"P-please! Leave my family alone!" A man begged on his knees. Afton looked down on him, but his face was completely dark and the only thing visible on his face was his left eye.

They were in the living room of a house. The marble floors were stained with blood, and in the distance there laid a woman with blonde hair. Her arms were amputated, one eyeball forced out of its socket, her once beautiful blonde hair was stained with dried blood from where the body was left laying around. She was dead. Another victim had fallen to the hands of Afton, who was now on a killing spree after his fiasco in Heaven and Hell.

Meanwhile two children hid in their bedroom on the second floor, afraid but resisting the urge to sneak downstairs to see what was going on.

"Emily." Said Afton. The man went quiet all of a sudden. His eyes were wide and full of shock and anger.

"H-how—,"

"I was your father's 'best friend', before I killed your pathetic twin sister."

Afton cackled and it echoed throughout the whole house.

"I will come back for you. You can't run."

In a blink of an eye, the murderer disappeared and Sammy Emily was left alone, his wife gone and his children now afraid of him.

Meanwhile, in Hurricane, Utah, a woman with tied up blonde hair wearing a VR headset looked at her computer, sweating. The woman gulped and turned her back on it. She dreaded the time that he would come back to talk to her — to control her. She had never wanted to be involved in any of this, especially after the death of her friend Jeremy. On her desk was a name tag that read Vanessa.

"Vanny."

Vanessa jumped in fright and slowly turned back at the computer, which now flashed a purple colour. On the screen there was Afton, frowning and frustrated.

"You..." Vanessa muttered angrily.

"Not now my child." Said Afton. "We have business to do."

The forest was full of trees, making it hard to see. Alastor shrunk back to his original size. He rubbed his eyes, frustrated about the events that occurred earlier.

"Wow, just as I start to have a happy afterlife, he comes in and ruins it!" He grunted angrily under his breath. "Hell may not be a place I was expecting to be in the afterlife, but still, I had fun here."

Alastor held out his right hand and waited. But nothing happened. He stopped and raised an eyebrow. Had he lost his powers? Alastor was about to leave from his spot but noticed a figure in the background.

"Well well well... if it isn't Alastor the Radio Demon." A menacing voice called out. It was none other than Vox.

"You." Alastor snarled, but instead of the smirk he always gave to Alastor, Vox sighed.

"Shush now, I'm here to help you." Vox folded his arms as Alastor stared at him with disbelief.

"You... what?" The Radio Demon tilted his head. "What the heck?"

"That weasel Afton. He is one of the biggest problems I've had." Alastor raised an eyebrow, folding his arms. "Aside from you. By the way, this is the first time I've never seen you not smile." Vox tapped his foot twice.

Alastor was in deep thought. How long had he been frowning? After years, he was now turning back into Mike. Guess he'll always be Mike, no matter what happens.

"Well, since there's no other choice, I'll help you. Be grateful I'm not attacking you right now." Said Alastor.

"Pfft, haha! Is that actually because you don't have powers? Ha- OOF!" Vox was cackling until Alastor's staff came and plunged into him.

"Hm, seems like the forest makes it laggy. Oh well. How may I be of service?" Alastor put on his demon smile.

Vox stood up and dusted off his vest, unamused. He snapped his fingers and a portal appeared behind him.

"Follow me."

Henry sat in the corner of the room. A lot of things, terrible things, had happened during the few hours in hell. "Henry?"

Eleanor stood in front of Henry. She noticed that he seemed a bit bummed out about something. "What's wrong?"

The angel jumped and gulped. At this point Eleanor frowned, deeply concerned for her uncle. He was sweating, although it was 7 degrees celcius in the forest, and Henry was sitting near the entrance, where there was nothing to cover it.

"Henry." Eleanor said in a stern voice. He still said nothing. Fredbear noticed this and walked over to sit beside Henry.

Sighing, Eleanor sat down on the other side of Henry and patted his back soothingly. "I'm here. Please tell me, what's wrong?"

"I- I feel like he has other plans. Terrible ones."

"Such as?"

The angel stood quiet, then widened his eyes in worry and horror. He blinked as his eyes started glowing white.

"Oh no..." Muttered Henry. He blinked again and his eyes were back to normal.

"W-what's wrong?" Eleanor was at loss of what to do.

"My son. Sammy."

Eleanor's eyes widened. She hadn't heard that name in a long time since she went face to face with a robot Charlotte.

Not until now.

Sammy Emily sat at his table, shaking. The Policeman were walking around the house, attempting to search for any clues that would prove the entity's existence. Apparently they didn't believe what Sammy told them, instead they 'suspected' him of murdering his own wife.

His wife, the woman who cared for him after the time he was separated from his father and his twin sister, was dead. Her blood stained the marble floors. The authorities had taken away the body for autopsy and the children were anonymously taken to child services. They all treated him like he was the criminal.

Sammy couldn't feel any emotions, for his heart was completely destroyed. Not even his children would be able to help.

A policeman came up to him. "Mr Emily, you are arrested for the murder of Mrs Emily." At this moment Sammy's eyes widened, his mouth hanging open. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"I'm sorry-"

"You will have time to say your sorry in court." The policeman cut him off, putting cuffs on the man. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you..."

Sammy's ears weren't listening. It was all silent due to his conscience. He couldn't understand why he was the murderer here. Did his children do this? Do they not believe him?

He was forced into the backseat of the car by the policeman as he shut the door. The neighbours were all outside their houses watching him. Some had their hands on their hips, some were shaking their heads. Everyone now thought he was the criminal. When Sammy looked to his right, an old lady, Mrs Beckham, was staring at him with a worried look. Tears swelled up in Sammy's eyes. He loved Mrs Beckham. She was like a mother to him. But now that he had to leave her shattered his heart. All because of a stupid accusation. Mrs Beckham was the only one who didn't appear to be assuming who Sammy was in the police's eyes. He looked away and at his hands, ashamed.

Suddenly in the corner of his eye, a silhouette was sitting in the passenger's seat, resulting in him flinching and regaining his hearing.

"Sam Emily." Said the silhouette in a dark, mysterious tone. Sammy kept his guard up — he didn't like being addressed by his formal name, nor did he feel trust in it.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Sammy blurted out, fear rising in him. The silhouette said nothing, which angered Sammy even more than he was.

"They will explain later, for you are in danger." Said the silhouette, earning a confused response from Sammy, "I'm sorry, who? Who are they?"

"They, is who I will be taking you to."

"Where?"

"You will see."

"I am not going then."

"This is not an option. You don't have a choice."

"Out of all the people in the world, why me? What is so special about me?"

Annoyed by Sammy's persistence, the silhouette said nothing but turn on the engine of the police car, as it started to move north without the requirement of a driver. The silhouette remained in the passenger's seat as the radio started playing. Sammy looked out of the window — none of the police officers were paying attention to the car. Now he understood why people didn't trust the authorities — they bury themselves in their attention regarding the crime they're solving and ignore the small details of importance.

"Everyone is dumb, I guess." Muttered Sammy.

Sammy watched from inside the car as the beige coloured building he once called home became smaller and soon, disappeared. As he turned to the front, he immediately was struck with shock, gaping. There was a freaking portal metres away in front of the car. A real one.

"You WHAT?!" Henry practically screamed his lungs out. Everyone in the shack jumped and turned to look at him. His eyes were wide and full of fear. The silhouette from earlier stood silently in front of Henry.

"What's going on?" Asked Cassidy, floating over to the scene. Henry grunted frustratingly.

"We lost Sammy!" He shouted. "William managed to swipe him from the car just before Silhouette drove him into the portal to Heaven!"

Fredbear and Eleanor shared looks with each other. They didn't like where this conversation was going at all. They all still needed to find Alastor, he could be still lost in the forest attacked by demons and Afton.

"That pesky rabbit..." Muttered Andrew.

"I suggest we head back." Lucifer broke the silence. Looks of confusion were dumped onto him like bricks in response. "Listen, if we stay here, Afton would only grow more dangerous and our chances of stopping him would decrease."

"Where did you come from?" Asked Angel, turning his head to look at possible ways Lucifer could've entered without noticing. Lucifer deadpanned as Charlie slapped Angel's head.

"Ow!" Said Angel, rubbing his head.

"I agree." Replied Andrew, acting sensible for once. "You all can head back, Cassidy and I will keep track of Afton and alert you when he's nearby."

This time everyone else's faces showed determination instead of confusion. One by one, they climbed out of the hut.

Fredbear was the last one. As he starts to climb out of the shack, Andrew holds him back.

"Huh?" Fredbear looks back with an eyebrow raised.

"Listen, C.C, you take care, okay?" Said Andrew in a soft voice. Fredbear was shocked.

"Aww, someone's going soft!" Snickered Cassidy. Andrew immediately took note of this and let go.

"I mean... Uh..." He stuttered, dumbfounded. Fredbear only laughed heartily.

"Thanks, good luck to you guys too."

And there they parted ways again.