Mike spent the entire day searching for a new job without thinking about Freddy even once, but no opportunities were presenting themselves. Only this pizzeria wanted him to renew his service. It was becoming almost comical. As if the universe was openly mocking him while keeping him alive. The young man finally sat down on the couch in his small apartment to reassess his situation. He had the choice between ending up on the streets or getting killed by animatronics. The paycheck from Freddy's was mediocre, but it could somehow stabilize his situation. And besides... asking his father for help was out of the table.

"I've been lucky for five nights, I won't risk dying on the sixth," he thought to himself as he took a sip of coffee.

It was decided. He was going to forever part ways with the franchise created by William Afton and Henry Emily. However, he had forced himself to forget one detail. That soft voice. In addition of taking away his brother, Golden Freddy acted like his victim, probably to drive him mad.

"It wasn't that goddamn machine that killed him... it was his stupid brother," Mike sighed.

Despite all these years, he had never moved on the bite of '83 and all the horrors he had subjected his brother to before that tragic party. The torrents of tears hadn't been enough to awaken him from his madness. It took his blood to flow for Michael to finally open his eyes. It took hearing the flatline in the hospital to realize how much he loved his little brother. However, Fredbear didn't seem particularly hostile and then... how could he possibly pass through a closed door? And why did he simply say, "It's me"? Mike didn't personally know him or... Someone wanted to convey a message to him. Maybe it really was his brother.

"It's not possible, Evan is dead," he said somberly.

Yet, just five days ago, he believed that the animatronics couldn't express emotions. He thought that the children's giggles in the corridors were just his imagination, much like the voice of his little brother. Something was wrong with William Afton's restaurant, that was certain. But was it truly haunted? The young man grabbed his phone and dialed the pizzeria's number.

Evan hadn't emerged from his hiding spot for what felt like an eternity. Unlike before when he was alive, no one saw him, and thankfully so. He didn't want other kids pointing their fingers at him and laughing. The young Afton simply buried his head into his knees and cried silently. Besides, the tears of souls weren't real. He saw fewer pairs of children's legs as the day went on. No one sat at his table; the little ghost had deliberately chosen a table in the shadows. Someone suddenly jumpscared him.

"Hey Ev! What are you doing all alone under this crappy table?" Cassidy asked cheerfully.

"Shut... shut the fuck up, Cass," the little boy murmured.

"Whoa, looks like we need a swear jar for you."

Evan just responded with a tearful glare.

"Come out, we're not going to eat you," she chuckled.

Evan simply turned his gaze away from the girl he shared Golden Freddy with.

"But I still don't understand why you want to defend your father."

The crying child suddenly emerged from his hiding spot and faced the girl, their noses almost touching. Cassidy shivered, Evan's look when he was truly angry was like William's.

"I didn't want to kill my brother! It's not that hard to understand!," he roared.

The girl nervously laughed and motioned for her friend to sit on the table next to her.

"Wow, calm down, Evan. It would be a shame to cause damage to this shithole."

The boy accepted, but kept his arms crossed. An long silence separated them, until the girl took the first step.

"What would you do if Michael was in front of you?" she suddenly asked.

Evan furrowed his brows.

"Answer, Evan. I want to know," she ordered calmly.

"Where are you going with this, Cass? He was already in front of me! I let him live, but... I couldn't really talk to him," he confessed.

"It's pathetic."

"What?"

"Remind me how you died."

The little boy nervously swung his feet.

"I... I... I don't want to talk about it."

"Do it, and I'll convince the others that Mike Schmidt isn't our killer."

After a long moment, Evan nodded and took a deep breath.

"Fredbear bit me," he replied simply.

Cassidy flashed a mischievous smile.

"But what else? Fredbear was just a killing machine! Who was the killer?"

"Mikey isn't a killer! He wanted to play a prank! It was an accident... just an accident."

"Are you sure? Yet... the first time I saw you, you told me about all the times he locked you in the dark. All the times he jumpscared you with that Foxy mask. All the times you begged him to stop, cried at his feet. And one day... on your birthday, he..."

"Shoved my head in Fredbear's mouth to make fun of me," Evan murmured.

"Is it just an accident or... does he enjoy making you suffer?"

Evan shook his head.

"He apologized, I heard him at the hospital."

"And you, have you forgiven him?" Cassidy finally asked.

The boy remained silent. The girl approached the young Afton.

"You know? The second your father slit my throat, I wanted revenge. If I were in your place, I'd love to see your brother's head stuck in an animatronic, just to make him feel what you went through."

"But... but I don't want to be like him!" he stammered.

"Who told you to kill him? You can give him a scare, a little prank like he did to you. You told me about your nightmares, why shouldn't he have the same fate as you?"

"I don't know..."

Cassidy took his hand.

"Believe me, when you get your revenge, you'll feel better."

Evan was terribly confused. He slowly lifted his head towards the girl with the black pigtails who was giving him a gentle smile. He knew he was naive but he still trusted Cass. He remembered how Michael treated him, rejected him, insulted him. It was because of him that he felt so insignificant. He was bullied by his own big brother without a hint of remorse. It had to end in murder for him to finally apologize.

"But it's too late, Mikey," he thought.

Without thinking, he embraced Cassidy and cried on her shoulder.

"I... I don't think I can forgive him," he announced with a trembling voice.

She caressed his back.

"Don't worry, Evan. I'll teach you the art of vengeance."

Despite her sweet words, she kept that smug smile. She was still convinced that Mike Schmidt was William Afton and that Evan didn't even want to admit it to himself. And to succeed in her revenge, the young Afton had to fully join the cause of the missing children.

Michael Afton was going to spend a sixth night at Freddy's in two days.