Once she was back in the office, Saphira got to work on figuring out what the Foxy plush had hidden inside it. Springtrap was extremely intrigued by it as the both knew it was heavier than it should be. There didn't appear to be anything unusual about the toy at first, but a mastermind could easily open a stuffed toy and sew it back together and no one would even know it was there. But Saphira was prepared to check the toy thoroughly to make sure she didn't miss anything.

The first thing Saphira did was life the eye patch, and she widened her eyes when she saw a camera lens looking back at her. "Huh. Wow, look at this." She showed Springtrap the camera lens. "Seems like there was some recording. I wonder if it was by a customer, because I don't think Mike or Afton would have done it."

Springtrap looked at the toy curiously, wondering why a camera had been placed inside it. "If it was, why would they do that?"

"Maybe they are a creep and wanted to record the actions going on in the bedroom," Saphira responded with a grimace. "I can't see if it is still on." She turned the toy over and felt the back of the plush for a moment. She felt velcro on the tip of her fingers and began to pull on it. "This toy does have velcro. Someone definitely made some modifications to it."

Springtrap frowned as this was concerning to him. If this was done by a customer, then it was possible they have caught a lot. "Would someone see and here everything externally?"

"Once I grab out the camera, I can tell you if that is the case." She opened the door and reached inside, grabbing the camera inside. She huffed as the camera was stuck in the toy very snug and it took a bit of effort to pull it out. Once she managed to pull out the camera, she saw the light was on. "Yep, this thing was recording, but it's not a camera that can connected to a remote computer."

"That is good. I think I would be worried about the person who left there." Springtrap turned his head when he heard the Freddles moving inside the vents. Saphira heard it too and shuddered a little. "But is it even worth it?" He looked at her worryingly. "Afton may not like it."

"That would depend what we find on the camera." She looked up as she heard Bonnie walking in. He had come with her to the office before, but he had left as he thought he heard another person. "Did you find another trespasser?"

Bonnie shook his head. "No, I did not. I am happy about that though. We don't need anyone else to be breaking in here tonight." He looked at the Foxy plush and the camera Saphira was holding. "I see you were right about assuming something was inside that toy."

"Yeah. Now I am going to see if I can replay what is on the camera." She looked at the eye patch and saw it was a transparent, not the original cloth that was used. She looked at the camera screen, pressing buttons to click through the recordings. "We should be able to see and hearing everything on here."

"What will do with it after?" Bonnie asked curiously. "I am sure Afton is going to want to see this too, and maybe even hurt you."

"I'll probably have one of you destroy the camera." Springtrap and Bonnie widen their eyes in surprise at her response. "This cannot go back to its owner. That would be the best thing to do."

"Well, I guess if that's the way to go, sure, but…" Springtrap looked at the vent worryingly. "That won't stop Afton from doing something to you if we see and hear something that we aren't meant to."

"We will have to wait and see." She continued going through the recordings, which was a lot, until she saw Mike and the young man she presumed is Ethan. "Alright, I found the right recording. Hopefully I will not regret watching it." She knew it was a little too late to be saying that, but she wanted to see and hear what had happened.

She pressed play, and there was the sound of the bedroom door slamming. "I don't get it, uncle!" The young boy shouts at Mike. "I have always supported you and Afton in making these animatronics. I always thought you were making them for good reasons. I never knew you and him were psychopaths!"

"We aren't psychopaths!" Mike snapped back, standing in front of the bed as he glared at his nephew. "We are masterminds! The animatronics are his creation, and they thrive in this facility. But I do think they're a little too soft with how they treat that girl."

"Why do you think that?" Ethan asked in confusion. "Wasn't she a favorite among the animatronics? I think it is normal for them to not want to kill someone they have learned to love. Why do you want the girl dead?"

"She knows too much!" Mike snapped angrily. "But now, for whatever reason, Afton wants to keep her alive for some kind of game. He hasn't even told me why he is doing this. I think it's ridiculous!"

"Afton clearly has a reason. I think going against him will be bad, I know he's becoming irritated with you, uncle. Maybe you shouldn't be saying such things, even though we are in this bedroom." Ethan looked genuinely concerned. "That girl seems nice, I don't know why you want her dead."

"I already told you why! And I am sure she's already been snooping, and she might even soon figure out where Afton lives and finds out how the animatronics are made!" Mike groaned as he rubbed his forehead. "You don't understand the position I am in. I am hoping the nightmare animatronics will do the job for me. Afton has assured me that they will, but I don't have confidence. Look how pathetic Springtrap turned out to be." Saphira flinched when she heard Springtrap clenching his hands after hearing that. She knew he did not appreciate that at all. "I expected him to be aggressive…and he became that only once that little brat stopped coming to the attraction. That really made me happy."

Saphira bit her lip as she wasn't expecting to hear that about her. But she kept herself composed as she listened. Ethan shakes his head. "I really can't believe you said that. Besides, from what I see, the animatronics all have their own personality. It doesn't matter if you hope they turn out to be killers. They are like you and me. They can make choices. If they were real animatronics and not things made with beating hearts and blood flowing through their veins, then they can be programmed."

"I still expected their brains to be programmed to a certain degree," Mike said with a sigh. "I don't know why you have an issue, Ethan. Afton is playing some stupid game, and I want nothing to do with it! I want that girl dead!"

"But…Afton will kill you if you disobey him," Ethan said slowly, rubbing his arms gently as he tried to reason with his uncle. "Do you really want that?" He sighed and looked away from his uncle. "Maybe you should let me take control for a while."

Mike glared at his nephew in surprise. "What did you say?"

"I think if you keep going like this, Afton is going to kill you," Ethan reasoned gently. "You can't act like this place is yours, because it isn't. This place belongs to Afton, and you know it." Mike clenched his hands as he listened quietly. "I love you, but you are only going to end up being murdered."

"I see how it is." Mike took a deep breath and both Saphira and Springtrap see Mike pull out a machete, startling Ethan. "You are on his side." Ethan stepped back nervously as he heard the coldness in Mike's voice. "I plan on taking out Afton. Once I have perfected building the animatronics under his teaching, I will get rid of him and build better animatronics who will listen to me, and not with their hearts and minds."

"I-I-I didn't think you we-were like this." The young man was very nervous now, and Saphira knew that Ethan saw Mike differently now. "Please, uncle. I didn't know that was your plan."

"I just know you're against me…" He shoved Ethan to the wall, taking him and the young man off camera. Saphira was a little nervous about what she was going to see. "And I can't have that, even from my own family!"

She flinched as she heard the sound of the machete slicing into Ethan's body. He cried out, but was cut off by Mike slapping his hand over his mouth, and Saphira saw blood already splashing onto the floor. It took a few minutes before the young man's body was dropped in front of the camera. But Mike did not seem to be done and he raised the machete and she widened her eyes when he back hacking at the limbs.

Saphira shuddered and closed the screen against the camera. "I don't need to see that part."

Springtrap stood there as he was shocked by what he has heard. "That…That answers a lot of questions." He was in disbelief, as was Bonnie. "I…I don't know what to say."

Saphira nodded in agreement. She jumped when she heard the vent cover open and one of the Freddles walked own. "Uh…I guess Afton heard all of that."

"It would seem so." Springtrap glared at the Freddle. "And he might punish you for it."

Saphira watched the Freddle climb onto the desk and walked closer to Saphira before reaching and snatching the camera from her hands roughly. She gasped as the claws graze the sides of her hands, making her grimace slightly and watched the Freddle jump off the desk and run back into the vent.

"Well…I guess there goes the idea of smashing that camera to pieces," Bonnie said softly as the vent cover closed and he looked at Saphira. "Are you okay? That was a lot of information to process. And now that Afton has the camera…"

"I honestly think he'll be more mad at Mike," Saphira interrupts, looking at Bonnie. "He did want me to play the game, and he wants to get rid of Mike himself. And knowing that Mike actually wants to take him out…I think that is going to be interesting to watch. We shouldn't really get in between them."

"Though you kind of already are in between," Springtrap said objectively, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he thought about the whole situation. "Mike actually seems to be like Afton, but he's more willing to remove those who he suspects are in his way to get what he wants. Whereas, Afton seems more calculated." He was starting to understand a lot more, but there were also many new questions that he wanted to have answered. "It seems as though we have something more complicated to consider."

"It would seem that way." Saphira looked at the tablet as she heard the alert and hit reboot and leaned back, rubbing her face. "I guess we should try and play along for a little while. I am concerned Mike will try something, but hopefully he won't. Especially now that Afton has the evidence, and I have no doubt he'll use it against Mike."

"I agree." Springtrap frowned with a huff. "And it makes me realize that, even if you chose to leave, he would find someone else to use as a tool for whatever he plans to do. Seems like Afton would have used anyone."

"I agree with you on that. But you wouldn't have been able to befriend anyone new like you have with me. We already had an established bond, even if it was tarnished from an accident many years ago." Saphira hummed softly as she thought about everything she has learned and been through. "I think there is something in particular that Afton wants me to achieve, that is all I know."

"Whatever it will be, we will be right by your side," Bonnie reassured gently with a gentle smile. "Would it be silly if I told you I have thought of you like my own child?" She looked at him in surprise and shook her head with a smile on her face. "I never really realized how I felt until you were about six. And now I just want to protect you. But given the circumstances, I feel like I am…kind of powerless."

"You are not the only one. We can only protect Saphira inside this attraction. And even then, we have no idea what lies ahead of us." Springtrap looked at Saphira, and she saw there was a different emotion in his face that she did not recognize. "Saphira, since things seem like they are going to heat up, I hope you will be okay."

"I hope. It seems like even though it has only been a few weeks since I started, things are just going too fast." Saphira felt as thought she was very overwhelmed and, even though she still planned to sneak here on Friday, she knew she had to be careful. "If you guys can try and be attentive to things around the attraction, that will help. I already have plans of my own, and I intend to go through with them. I don't think it is going to change the situation here, but I know it will at least help me understand things a lot better."

"I am not sure I understand, but as long as you are safe and don't put yourself in any further danger, then I guess it will be okay. But I think it no longer matters. We're dealing with two very different people. And it makes me angry because we don't kill because we hate, or want to play a game. We kill for food, and…it feels wrong." Springtrap saw Saphira smile at him, and he frowned. "Why are you smiling?"

"Because you really are so kind, Spingtrap. You probably would not want to hurt people if you had a choice. And you know the difference between killing for food, versus pleasure and just general hate." Saphira could see that Springtrap still seemed unconvinced, and that was fine. "I know it might surprise you that I feel this way, but the fact you see senseless killing as wrong, makes you a good person."

"Mmm…I guess…but we still kill." Springtrap still knew they killed, and should be seen as monsters. But learning more about Mike and Afton, and their motivations definitely made him start to think that they were the proper definition of monsters. Even if he still saw their ways of wanting to kill as wrong, he still felt some shame for killing humans for food. Mostly because he had almost killed Saphira for that reason, and out of vengeance. "Now that we have gone and done all that, what shall we do for the rest of the night? Do you still want to do some singing?"

"Not really. My mind is kind of running around with so many questions right now, it's actually giving me a headache." Saphira really just wanted to remain in the office for a while because there was a lot to think about. "I probably will just do the boring thing and stay here the rest of the night." She glanced at her watch. "There are only a few hours left anyway before the end of my shift. This night has truly been eventful."

"It most certainly has." Springtrap hummed softly and smiled at her. "How about some sketching?" She shrugged as she didn't know if she felt like that. "Well, how about I sketch something and show you? Maybe that will help take your mind off things."

She appreciated the effort he was trying to give to her, and she actually thought about it before she nodded. "Yeah. I think I would like that. You have really good skills for someone who is new at sketching. I would love to see what you draw." She grabbed his sketchbook and some pens before handing them to him. "Let's see what you can do."

Springtrap took hold of the sketchbook and opened it to an empty page before he began sketching. Bonnie watched him for a moment before looking at Saphira. "Do you want anything more to eat or drink, Saphira?" She shakes her head with a polite smile. "At least that Freddle's scratch wasn't deep enough to cause a cut." She looked at her hands as she saw the red lines on the side of her hands. They were stinging a little, but not enough to bother her greatly. "Are they bothering you?"

She chuckled softly at Bonnie's concern. "You know, I know you said you see me as a daughter and that you probably want to do things a father does. But I am fine, Bonnie. You don't need to ensure that I am well, unless I really need help. These scratches will heal. I might put ointment on them later, but that's all I can do."

"Alright, I was just making sure." Bonnie turned to walk out of the office. "I didn't want to leave you feeling uncomfortable, even though I am sure you feel uncomfortable from what you have seen and heard on that camera."

"Yep, that is what has made me the most uncomfortable," Saphira said affirmatively. "I am glad I managed to turn off the camera before we saw him chopping his nephew into pieces." She shivered at the very thought. "I know you guys rip pieces off but…I try not to think about it."

"And we make sure that we do our best for you to not be exposed to it," Springtrap said as he continued to sketch without looking up at her. "Though our best hasn't always worked. But I suppose that's just something we have to deal with."

Saphira could not disagree with that. "I suppose I shall leave the two of you alone," Bonnie said with a smirk. "I really hope things don't get heated up…but I have a bad feeling." She looked at him through the window in surprise. "I believe it is what humans would call a gut feeling. And I don't like it."

Saphira didn't particularly like hearing that, but she knew that he could also be right. "We will just have to face it when it happens, Bonnie. You can always come back. There's still a few hours left before I leave."

"I know. But I'll leave you alone." Bonnie winked at her before he walked away.

She shrugged a little and looked at Springtrap. He was still sketching, and she wondered what he was drawing. She suspected maybe it was something of his imagination. Kind of like what he's already drawn. She knew he wants to see the outside world, and Saphira wondered how she could help him. She did see something that the animatronics could do. With the prison system being full of criminals on death row, the animatronics could potentially help with that problem. It wasn't the best way for criminals to go, but it would offer a solution.

Convincing the government would be so difficult if I tried to do that.

It was still something to consider. But Saphira now had to think about so many other things. Mike seemed to be more of a danger to her than Afton was. In the sense, that he was more abrupt and brutal with his actions. In the long term, Afton definitely would be more dangerous. But Afton wanted to get rid of Mike. Maybe Afton already knew of his rash, dangerous behavior and wanted to get rid of him for it. But now he had ammunition against him. And this wasn't even Saphira's fault. Someone left the camera there randomly, and it simply recorded what went on in that room.

Spectacular luck, it would seem.

Saphira didn't know why no one seemed to suspect Mike of odd actions after leaving that room stinking of bleach. That seemed completely weird. But maybe the staff were used to it, or they seemed to know more than they let on. And maybe Mike had threatened them. There were so many different reasons, and she didn't know what to think on that. At least the room should not smell too horrid by morning now that she has opened the window in that room.

She looked at Springtrap as she was curious about what he was sketching. She knew it could be anything, but he was concentrating. There was still an expression on his face she didn't recognize. It was different than the rest. He was smiling, but it was a different smile. It actually made her blush slightly because she liked that smile. She looked away so she didn't get too focused on what he was doing, even though she was intrigued. She did not interrupt him at all.

After thirty minutes, Springtrap looked up from the sketchbook to see Saphira casually skimming through the cameras, and he smiled at her. "I have finished." She turned to look at him and he looked at the picture he had drawn. "I hope…I hope you like it. It is how I see you."

"How you see me? What does that mean?" Saphira asked curiously. "I don't think I have heard you say that to me before."

Springtrap just smiled and turned the book around, and Saphira widened her eyes to see the Springtrap had sketched a picture of her. And she saw in the image she was wearing a dress, matching the dresses she had playfully tried on a few weeks ago. She had not expected Springtrap to hold onto that memory, and yet, the way he drew her made look like she was extra beautiful. Standing in front of mirrors, looking to the side with a gently smile and braids in her hair, it was a beautiful image.

Saphira felt her cheeks heat up as she stared at the image and shook her head in disbelief. "Wow…that is…wow…" She looked at Springtrap as he was smiling at her, and he also seemed to be a little nervous. "You see me that way?" He nodded as she was so surprised. "I…I don't know what to say, Springtrap. It kind of looks like…that…" She didn't know if she could finish the sentence and she looked away, feeling her heartrate beating quickly. "It is very beautiful, Springtrap. You make me very jealous of your skills, and I am glad I taught you to sketch."

Springtrap observed Saphira and he saw how she reacted. He smiled, even though she has not openly said anything. "I am glad you love it, Saphira. It makes me happy." He turned the book to look at the page again. "I am glad you came back, Saphira." She turned her head slightly to look at him while she listened. "I know I was horrible, and my pain was doing the talking. But I am glad you came back. I am not sure how my life would be now. It was miserable."

"At least you don't have to be miserable anymore. Kind of like me." She smiled at him, and he looked at her. She lifts her hand to grab a strand of her hair to twirl with her finger. "But…" She glanced at the book again and looked at the monitor. "I suppose you would have been used to that way of living. Killing the security guard each week. Taking your anger out of trespassers."

"Yeah, I did, I must admit that. It's kind of a blur, if I am honest. It was like that…the life I was living was not real." He grimaced a little at his description. "Does that even make sense?"

"Yeah, it does." She looked at him and smiled at him. "That's what grief had done to me, Springtrap. I felt like I was living in a blur for a long time. I might be almost done with school, but I don't remember much of my teenage years. It's my childhood that I remember the most."

Springtrap nodded as he understood. He closed the sketchbook and placed it on the desk. "I suppose it is something the brain does to protect itself…right?"

She hummed a little and raised her hand to rotate them slightly. "Yes and no. If it was a traumatic event on the brain, yes. If it was what we went through, not really. I would think because we were following through our lives through emotions, that is likely what has impacted our memory. And we focused on the negative things, which didn't help."

"Yeah…I guess you are right. I know I bring it up a lot, but…as much as the others have witnessed, you seem to understand what I have been through. And I am grateful." His smile widened and he watched her cheeks redden again. He already knew she was blushing and he loved seeing her blush, it made him feel special. "What do you plan to do on Friday?"

"I guess I'll just do schoolwork," Saphira responded with a shrug. "There isn't much I'll be able to do, since Mike is going to be here. Hopefully he won't do anything stupid…but he's already done that."

Springtrap nodded in agreement. "Just as long as you don't have something planned. I am not sure how I would feel if you did."

Saphira did not say anything as she knew he would disapprove. But it was something she had to do. Even if Afton does discover the tracker she plants on the vehicle he uses to transport the animatronics, it could be too late. Saphira was going to do it, and she wanted to do it to get some more answers. Plus, she might even get to see the animatronics Afton kept in his confines. That is, if he kept them in a building or some place else of course.

For the rest of the night, Springtrap remained with Saphira. He had asked Saphira what stories she loved the most. He was surprised to hear she loved the Hunger Games series. He already knew of it because Golden Bonnie had spoken of it, but never paid much attention. But when Saphira explained the story to him, he was intrigued. And Saphira was more than happy to tell him the story of the first book. She stated that Katniss is a girl she liked a lot. Considering Katniss was thrown into the games, and never intended on becoming a leader of anything and just wanted to survive, her perseverance was something to be inspired by. And Springtrap was able to understand why. Even though he has questioned if it was possible that kind of world could exist. And she said that it could. But at least it was just a story.

Springtrap was just happy to hear her tell him the story. It made him feel closer to her, and watching her light up as she spoke about it made his heart warm. He hoped that someday he could be brave enough to tell her how he felt. He knew he had expressed some of it in the sketch, and she noticed. But he knew that expressing it verbally will be different. Maybe someday he will. Whether or not that someday will ever come.