A/N: Thanks for all the kind reviews everyone! I'm glad you guys really liked the last chapter. There's a lot of division over which Afton was Shadow Freddy. Good...I like to keep you in suspense :) Though I promise I will clear everything up in time.

I downloaded FNAF 2 a week ago on Steam and tried to play it, but for some reason every time I try to play it the game crashes after I try to start a New game. I also noticed that I get an error that requires me to upload the application on the Steam App folder when I try to open it the first time, and that this Application disappears from that folder every time the game crashes. If anybody has had a similar issue and can help me fix this, that would be very much appreciated.

Blazing Groudon: I don't consider Henry's actions to be evil since most of the animatronics at this point can't even be considered human anymore. Springtrap is the Purple Guy and needed to fucking die especially since he became even more murderously savage as an animatronic. Elizabeth/Baby was corrupted by Baby's evil programming and the only way to free her from being mentally enslaved/insane was to destroy Baby. And Molten Freddy was never human to begin with and his dialogue indicates that he's basically gone insane too. All of these animatronics would have done a lot worse evil if they were allowed free reign, and I'd argue that letting them do whatever they wanted is an even worse sin than destroying them since Henry would be doing nothing when he could have stopped them, ended the tragedy, and freed the souls (the whole them of evil wins by good doing nothing applies here).

The only two I could see your argument apply to are Lefty/the Puppet and Michael Afton. But Henry had a plan to get Michael out of harm's way and the only reason why he didn't is because Michael wanted to die. And as for Lefty/Mary, I'll be addressing that in much more detail later but all you need to know for now is that the two of them worked together to bring the rest of the animatronics down (this PROBABLY didn't happen in canon but it did in my story).

I think the church declared that in some cases suicide isn't always a sin, since the person may not always be in their right mind (the best example being depression). And some of the tapes from FNAF6 sound very much like Henry was going through some serious depression even though his voice sounds calm (and considering everything that's happened to him, his family, and his franchise, I can't blame him one bit). Also, one could interpret his going down with the pizzeria as a sacrifice to make ABSOLUTELY DAMN SURE that the animatronics were destroyed and no more tragedy would happen (ironically enough, Mary in my fic teleported OUT of the pizzeria and to safety with the exact same goal in mind). Either way, no, Henry isn't in Hell.

Jacko: What FNAF world reference? I don't get it.

Guest: Not sure.

Chapter 32 – Spectral Shopping

For the next few days after their mission, Mike started leaving the house periodically, his only explanation being that "he needed to meet with someone important." Both he and Liz adamantly refused to discuss whatever they had done together, and the other ghost kids gave up trying to get answers from Liz when it was clear that she wouldn't talk. With their options limited, the family decided to go back to their normal daily routine. Since Mike didn't have as much time to take care of the house as he normally did thanks to his outings, the kids decided to do some clean-up around the house to make his life a little easier while he was out.

"You guys did a really nice job!" Mike complimented when he came back and saw their work. "It's good to know that my house is in good hands while I'm gone."

Cassidy grinned. "Only the best for you, dad!"

"I guess if there's one good thing about being a ghost, it's that our clothes don't ever get dirty when we clean the house," Susie commented as she finished cleaning up a sponge in the sink.

"Thank God for small mercies," Fritz muttered. "I mean, imagine how much it would suck to wear these clothes if they got all disgusting and crap for our cleaning!"

"That's the only good thing though." Jeremy added as he looked at his purple shirt with a frown. "We already have to wear these for the rest of our afterlives, at least before we pass on."

"You can't do anything about that?" Mike asked with a raised eyebrow. "I mean, correct me if I'm wrong, but you can change your forms, right? Back when I was telling you guys about my childhood, there was a moment when you guys looked like…well, you looked like how you did when you died," he reluctantly finished. "With creepy black fluid pouring out of empty eye sockets and a lot of terrible wounds all over your bodies. Cassidy really went all-out with the whole glowing red eyes thing. And Liz can outright turn into an animatronic," he glanced at Liz, who shrugged. "Although to be fair, her case seems to be different from the rest of yours."

"That specific example you mentioned is the only way we've ever transformed, as far as I can remember," Gabe replied. "It doesn't seem like a very major transformation either."

"Let's see what Mary thinks," Mike said as he picked up his cell phone and swiftly texted a message for her to join them. A few seconds later, the Marionette floated to their location.

"Is there something you need me for?" she asked.

"Yeah," Mike nodded. He gestured towards the ghosts. "We were just talking about how these kids have been wearing the same clothes as ghosts. I was asking them why they couldn't just transform their clothes into new ones. Since you're the closest thing to an expert here, CAN they transform their appearance like that?"

Mary shrugged. "Well, yeah," she replied nonchalantly.

The hallway instantly fell into silence as every member of the family, living or dead, stared at her. "Wait, what?" Jeremy asked slowly. "Could you…could you repeat that?"

"It's not that hard," Mary explained. "You just need to concentrate on what you want to look like and you'll take on that appearance. The principle isn't all that different from Liz's Scrap Baby form. Granted, her circumstances are unique compared to the rest of you and I doubt you'll be able to turn into anything beyond your human appearance, but it's pretty simple otherwise."

"And you're only mentioning this to us NOW?" Fritz asked disbelievingly.

"You never asked about it and I didn't think it was all that important," she brushed him off. "Besides, I'm inside the Puppet, so for me it didn't matter at all."

"We've been wearing the same goddamn clothes FOR OVER THIRTY YEARS!" the former Foxy inhabitant nearly shouted.

Mike cringed. "Okay, yeah, that actually does sound pretty shitty," he admitted. Ghost or not, that had to suck.

"Well, look on the bright side," Cassidy decided to step in. "At least we can change our clothes and stuff now!"

"Slight problem with that, Cass," Gabe interrupted. "Mike only has adult and guy clothes. At a stretch, that MIGHT work for half of us, but it definitely won't work for the other half."

"We'd have to go to a store or something to find clothes for you to look at. Maybe buy them to be safe so you can concentrate more easily. It's easy enough for me since I obviously don't have money issues. A mall would probably be the best bet if you guys can keep yourselves hidden," Mike muttered. It had been meant as an offhand comment, but six pairs of eyes suddenly looked straight at him.

"Can we, dad?" Susie begged, trying to give him her best impression of puppy-dog eyes. "Please?"

"Uh…you mean like now?" Mike asked. Six heads nodded as one in response. He thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Eh, fuck it. Why not. It's not like I have a better way to make use of my time." The ghosts all cheered and started chatting excitedly. He clapped his hands once and got all their attention again. "That being said," his tone suddenly became more serious, "this isn't just gonna be a social outing, you guys. This is the first time I'm bringing you out to a public place where you have a real risk of being spotted, and this is going to be my first test to you. Remember. Absolute secrecy. Invisibility and silence besides the telepathy. I don't want to hear anything about a creepy mall haunted by ghost kids or any variation of that. Got it?"

"Loud and clear!" Liz assured him, and the others gave their own responses of acknowledgment.

"Good, let me get ready and we'll be off in a couple of minutes," he turned to Mary. "I'm gonna need you to cast that silencing spell on them. Also, do you mind taking care of the house while I'm gone?"

"I'll be fine," Mary answered. "Enjoy yourself with your children, Mike."

"Will do," Mike replied with a grin. "Sooner I know that the kids can handle small stuff, then we can move on to bigger and better things. Let's see how this turns out."

Several Minutes Later…

"Why didn't we bring Mary with us?" Liz asked as Mike drove up to an empty spot in the mall's parking lot.

"Well, someone has to make sure the house doesn't burn down," Mike nonchalantly answered. "Besides, she's inside what's basically a physical body, so she can't simply make herself disappear like the rest of you. We actually talked about this when it was just us two around. Even if she could make the Puppet invisible, she can't make it intangible. There's a reason why she only got out of the house very few times the year before you showed up."

"That's kind of a bummer for her," Gabe commented. "I don't get why she doesn't just leave that Puppet already. Seems like she'd have a lot more freedom to do what she wants if she was a normal ghost like us."

"You'll have to ask her that, but when I asked her she wasn't ready to explain why yet," Mike told him, before looking at all of them. "Okay, guys, here's the plan. You have an hour to go floating around the different shops and look for clothes that you want. I'm ONLY dealing with clothes for now, cause if I tried buying anything beyond that I won't be able to carry it all out of the mall."

"Where are we gonna meet up with you after an hour?" Jeremy asked.

Mike showed them a map of the mall on his phone. "In the center of the mall, there's a really nice-looking fountain. When you're done, meet me at the fountain. I'll be waiting."

The kids grinned back and floated out of the car, severing their links to it as they did so. "This is your first real time out in the real world, kids. Be careful that you're not seen…but try and have some fun. First moments should always be special ones, after all."

Cheerful laughter and a chorus of heartfelt thank-yous answered him as the ghosts faded into invisibility. Mike couldn't help but smile. He knew in his heart that they felt would be fine.

/

After finding the fountain that Mike had told them about, the ghost children decided to split up in pairs and pursue their own interests. Gabe and Jeremy searched around the mall for things they were interested in, both quite relieved that their intangible nature made navigating around the crowds a nonissue.

Gabe had always been looked at as the leader of the children when Mary wasn't around to guide them, and he had been forced to mature to a higher degree to meet the expectations of his friends, now family. He had been hiding his thoughts behind the calm and collected persona that he had developed as a leader, but if he was honest with himself he was just as excited at the thought of getting new things for himself as the rest of them. With so many years gone by, he had almost forgotten what it was like to be a kid, forgotten his natural curiosity and eagerness to explore the rest of the world and what it had to offer.

"What am I interested in?" he asked himself. What was his style? What made him comfortable? Questions that should have been basic for any normal child, but ones that he honestly didn't have any answers to anymore. It almost made him sad to think about it. Mike had given so much of what they had lost back to them, but there were some miracles even he couldn't accomplish.

"Hey, Gabe!" Jeremy's voice cut through his thoughts. "I just found something really cool!"

"Coming, Jeremy!" Gabe answered back as he floated over to Jeremy's location. Once he arrived, Jeremy pointed at a T-Shirt that was held up on a rack.

"Look at that!" Jeremy declared excitedly. The T-shirt held a light blue color, almost like a gently flowing river. The front of the shirt was covered with the image of a forest, with a majestic mountain towering over the treetops and a river flowing underneath. The T-shirt was being held right next to pair of darker blue jeans. "That looks so cool! And it'll fit so well with those jeans too! I want those so badly!" He grinned. "Yep, that settles it. I'm definitely getting that shirt and jeans!"

Gabe couldn't help but feel his spirits lift at his brother's excitement. Maybe he was thinking about this too hard. Maybe he should just enjoy himself and go with the flow, without a care in the world just like normal children would.

"Earth to Gabe?" Jeremy snapped his fingers in front of his friend. "Hey, man. You're spacing out a lot. Snap out of it, bro."

"What? Oh, er…sorry."

"So what do you think you're gonna get?" Jeremy asked him. "Surely you can come up with something. Heck, I'll give you a hand if you really don't have a clue…"

Gabe smiled. There were some things to rediscover about himself and his childhood, some things that he wouldn't mind finding again on his own. "Let me give you an idea of what I'm looking for, Jer…"

/

"Oh my God, there's so many things we can choose from!" Susie shouted excitedly through her mental link to Cassidy. "It's like a dream come true!"

"I know, Sus!" her sister exclaimed. "I don't know what to pick!"

"If only we could try everything we wanted on," Susie wistfully murmured as she looked longingly at a red dress through a window. "But think of what we could do! We could get dad to get so many amazing-looking dresses and skirts and everything, I can finally get out of this stupid yellow shirt and look like those kids in those photos of Mr. Marshall's wedding!"

Cassidy frowned. "Maybe getting a bunch of dresses wouldn't be such a good idea," she commented.

Susie looked at her like she was crazy. "What are you talking about?" she asked incredulously.

"Here's the thing," Cassidy explained her thoughts. "I like dresses just as much as the next person, but the whole point of a dress is to look good around other people. Outside of some very, VERY specific times, we're gonna be hanging around home with just dad most of the time. So…what's the point of wearing a dress anyway?"

Susie's eyes widened in surprise. She honestly hadn't thought about that. "Besides," Cassidy continued, "dresses are kind of uncomfortable, aren't they? I mean, the clothes I'm wearing as a ghost feel like clothes I would've worn when I was alive. The way I see it, I might as well just make myself comfortable with something like a T-shirt."

"Uhm…"

Cassidy shook her head. "Don't let me stop you, Sus. If you really want a nice dress, go right ahead. Dad will get you whatever you want. Just be aware that it's not gonna be something you'll be able to show as much as you could when we were alive."

Susie thought about what her sister had said, then sighed. "When you put it that way, Cass…you've got a good point," she admitted. "Guess I got a bit carried away there," she added sheepishly.

Cassidy smiled at her sister. "There's nothing wrong with picking one or two," she assured her. "Just make sure you don't go overboard with it."

"Yeah," Susie returned the affection with one of her own. Cassidy's eyes suddenly caught something in a nearby store. "Ooh!" she gasped. "That yellow dress is going to look so good on me!"

Susie laughed. "Now who's the one obsessed with dresses?" she joked.

One of the passing shoppers suddenly stopped. "Wait, what?" he muttered. "Did I just see a girl or two disappear? I could have sworn..."

Cassidy's and Susie's eyes both widened in panic and they concentrated on making themselves invisible. The shopper looked around in confusion, his eyes sweeping past the spot where they were at. He finally gave up, looking annoyed with himself. "Geez man, get a hold of yourself," he grumbled as he walked away.

"Crap," Cassidy muttered. "That was close. We could've gotten caught."

"Yeah, we need to be more careful. Look, let's just make sure we remember anything we're interested in and we'll let dad handle the details," Susie suggested.

"I'm with you there," Cassidy agreed. She looked through the store windows again. "So I really want that one, and…"

/

"You seem to know you away around here, Fritz," Liz commented as Fritz guided her through the mall. "Seriously, how do you remember a place that you haven't been to for over 30 years?"

"Oh, I don't," Fritz cheerfully replied. "In fact, I have absolutely no idea where I'm going."

Liz had to resist letting out a bark of laughter, and even then, she couldn't hide an amused giggle. "Then why are you floating around as if you own the place?"

"I just know what I want right from the get-go," Fritz explained.

"Oh, really? Let's hear it, then."

Fritz turned a corner and his eyes lit up. "Here we go!" he exclaimed as he rushed towards the sports store, Liz trying not to fall behind. "Perfect!"

"What are you even going to do here?" Liz rolled her eyes once she caught up to him. "Be a football player or something? How are you even going to play sports?"

"Play sports?" Fritz repeated with a smirk. "With what hands? With what body? I'm not gonna play any sports, Liz. I just want some generic sports clothes. You know, the kind of thing that Dad wears whenever he goes out for a run in the backyard."

"But why, though?" Liz still didn't understand. "I still don't get it. Doesn't seem like it has much of a point to me."

Fritz shrugged. "Well, one could argue that changing our clothes as part of our ghostly appearance doesn't have much of a point to begin with. And I always liked to run around and be active, doesn't matter if I'm alive or dead. "And also," he added, "Dad seems like he's really chilled out and relaxed when he's in those clothes, even more than usual. And I want to be like him."

That last part, Liz could understand. Both for the worse…and for the better. "Is there something you're looking for in particular, or…?" she asked.

Fritz looked around and he beamed when he saw something that caught his eye. "Ooh!" He rushed towards a red sports shirt and black Nike pants. "This'll fit me perfectly!"

"It reminds you of Foxy, doesn't it?" Liz asked with a knowing smile.

"What can I say?" Fritz gave her a pirate-like grin. "I've always liked Foxy, and that never changed even after all the crap I've been through. But what about you, Liz?" he suddenly asked. "What do you want?"

Liz was taken aback by the question. "I…honestly don't know…" she admitted. "It's not something I ever really thought about."

"Anything you wore when you were alive?" Fritz asked.

"…I always wore things like what I'm wearing right now," Liz answered after a moment's thought. "My old dad always got me blouses and small skirts like this one," she pointed down at it. "But that's really all I can say."

"Well, you have two choices," her brother advised her. "Either you can ask Dad to get more of the same except better, or you can be adventurous and try something completely new. Personally, I think you should explore a bit and branch out from the things you're comfortable with, but that's just me." He made a face. "Besides, anything that separates you from what HE wanted is an OK in my book."

Liz considered his words carefully. He did have a very good point. What was the point of having the closest thing to a new life if all she did was more of the same? "I hope it's not bothering you or anything, Fritz, but…would you…would you mind helping me?" she asked after several seconds of hesitation. It was an innocent enough question, but Fritz knew better. Liz's demeanor over the past few days had gotten a lot brighter and she had a much better hold over her emotions than before. But he hadn't once forgotten the intense sadness he'd inexplicably felt from her presence the night she and Mike had gone out. He was absolutely certain he hadn't imagined it, and even now he could tell that there was still doubt and insecurity left over.

Fritz put an arm around his sister's shoulder. "Liz…" he answered, and there was the sincerity in his voice that he only rarely used. "Of course I'll help you out. We're family, and that's what family does, right?"

Liz thought to all the ways Mike and even the other ghost kids had helped her. "You're right," she answered with a growing smile.

"Then as long as you keep being Liz Schmidt, nothing you say or do is ever going to bother me. I promise," he promised as he took his sister's hand and wrapped his pinkie around hers. Then, the humor returned to his voice. "Unless you troll me whenever we play games or something, something which EVERYONE likes to do to me for some ungodly reason. In that case, fuck you."

Liz couldn't help herself this time. She let out a stream of laughter that would have surely caught the attention of everyone in the room were it not for Mary's silencing spell. "Okay, I'm really glad that Mary put that silencing spell on us. We'd be terrible at keeping ourselves secret if she didn't," she finally commented once she calmed down.

Fritz grinned. "Yep, definitely a good thing." He took her by the arm. "So let's see if we can't find something for the new and improved you."

At the end of the hour…

Mike sat on the fountain, looking around the mall as he searched for the ghosts to come back and meet up with him at the rendezvous point. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he opened it, only to roll his eyes as he read the text message that Ryan sent him. Normally he considered his close friend to be very intelligent, but this…

"Ryan, did you go out to a party or something?" he texted back. "Are you fucking high or something? Cause I'm sorry, but that is the stupidest idea I've heard come out of your brain in a long time."

"Aww come on, Mike…" the response came a second later, "it'll be hilarious!"

"Yeah, and go really wrong really fast," Mike digitally retorted. "There's no way in hell I'm introducing the kids to Cards Against Humanity. Even if I created my own deck and censored it to get rid of all the sexual innuendos, this still screams BAD IDEA!"

"All right, all right, calm down, Mike," Ryan replied. "I was just joking anyway. I wouldn't show that to my kids either."

"Thank God. I'd seriously be questioning your parenting skills if you did."

"Dad!"

Mike shut the phone and looked up to see the ghost kids all approaching him from different directions. He grinned at them, and while he didn't make any gesture outwardly to greet them he started communicating with them through his mind.

"You guys are done?" he asked mentally.

"Yep!" Gabe confirmed. "We've found everything that we've wanted. Ready to start buying things?"

Mike took out his wallet. "Does this answer your question?"

"Thanks again, dad!" Liz gratefully told him, and the other ghosts mirrored her words.

"No problem, kiddos," Mike replied. "Besides, it feels good to actually spend my money on something worthwhile that isn't taxes or charity for once. So…who wants to go first?"

Cassidy floated a few inches closer. "Well, dad, I want…"

Two Hours Later, Back at Mike House…

"All right, guys, you ready?" Mike called out from the living room. He had bought a huge variety of clothes that they had all wanted (raising an eyebrow from some of the cashiers in the process), and he was waiting now to see what they would look like now that they were no longer limited to their appearances in death.

"Yeah!" the ghosts replied happily as they floated into the room. Mike couldn't help but be amazed at just how different they looked now, although he kept his expressions limited to raising an eyebrow.

Gabe was now wearing a white shirt with a checkerboard pattern running across its entirety, along with a pair of long, dark-brown khakis. His choices were surprisingly formal for a kid who had free reign over what he could wear, but they did make sense. Besides, Gabe had always seemed like the most mature out of all the children, and Mike supposed that this aspect of his personality had passed on to his tastes.

Jeremy's new look was much more relaxed and easygoing, by comparison. He was now wearing a blue shirt with a detailed scene of a forest and a mountain on it, with a pair of dark blue jeans that matched quite well. Mike couldn't help but wonder if the former Bonnie inhabitant had an interest in camping or nature. Hopefully, Jeremy would love spending some time out in a campsite somewhere, if Mike ever got around to making it happen.

Susie's appearance was the most surprising to Mike. He had thought that she would have gotten a yellow dress to represent Chica, but instead she had chosen a purple blouse and a skirt that actually wasn't all that different from what Liz normally wore. Wasn't purple the opposite of yellow on the color wheel? Either way, the colors matched incredibly well with Susie's blond hair and blue eyes.

Fritz reminded Mike very much of the animatronic he had once possessed. Once he'd found what he'd wanted, he'd stuck his mind to it. The red sports T-shirt matched his hair nicely, and with the black sports shorts he fit closely to what Mike would come up with if he were told to imagine a human Foxy, minus the eyepatch and the hook. It didn't surprise Mike at all that sports were Fritz's chosen theme – Foxy had always rushed at the door in the pizzeria office, as opposed to the slower and calmer advance of the others. And according to Mary, he had been as equally as aggressive in the 1987 pizzeria, striking out to attack even before the other Withered Animatronics had awakened.

Cassidy's appearance was arguably the most like what it had been like before they had gone to the mall. Her shirt was still yellow with a similar shade to Golden Freddy, only it was now a simple T-shirt instead of a dress shirt like the one she'd worn on the day she'd been killed. She was also wearing a simple pair of short brown pants. Cassidy had toyed the idea of putting on the yellow dress she'd seen earlier as part of her first transformation but decided to stick with something simple for now. She'd save that dress for a more special moment.

Finally, Liz's new clothes were a stark contrast to the pink blouse and purple skirt she'd been wearing before. Fritz had helped her find things she'd liked and they had decided to surprise Mike by having her wear something completely different to what he was used to. She was now wearing a forest green jacket and a plain white T-shirt, matched with a set of jeans with a lighter shade of blue than Jeremy's. A simple design, but one completely removed from what she had worn up until now. So very different from the ghost who had showed up crying at his doorstep, and he approved.

And indeed, Mike approved of ALL the different changes that the ghost kids had made to themselves, regardless of what they were. That had been the point to begin with, and this trip to the mall hadn't just been for fun. The kids had been forced to wear the same clothes every day for decades, the very same clothes that they had been murdered in during that fateful birthday party. That had been the past, and Mike wanted to do whatever he could to bring them into the hopeful and peaceful new time that he would watch over and protect for the rest of his life. Any change that brought them closer to the present and established a sense of normalcy in their lives mattered, even if it was something as simple as clothes.

Besides, he had wanted to make sure all the kids could enjoy something outside of the house together. Mike had made it clear that he had taken Liz out with him for an important task and it didn't seem like the kids had been bothered by it, but one could never be too careful. The more he got them all involved in the same fun activity, the less likely they would mistakenly accuse him of favoritism towards Liz, or towards any one ghost for that matter. Mike couldn't help but chuckle dryly on the inside. He'd somehow managed to turn an act as simple as shopping for clothes into serious business.

"I guess that's what being a parent does to you," he thought. "And I wouldn't have it any other way." He snapped back to reality. "You guys look amazing, all of you!" he complimented out loud.

The ghosts grinned and gave him one of their now familiar group hugs. "Thanks so much, dad!" Susie responded.

"I know we keep saying this, but you're the best!" Jeremy declared.

"Uhm…I just realized something…" Cassidy's voice suddenly burst through their bubble of happy emotions. "Are we going to be sleeping in these clothes, too? I mean, we've been doing that with our old clothes too, but…"

Fritz's eyes widened. "Crap!" he panicked. "We forgot to look for pajamas!"

Mike took his hand and smacked his palm to his face. He'd known something was off, and there it was. There was the obligatory screw-up of the day. "Oh, God fucking dammit..."

/

A/N: And that's that! This was just a light-hearted, fun chapter with a sprinkle of feels and bonding thrown into the mix. This IS meant to be a happy fic focused on giving the murdered children their lives back, after all.

The little Cards Against Humanity joke was actually brought up in a PM conversation that I had with one of my reviewers. I was exhausted and came up with the absolutely ATROCIOUS idea of Mike introducing the kids to Cards Against Humanity, after creating a semi-FNAF-themed deck that censored out all but the most basic of sexual innuendos and terms. No, this would NOT be a furry deck. And yes, the kids DO know what curse words are because they picked them up over their years as animatronics, and there's still plenty of messed up shit in Cards Against Humanity to go around even without them. Oh, and Nightmare would've joined them since he was taking a break from torturing William Afton. Yeah…it's not very hard to figure out why I scrapped this idea. More than anything, it's an indicator that I need to go to sleep earlier than 1 AM. I'll only write this chapter if there's a high demand for it, and even then it will probably be marked as Non-Canon for obvious reasons.

Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed!