unsure of what to say. "Yeahhhhh, well, I'll be goin' then…" He rushed back into the lounge, uneager to continue trying to explain the situation. They can work it out themselves. They aint stupid. He shut the door behind him and entered the room to immediately find Vanessa brushing herself off on the couch.

"What was that about?" Davey asked as he sat down next to her. I mean, what the hell was that about. Being an only child, Davey wasn't sure about all the ins and outs of having a sibling, but he did know that most brothers and sisters aren't the biggest fans of each other. This, on the other hand, was a little bit insane. Usually he wished he had a brother or sister- Jack and Adam's relationship fueled that want- but this would be unbearable. He would've clawed his eyes out by now…..or maybe his sibling's.

"I didn't come here to talk to you," Vanessa defended angrily. Okay then. That definitely was a bit sudden. No wonder Elaina didn't fancy her sister. Vanessa suddenly closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. "Sorry. I'm still working on my attitude. Um, I'm Vanessa. Nice to meet ya."

"Oh it's fine. I'm kinda used to getting yelled at," Davey admitted. "Look, I know you came here to talk with Elaina, but I don't think she's really, uh, in the mood right now."

"Shit...This is important. I definitely thought she'd be proud or something if I could make a fucking robot. She has to listen to me. That damn Leymour better promote me or something," she chided with a fierce look in her eye. Man, she seemed to be a piece of work according to Davey. Then something Vanessa said suddenly clicked in his mind. How could Leymour promote her if she doesn't….

"Wait a second! You think you're workin' here! Is that what Leymour told ya?!" Davey shouted a bit too loudly. He put his hand over his mouth as he finished the sentence just in case Leymour had arrived and was listening through the door. According to what Jack had told him about the guy, it wasn't too much of a far-fetched assumption.

"What the hell do you mean? Of course I 'think' I'm working here because I am working here. Even though I've never actually been inside the building until today...or that Leymour was the only person working here I ever heard from…. or that I've been ordered to do everything in secrecy or that I…...That bastard Leymour! I'm not fucking working here! Why the hell would he make me think that!?" She shot out of her chair and trudged towards the mini-bar. "Oh god! He made me come in here in the middle of the night! Can that be considered a break-in!?" She was now pacing near the bar with one hand covering her face and the other reaching for a small plastic cup on the counter.

"You know that the slimiest guy in the buildin' is Leymour, right? And if he's the one tellin' you to do the shady stuff, the only guy that's gonna get reported is him. Though, I don't think his brothers would tell the fuzz about him...or you. They wouldn't arrest someone as young as you," Davey explained. She took an unlabeled bottle from behind the counter and poured it in the glass. "Speakin' of age, how old you are anyways? 'Cause it's pretty impressive to be that smart with machines and stuff like that."

"What's it to you?" She mumbled before taking a swig of her newly-beverage. Vanessa winced and swallowed with great difficulty. "God! What the hell is this?!" She spat up, immediately slamming the cup back down onto the counter-top.

"Pomegranate juice. You won't be rebellin' in here by drinkin' alcohol under the legal age. I mean, I think you're under the age," he submissively asked, still trying to get an answer to his question.

"Pomegranate is fucking terrible! And to answer you're question, I'm seventeen. Just turned. Birthday was a couple weeks ago." She threw herself onto one of the bean bag chairs like she had just run a marathon. Damn this chick didn't seem like the type who would break into restaurants in the middle of the night and work with sketchy characters. Either Davey was just bad at judging character, or Vanessa didn't seem like a technician kind of person. What was her deal anyway. Why'd she even try to get into this place at all? What would someone like her have to gain here? Although, she did seem like she wanted to meet with Elaina. Did she do all this only to get a hold of her sister?

Her eyes suddenly widened as she murmured, "Shit. That dickish Leymour could've had me working on Bonnie with stolen parts for all I know..."

"Bonnie?"

"Yeah, Bonnie. It's just the name I gave the new animatronic Leymour ordered me to make." Vanessa breathed heavily, vissibly trying to contain her stress.

Yet another thing this seemingly...'incapable' young person could do. Building a robot from scratch all on your own doesn't seem like the simplest of tasks. And he thought Elaina was good. Davey was officially impressed with Vanessa's hidden work ethic.

He pranced over to the mini-bar and poured himself a bottle of one of Flash's favourite mixtures. Despite his child-ish nature, Flash was very good at concocting beverages with the utmost elegance and attention to flavours. That was something Davey admired about his co-worker.

"Speaking of that damn guy, I'm actually quite surprised he knew how to draw schematics like that. I mean, if he can sketch out an entire animatronic design, why the hell did he even bother hiring a technician in the first place?" She wondered. Man, she sure was full of questions.

In all Davey's time here, he had never heard Leymour pipe up a single word about Fredbear's inner workings. Davey doubted the guy's legitimacy. Why would he suddenly decide to show his talents now. And in secrecy, no less? Why the hell would he hide this from the diner? What would the guy have to lose?

"So, Leymour told you he made the plans to the anima- to, uh, Bonnie."

"Well, yeah. He only ever gave me two orders when I called up to apply. One: Enter the diner in the middle of the night and install this chip into Fredbear's voice box. And two: Start building a new animatronic for the diner. He told me he'd get me the blueprints and parts eventually. He said he'd drop them off at an empty warehouse. He gave me the address and I found a notebook sitting there along with a bunch of old tools and a shit-load of gears and wires and stuff like that."

Davey couldn't help but think about why Vanessa would accept such mysterious requests. They didn't seem to professional at all. He took a swig of his drink aptly dubbed 'Flash's mystery mix' and closed his eyes as he relished in the colorful blend of many three-dimensional flavours congregating with his taste-buds. Forcing himself not to chug down the entire drink in one go, Davey gashed the cup from his lips to continue attending to the mysteries at hand.

"Why'd you name her Bonnie?" Davey asked suddenly, ostensibly ignoring Vanessa's long winded explanation.

"He. Bonnie's a he," she asserted.

"Isn't Bonnie a girl's name?" He asked, a smirk creeping it's way into his facial state.

"Well, yeah... But when I was younger, my grandfather used to take me and Elaina to his farm to see the animals. The bunnies were always my favourite. Ever since then, rabbits always reminded me of my grandfather. His name was Magnus. His wife was Bonnie." Davey noticed a tiny look in her eye that he'd not seen in the short time he'd known Vanessa; a look of bitter-sweet nostalgia mixed with a hint of sadness.

"Well, why not just name him Magnus instead? Doesn't that make more sense?" Davey questioned, his tiny smirk now fully evolved into a full fledged grin.

"That was his original name, but... it just didn't seem right. Bonnie suits him more, you know?"

Although he wasn't quite satisfied with Vanessa's reasoning, he let the topic slide. At least she was finally calmer, a nice change of pace from the conversations chock-full of questions and attempts to figure out what the hell was up with Leymour that Davey seemed to be having a lot lately.

The worker finally decided to sit down in a bean bag chair near Vanessa, but not before offering her a drink of 'Flash's Mystery Mix.'

"I'm fine. Still trying to get the shit taste of pomegranate out of my mouth," she chuckled. Davey was legitimately upset that Vanessa wouldn't taste the glory that was this drink. Maybe he enjoyed it just a tad bit too much, but, hey, that's what foods and beverages are all about. Other than survival, of course, they were all about fawning over them and relishing in their buzzing tastes.

"You sure?"

She nodded her head.

"Alright, then. You're missing out!"

He sat right down near her, almost spilling his drink as he rapidly sank into the beanbag chair.

"So, obviously you want to talk to Elaina. Well, maybe you could, uh, just tell me what you would've told her and I'll just, you know, relay the info back to her," he said, trying to convince her. While he would still tell Elaina what Vanessa said, the main reason Davey was eager to receive this information was his curiosity. It wasn't his business, but the guy's curiosity had gotten him into a whole lot trouble more than once back in his...old life.

"No! No more thinking about that!" Davey scolded himself every time he would remember the past. No more. He was going to forget if it's the last thing he did.

"It's kinda messed up, okay? So no. Only Elaina would get me," she bluntly stated. She started staring at the ground like she served her country and was recalling terrible memories of war. There was some silence for a few moments, before Davey could think of a new conversation topic. He took another swig of his drink before chuckling, "You know, I say saw you when you were here two nights ago. You don't have very good stealth skills."

"Fuck you," she giggled.

"She's not all that bad," Davey thought right before Vanessa fell out of her chair and collapsed onto the ground, unconscious.

"Elaina, seriously calm down!" I whispered as I continued escorting Elaina down the west hall towards the office.

"I can't stay calm as long as she's here," Elaina said, a crazed look in her eye. I wanted to comfort her so bad, but I just couldn't understand her hatred. It was hard to console someone when you didn't even understand why you needed too. Her sister didn't seem all that bad. Although, I was never one to meet tons of people, so my 'bad person radar' might've been a bit off.

"What did she do that was so bad?!" I asked, as we approached the west hall door.

"It's not what is doing. It's what she did do! And if she thinks she's just gonna waltz on in here and build animatronics on her own and tamper with stuff and steal my spotlight like she has my entire life, she's got another thing coming! You know, once she even-"

Elaina immediately stopped talking as we turned the corner to enter the office. I honestly felt very bad for her. She seemed to be attracting visits from people she didn't want to meet.

"Good day, Elaina," grunted Fred as we entered the office. I glanced over Fred's shoulder to see Hector giving a reassuring smile. "I know of yesterday's mishap. Leymour told me."

All color drained from Elaina's face before suddenly pleading for forgiveness."I'm so sorry, sir and I won't-"

"Stop worrying," Fred smiled. "I'm also aware of your innocence. You have Hector to thank for that one. He showed me the letter and convinced me it wasn't you."

Elaina heaved a sigh of relief and saturation finally returned to her face. I was happy for her.

"Thank you both," I said, as Elaina was still too stunned to say anything.

Fred sat back down in the office chair as Hector walked across the small space and gave Elaina a parental-like hug.

"I never planned to fire you anyway," Fred announced.

"Wait! What!?" The technician bubbled.

"Yeah! When he told me, Leymour was practically begging me to 'take action as a leader and fire you'. I told him I would never lay-off a mechanic as good as you." He winked at Elaina as I saw the faintest of smiles on his face.

Wow! And I always thought Fred came across as the strict boss type, but this was actually very surprising. I smiled at Elaina and she back to me.

Then, as quick as a traffic light, my mood changed as I remembered the reason we came in here the first place. I glanced at Elaina and she seemed to get the message.

"Uh, we also found Leymour's student!" She blabbed. I nodded in agreement.

"You found the one who tampered with the machine!?" Hector exclaimed with slight annoyance in his voice, as if he was looking forward to meeting this person for reasons other than to have a civilized conversation.

"Yeah...She's, uh, Elaina's sister," I murmured. Letting that sentence sink in with me for the first time, I realized the absurdity and coincidence-driven circumstances of this situation. It's almost as if Leymour intentionally used Elaina's sibling just to mess with us all. Either that, or fate decided to bring the two together once again.

"Vanessa's her name," Elaina revealed. "She's in the lounge."

Fred's eyes widened upon receiving this information. "Elaina, you go back into that lounge and prepare her for questioning. As for you, Jack. Get back to work. It's almost time for Fredbear's big birthday cake delivery. You need to help get that done," Fred ordered. It looked like he was back to his regular and bossy self.

No! I needed to help Elaina with this! I argued, "but-"

"Just let us handle this, Jack. Go find your brother and get him to help you with the cake making process. Eric -or 'Nightly,' as you call him- should be working on that too. Oh and make sure Davey rings that bell," Hector continued. I needed to know how this story ended, but I guess there was no point in arguing. I actually enjoyed baking at times, anyway. For some reason, I read a ton of books about the art of food in my old orphanage. I guess it was because I wanted to imagine the food I was eating there was the same food from my books.

"Fine. I'll go, but I want to know one last thing. Where's Leymour?" I asked.

"I told him not to come in today. I'm going to question him all about this whole tampering with the machines stuff later," Fred explained. I found it odd that Fred didn't seem to be let in on the whole 'new animatronic' side of Leymour's schemes, but I felt I should leave it at that. No reason to bring up more questions. Besides, Fred's authoritative style frightened me just a little bit. People like that reminded me of Mother Gordon, the owner of my old orphanage.

FATHER PLEASE. WHERE ARE YOU?

GONE. GONE. HELP HER. HELP ME.

GONE. GONE. HELP US. HELP ME.

GONE. GONE. SAVE HER. SAVE US.

"Another one of these. I can't handle them anymore," she thought.

"It's time for us to discuss," the disembodied voice echoed, the sound becoming clearer then ever before.

"I agree," said the black-cloaked man.

"Three Children of the Monolith are here. The time is almost upon us, good friend," the voice began.

"The Monolith?" She questioned in her mind.

"Can I begin with the first step? Is the time here?" The cloaked man asked, sounding more empowered than last time.

"The first step? Do you mean eliminating the third boy?! No, no, no, no, no! The scruffy one has not yet become one with the Monolith's gifts. Besides, the third boy's capsule isn't complete. We must rely on them to unintentionally do there part. Please wait. Have patience."

"A capsule? Strange."

"I'm sorry. I'm just very eager to receive your end of the bargain," the cloaked man admitted softly, a tiny hint of a whimper contained in his dialogue.

"I understand that, good friend, but for now, it is time to discuss elsewhere. I don't believe I can continue visiting you like this. I was not granted with enough power to manage these visits," the voice explained. "Meet me at the place written on this paper tonight. We shall discuss Elaina's role in all of this."

"Elaina!?"

A small piece of paper fell seemingly from nowhere into the black-cloaked man's hands. He opened the paper to find a location described in elegant calligraphy. She could barely see the writing, but from what she could see, she recognized the location to be the old abandoned circus tent in the middle of Hilmak woods that she used to play in when she was small. Because of Elaina's mention in all of this, she made the decision to follow these mysterious figures to the location. She had to learn more.

"Vanessa! Wait! Are you okay!? What the hell happened!?" Davey exclaimed as Vanessa charged out of the room.

Soon after, Fred and Hector came charging in.

"That was Vanessa, right?!" Hector asked urgently.

"Yes," Davey admitted. He didn't want to rat her out, but these two kinda scared him.

"Elaina went after her, so hopefully she doesn't get away. In the meantime, I can question you. First of all, why'd she run off like that!?" Fred said in an accusatory manner, as if Davey had something to do with it.

"I dunno! She just fainted and I tried to wake her up and stuff, but then she suddenly woke up and babbled something about an old circus tent and Elaina or something. I dunno. But then she just stormed off," he explained.

Fred suddenly stormed off. "That place is dangerous," he muttered as he left the room.

"God dammit! What is it now Fred!?" Hector sighed as he was about to chase after his brother, but before leaving he stopped to turn and face Davey.

He pointed at a contraption near the door and said, "ring that bell for me, OK? Fredbear's performing soon!"

And with that, he charged after Fred, leaving Davey alone in the room. Suddenly, the door to the small storage room swung open, the strange puppet falling out as if it had been leaning on the door.