A/N: Okay, now that I fixed the keyboard settings, let's get this show on the road. Sorry for like, being dead? I guess. I'm finally done school, and only have to worry about work now. We're doing a time skip, so get ready for that world!

I sat in my room. I hadn't moved in days. I held her sweater. The one she had come to my house in. The one she had lived in while she lived on the streets. It smelt like her. It reminded me of the sunrise. The most beautiful thing, for the most the beautiful girl.

I got up, wiped the tears from my face and started a shower. It was the day of her funeral today. The day I wasn't looking forward to at all. I actually was dreading this day. Even though her father had been arrested, and sentenced to death, attending my girlfriends funeral was going to be the end of me.

I washed my hair, body, and quickly get out of the shower. I wrapped myself in a towel, and walked out to my room, looking at my dress shirt and dress pants. I sighed, as I put on boxers, and then the dress pants. I then put on the dress shirt, and sat on the edge of my bed.

It smelt gross in my room. Then again, I had been living in it for a few days. I walked over to my windows, and held onto the curtains. I counted to three, and then pulled them back. I screamed, as my girlfriend was floating outside of my window. "Please open up." She said.

I opened the window, and she floated in, staying a float in front of me. "What the actual fuck?!" I asked.

"Mikey. Please." She said. "Attend the funeral. Please.."

"I can't. It's gonna be your dead body, and I-"

"Micheal, listen to yourself! You have to go. If you don't, aren't you gonna regret it?"

She had a point, I knew she did. But even then, how was I suppose to attend my girlfriends funeral? "I would regret it.. But I can't stand to look at your body like that.."

"You won't have to, it's a cremation, so it'll be ashes, it's okay." She smiled at me. "And then you can go to the pizzeria, and I can show you something." She put her hands on my face, and I actually felt it. It was cold, but still so comforting.

The funeral was small, just like I had thought it would be. No one really knew her, besides the pizzeria workers, and the animatronics. Her mother had been killed by her father a long time ago, and now her father was in jail, and being sentenced to death.

I noticed Autumn standing with a few other children, who were all smiling up at her. It was the children from the pizzeria. At least they were here.

"We are gathered here today, to remember the young girl Autumn was." The owner of the pizzeria said. I sighed. "Fazbears is closed, in honor of the girl we have lost." He said. "Her father, though broken now, was the one to help create the pizzeria, and Autumn will always have a piece of it as well."

"If only he knew how literal that was." She laughed as she stood next to me. "I have one of Foxy's eyes for gods sake." I chuckled at her.

"I would like to give her the five plush toys." I looked up at him. Five?

He carried a small box over to the wooden crate, and placed Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, and then Golden Freddy next to it. Golden Freddy.. That was someone we hadn't seen in a while. "May you forever rest in peace, my child."

Even though everyone else had the day off, I worked nights, so I still had to go in. I was walking, and Freddy looked at me. "So here we are." He said.

"Freddy, I know you're upset."

"Upset, Micheal?" He asked. "I'm furious. We lost the last chain of this pizzeria, because she decided to go against my better judgement. He was my creator."

"Well, when you think about it, he was her creator too, that's her father!" I snapped.

"Well, then he'd be my father too!" Freddy yelled back, jumping off the stage and walking towards me.

I glared at him, but walked towards him. "I'm not afraid of you, Fazbear." I said.

"You should be, Schmidt."

"Break. It. Up!" Bonnie ran over, and stood between us. "Are you serious? Don't you think we're all upset?" Freddy and I silent. "Mike lost his girlfriend, and we basically lost a sister. So..." His voice box started to get static like. "Don't you think.. We can stop fighting?"

I forgot. As robots, they can feel emotion, but copying that emotion is difficult. Bonnie might be crying as a spirit, but in reality, his voice box sounds like it's breaking.

"You're right." I said, tears streaming down my face. "We all did lose someone.."

"Not exactly." We all looked up, to see Autumn hanging out there. "Mike.. It's gonna be okay." She smiled. "I'll always be with you. We can still free the children."

"But you.. We need to free you."

"I am the pizzeria Mike." She said, smiling. "I don't want to be free. This way, I can always hang out with you at work, and I can hang out with these guys." She pointed to the spirits.

"Maybe we don't need to be free." Foxy said. "We just need someone to hang out with us. Take care of us. Show us it's okay."

"Maybe we just need some reassurance." Chica smiled.

"Or someone to just show us right from wrong." A voice echoed. I knew that must of been golden Freddy. I looked at the group, and my girlfriend.

"Come on Mikey.." She smiled, holding out her hand. I held it, and smiled at her. "Besides... I think this is.. My Purpose.."