A/N: I've got a bit of a confession to make. The reason why "Fun with Video Games" chapters have not been appearing more frequently is because I'm honestly drawing a bit off a blank when it comes to these particular chapters.

The thing about me is that I actually don't have a lot of exposure to "popular" video games. Of course, I am fully aware of some things like Pokémon and Mario obviously, but most of my favorite and/or primary games are ones that I'm not sure that you guys would either be interested in or are even aware of. This is the main reason why I've held off on writing chapters focusing on video games, as these chapters are harder to write than I thought they would be and I don't want to write a chapter on what turns out to be some obscure video game that nobody is aware of and would bore you guys out of your mind.

With that in mind, I would welcome any suggestions you have for me for the kids and Mike playing video games. I know I asked this once a long time ago, but this time I'll make sure I note down what you guys are interested in. Multiplayer games would work a little better but I can do things with single player games too.

That being said, enjoy the chapter! It's another "Misc. Family Moments" chapter, though one that might be a little…different…than what you guys expect. You'll find out why soon enough.

TheFedoraCritic: I'm not sure if I'll bring in the fanbase or fangames into the fic, and if I do it will be in a chapter with little bearing on the overall plot. Cassidy can't teleport others yet and Charlie's teleportation abilities are MUCH more limited than Cassidy's. You can compare Dark!Mike's appearance in the camera to a FNAF1 hallucination (such as the one where the posters in the East Hall are replaced by the crying kids), if that helps. And speaking of Dark!Mike…you have no idea…heh heh heh heh heh…

Rockstar Ballora: Circus Baby will appear after this arc. And you'll just have to wait and see for Plushtrap…

Fnaffan: Who even knows where she goes to lol. And I'm not sure when Melody will figure out about Liz's past.

Chapter 70 – Misc. Family Moments 4

The Newest Addition to the Family

Mike let out a sigh of relief as he collapsed onto his workshop's chair, the tools he was holding in his hand falling lifelessly onto the floor. He had finally done it. It had taken him months to work on the project that he had found in Henry's computer, but all the hard work had finally paid off. Somehow, he had managed to keep the existence of his project a complete secret, in no small part thanks to the fact that the children avoided disturbing him whenever he worked in his workshop. And now that the small animatronic that he had created was finally complete, it was time to introduce him to the rest of the family.

"It's amazing how much work and time went into creating something so small," Mike pondered as he stared at the animatronic that stood on the table in front of him, eyes closed as if sleeping. He briefly wondered how much faster the work would have gone if he had sent the plans over to Eisensteel for it to be built instead, but it was too late to worry about such things.

He smiled and picked up the white and purple bear. "Come on, little buddy," he spoke gently, "let's go meet the rest of the family."

/

"Hey, guys?"

The moment they heard their father call out to him, the ghosts (or the animatronics they were possessing) stopped what they were doing and rushed over to him. "Need something, dad?" Rockstar Bonnie asked as he put aside his guitar.

"I've got something to show you guys. Let's head over to the dining room." He walked over to one of the chairs and sat down, his children following close behind. "So, back when Charlie and I visited her old home, we found some plans and blueprints for a couple of animatronics and the Scooper."

"You told us this, I think," Susie mused. "That's how you found out about Remnant, right?"

"Yeah," Mike confirmed, "and Henry also had blueprints for some of the Circus Baby animatronics and also the Rockstars, though the ones for the Circus Baby stuff had less details than the ones for the Rockstars since Henry hadn't been the one that made them. But what I didn't tell you guys was that I found the details for a completely different animatronic. One that was designed to have a mind of its own and act like a personal assistance and friend to whoever was in charge of it."

"Oh my God, I remember him!" Charlie exclaimed, her eyes lit up with excitement. "Dad included him in many of the fake programs he designed for the trap pizzeria and also tried to create one for me to play around with and also to help Michael." A trickle of disappoint entered her eyes and she deflated slightly. "But because we were so busy making sure our plan succeeded and because we didn't want to create an intelligent animatronic only for it to die in a fire, Dad didn't actually create an intelligent version of Helpy, only the base shell."

"That was probably a good call," Mike replied. "One look at that programming and it was some of the most complex shit I've ever seen in my entire life. Took me a hell of a long time to figure it all out."

Charlie turned to her face her father, a hopeful brimming on her face. "Wait, dad…did you actually…?"

Mike grinned. "I don't really do anything major in my workshop nowadays, but I have two projects that I've been working on. One of them is way too big for me to do by myself and I'm going to have to outsource some help for it to work out, but the other one was something I could and did do by myself all these months. Guys, say hello to Helpy!"

He took his hand out of the toolbag he had been hiding the small animatronic in. The kids' eyes widened as they beheld the innocent and adorable bear. "Oh my God, he is soooooooo cute!" Cassidy gushed.

"He is absolutely adorable!" Susie crowed.

"So that's what you've been working on all this time!" Gabe exclaimed. "I can't believe we didn't figure this out earlier!"

"I was trying to keep it hidden for a surprise," Mike winked.

Liz stared at the silent form of Helpy with a contemplative glance. "You know…I vaguely remember seeing him back in the trap pizzeria…but from what I remember he didn't ever do anything." A smile broke out on her face. "He's so cute though!"

"Well, looks like we'll finally find out what Henry intended when he created him," Mike mused. "Charlie, want to do the honors?"

"I'd love to!" Charlie exclaimed as she reached down and opened up a panel on Helpy's head. With a deft movement of her fingers, she flicked the power switch from off to on and placed the panel back. The moment she slid the panel back into place, Helpy's eyes flickered and opened and the small animatronic straightened its back, staring at his new owners with an innocent and endearing smile on his face.

"Hi!" the white and purple bear declared as it waved cheerfully at Mike, the first person he had seen when his life began. "I'm Helpy! Your personal helper, buddy, and friend! It's so great to meet you!"

Mike laughed in delight. "Great to meet you too, Helpy! Why don't you say hi to the rest of your new family?"

Helpy turned around in a circle, his eyes falling on all the ghost children one at a time. The ones in the animatronics flew out of them so that they could show their true appearances to the adorable little bear in their midst. "So many new friends!" he exclaimed, either unaware or uncaring of the fact that they were ghosts and not living children. "I can't wait to help you with whatever you need! Or maybe we can play some games and have a good time. We're going to have so much fun together!"

"Awwwwwww…" the ghosts moaned, even some of the male ones. "I am not a man anymore!" Fritz declared.

"You were a man to begin with?" Gabe asked dryly. At this, everyone burst out laughing. Helpy looked around in confusion, not really understanding what everyone was finding so funny, but he started giggling anyway. After all, if everyone was finding something funny, it'd be rude not to laugh, right?

"Why don't you guys show him some of the things we've been doing?" Mike asked. "Video games, movies, books, whatever you want. From what I've read on Helpy's AI, it's really advanced and he can learn things quickly. Maybe he might be able to play some video games after a few shots?"

"Heck yes, I can't wait to try this out!" Jeremy exclaimed. He flew back into Rockstar Bonnie, who immediately activated similarly to how Helpy did. "Come on, Helpy!" he coaxed. "Let's go to the living room and I'll show you the wonderful world of Mario!"

"Okay!" Helpy cheerfully replied. He didn't really understand how the pale child had suddenly become a Freddy Fazbear animatronic, or what Mario was, but if his friend was so happy about it then it could only be a good thing. Rockstar Bonnie picked up Helpy and departed from the dining room, followed by all the ghost kids who were just as eager to play with Helpy as Jeremy was. Privately, Mike was impressed that they didn't start fighting over who got to play with their new animatronic buddy first. Either they were all on the same page with what they wanted to do for the time being or they had learned to take turns with minimal arguments.

All except Charlie. As Mike got up from the dining room table, the older girl wrapped her father in a big hug. "Thank you," she breathed out, barely stifling a sob. "Out of all the gifts you've given us, this might be one of the best ever."

Mike smiled kindly and stroked the back of his daughter's spectral hair. "There's nothing that makes me happy more than seeing you guys happy, Charlie. And if Henry and I are right about Helpy, then bringing him into the family will be worth every second of work I put into him."

Rotting the Brain with Bad Grammar

"Oh, God, WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?" a robotic voice echoed semi-shrilly throughout the upper floors of the house.

Jeremy instantly rushed to the room he shared with Gabe, floating past the door as he did so. Looking around frantically, he was confused to only see Rockstar Freddy sitting at his desk with his laptop in front of, looking as though he were torn between wanting to laugh or cry. Which, was impressive in and of itself, considering how poorly animatronics normally conveyed emotion.

"Uh…bro?" Jeremy asked nervously. "Are you all right?"

"I don't know why I thought this was a good idea," Rockstar Freddy mumbled. "I was browsing through random shit on Reddit when I discovered this subreddit called BoneAppleTea. And I was like, hey, I've never heard of this before and it sounds interesting, I should check it out!" He buried his head in one hand and shook it in disgust. "Dear God, what the fuck was I thinking…"

"Maybe you're just overexaggerating?" Jeremy suggested a bit weakly.

In response, Rockstar Freddy turned the laptop towards Jeremy. On the screen was a picture showing a crudely drawn triangle, square, circle, diamond, star, and rectangle. The drawings themselves weren't the problem.

The problem was that they had been labeled with "Chriego". "SgR", "Srko", "Dimn", "Sdr", and "Ritigo" respectively. Jeremy stared at the abominably spelled words for several seconds. Then, he collapsed onto the floor with hysterical laughter, hitting the floor with his ghostly fists.

"This has got to be some of the worst misspellings I have ever seen in my entire life," Rockstar Freddy groaned as Jeremy tried to collect himself with questionable success. After staring at the words again, he sighed. "At least this guy was self-aware, he even calls himself the dumbest preschooler ever."

"I don't think even Fritz was that dumb as a preschooler," Jeremy pointed out dryly.

"Yeah, well, he's probably smarter than the rest of the complete and utter morons that are being showcased here. Because as dumb as Fritz can be sometimes, at least he knows when he makes a mistake."

"How bad can it be?" Jeremy asked. One of the many lessons he had learned from Mike was that tempting fate was a hilariously bad idea, but since this was a subreddit he couldn't resist the temptation.

Rockstar Freddy opened up another entry. "Oreo's Secret Ingredient – after that fans cool the wafers to the desired Chris penis."

Jeremy's face immediately scrunched up in disgust. "Chris Penis? CHRIS PENIS? WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUUUU…!"

"I don't know if this makes it better, but at least this one was caused by Youtube's Closed Captioning shitshow," Rockstar Freddy replied. "After spending a year on Youtube, we all know just how much of a clusterfuck it is."

"You'd think a world-famous video website would have a better closed captioning system, but noooooo…" Jeremy muttered as Rockstar Freddy opened another link.

"I love when I can smell a guy's colon as he walks by. When you hug a guy and you smell his colon. When you can still smell his colon on your pillows even though he's not there. After you hug a boy and you smell like his colon. I smell like his colon now."

"Wow…" Rockstar Freddy muttered. "This many people made the same mistake? I mean, I get that cologne isn't the easiest word to spell, but still!"

"What's a colon?" Jeremy wondered. Rockstar Freddy opened up a new tab and typed the word colon in Google Images. "Oh God, it's the fucking large intestine!" the black-haired boy exclaimed in disbelief.

"Thank God it was just a diagram and not the actual image, cause that would be fucking disgusting," Rockstar Freddy muttered.

"I just deleted a very good friend for posting "Jobs should higher you weather you have a fella knee or mister meaner."

"Your friend should be thanking you," Rockstar Freddy retorted dryly. "By leaving him you probably raised his IQ by a couple of points since he no longer has to deal with your stupidity."

"I can never pay attention when I do my homework smh I must have 80HD."

"80HD?" Jeremy tilted his head in confusion. "What the fuck is 80HD?"

Rockstar Freddy, however, merely palmed his face in exasperation. "That's ADHD," he explained with a sigh. "A psychiatric disorder where…fuck it you don't care, do you?"

Jeremy shrugged. "Not particularly."

"Figures."

"Alexa: remind me to feed the baby. (On Alexa screen) DEFEAT THE BABY – 1 reminder, 2 AM."

"Unless that baby is some fucked up alien horror or some shit, that probably wouldn't be very hard," Jeremy drawled.

"Isn't Alexa supposed to be some type of newer technology?" Rockstar Freddy wondered.

"Yep, and as amazing as technology can be, I always forget that it can still be fucking garbage!" Jeremy replied cheerfully.

"What's that Spanish Christmas song? It goes like The Least Knobby Dot!"

This time, both brothers collapsed into uncontrollable laughter as the horribly misspelled Christmas song stared blankly back at them. "That has got to be the best worst misspelling I have ever seen!" Rockstar Freddy chortled as Jeremy slowly got back to his feet, still wiping tears from his eyes.

"How does a brain anus rhythm instantly kill you? Do you mean brain aneurysm? Yes?"

"The fuck is an anus rhythm?" Jeremy asked incredulously. "How frequently you take a shit?"

"I don't think I want to know," Rockstar Freddy muttered

"If you have a fast anus rhythm it's diarrhea, and if you have a slow anus rhythm it's constipation? Is that how it works?" Jeremy pressed forward.

"Just…fucking…stop,"his brother growled.

"Okay, okay, geez…"

"Soup Mang Cua – Bamboo Shoot Crap Soup"

"Fan-fucking-tastic, we go from anus rhythm to crap soup,"Rockstar Freddy groaned.

"Ah, the glories of fucked up foreign language to English translations," Jeremy sighed dramatically. "Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em."

"If you're happy and you know it…"

Animatronic and ghost stared at the picture underneath it, featuring several slices of ham clamped together. "Whoa…" Jeremy breathed, "…this is like a reverse Bone Apple Tea shit right here. This is fucking genius!"

"I think that might be the best thing I've seen so far on this subreddit," Rockstar Freddy agreed. "Whoever came up with this, you get an A+."

"Ahhaha my parents are prob gunna buy flaming young and a cake. Wat the fuck is flaming young? Please don't tell me u mean filet mignon."

The two stared at the words "flaming young." "Flaming young?" Rockstar Freddy asked incredulously. "FLAMING YOUNG? It's not bad enough that you're killing a bunch of kids, but you're setting them on fire too?"

"Jesus, not even William Afton was that fucked up…" Jeremy muttered.

"Not that it matters much," Rockstar Freddy ranted. "Oh, you have the tiniest sliver of moral standards not to set kids on fire and burn them to death? Congratulations, if you can listen closely you can hear the sound of absolutely nobody giving the slightest shit because you still killed a bunch of kids, you fuck!"

"Amen to that," Jeremy agreed fervently. "At least the fucker's rotting in Hell, where he'll never bother anyone again! Thank fuck for that!"

Jeremy had no idea that days later, he would come to dearly regret those words…

I Always Come Back

Pain.

His entire existence was defined by pain.

From the moment that he had fallen into the unholy Abyss and into the Nightmares' claws, he knew that unspeakable agony and horror would be all that awaited him for the rest of eternity.

The judge of the damned had read his sins in front of him, acts of wickedness that he felt no remorse for even now. Cowardice, violence and treachery were already crimes that were punished severely, but the fact that he had sought to ensnare souls after death with Remnant ensured him a place in the deepest, darkest pits and realms of Hell. Nightmare had claimed his soul as his eternal toy, and the fact that he had "failed" to turn the brats he had slaughtered and their new father against each other meant that even the miniscule mercy that had been granted to him by Heaven's mandates on the Inferno were lost to him.

Mike Schmidt…the man clenched his teeth in rage at the mere thought of his name. The man who carried the same name as his worthless, traitorous son. In those fleeting moments, when his mind wasn't dominated by agony and suffering, he remembered that name with all the cruelty, hatred, and malice he could muster in his spirit. It was because of him that the brats had found their happy ending, and because of him that he now endured torments even worse than those inflicted on to others in the same circle. How he longed to break out of this pit, to rise up to Earth and teach that arrogant weakling and fool just what it meant to go up against a monster… but there was nothing he could do now. Even if he did manage to break free from the clutches of the Nightmares, the endless suffering and torture had weakened him to nothing but a frail, broken shade. If only there was a way for him to seek vengeance against the one responsible for ruining him after death!

"THERE IS A WAY…" a voice, softer but no less malicious than Nightmare's own, whispered into his mind.

The man jerked his head up. "Who…are you…" he rasped.

"ONE WHO HOLDS NO ALLEGIANCE OR FRIENDSHIP TO THE ONE YOU ARE ENSLAVED TO."

The damned soul tilted his head in curiosity. An enemy of Nightmare's had a very good chance of being an ally of his. "What…do you want…from me…" he ground through teeth clenched from his neverending pain.

"I HAVE…PLANS…FOR THE INFERNO," the voice explained with all the chill of an abandoned grave. "PLANS TO OVERTHROW LUCIFER AND REPLACE HIM WITH…SOMEONE FAR MORE SUITED TO THE LEADERSHIP OF HELL. NIGHTMARE WOULD NEVER JOIN ME, SO I MUST MAKE SURE TO KEEP HIM…SUFFICIENTLY DISTRACTED…"

"And how…do you seek…to accomplish this?"

"I WILL NOT EXPLAIN THAT TO YOU NOW, BUT KNOW THIS. I CAN GIVE YOU THE MEANS TO ESCAPE FROM THE CHAINS THAT YOU ARE SHACKLED TO. AND I CAN GIVE YOU THE POWER WITH WHICH TO SEEK YOUR REVENGE ON THE MORTAL YOU SO DESPISE. ALL I ASK IN RETURN IS THAT WHEN I COME FOR YOU, YOU AGREE TO ESCAPE INTO THE MORTAL WORLD IMMEDIATELY, WITHOUT A SECOND'S HESITATION."

The shade's eyes narrowed. This was incredibly promising. Almost too promising, especially considering the seeming lack of a downside. "And why…are you helping me?" he asked, his voice laden with suspicion.

"SIMPLE," the voice explained with a note of cruel amusement in his voice. "BETWEEN THE METHOD WITH WHICH I WILL GRANT YOU POWER, AND YOUR ESCAPE INTO THE MORTAL WORLD, NIGHTMARE WILL NOT BE ABLE TO INTERFERE WITH MY PLANS, OR AT LEAST NOT UNTIL IT IS TOO LATE. LUCIFER WILL SUFFER NO DAMNED TO ESCAPE THE INFERNO, WILL TOLERATE NO SUCH INSULT. AS I HAVE SAID BEFORE, I AM NO FRIEND OF NIGHTMARE'S, AND HE WILL NEVER JOIN MY SIDE IN THE WAR THAT IS TO COME. SO I WILL MAKE DO WITH THIS, AND CONSIDERING THE MALICE THAT NIGHTMARE BEARS FOR YOU, YOU ARE THE PERFECT SOUL TO CHOOSE AMONG THE MANY THAT ARE UNDER HIS IRON GRIP. THE ONLY QUESTION IS…ARE YOU WILLING TO ACCEPT?"

There wasn't even a split second of hesitation. Anything was better than what he was going through now, especially with the opportunity that was being dangled in front of him.

After all, what was there to lose?

"I accept," the wretched spirit answered firmly, and all that he heard in response was howling laughter that faded from his mind as the demon's presence severed the connection, seemingly satisfied with his answer. The man looked around his cell in the dungeons of Nightmare's palace, making sure that nobody could hear him.

Then, a sinister chuckle began to escape from his lips, and for the first time since he had been destroyed in Henry's trap, William Afton felt the fires of savage joy that had burned in him when he had slaughtered the brats and hunted the Night Guards as Springtrap. And he uttered the words that had been truth once before, and would now be truth again.

"I always come back!"

/

A/N: It is time. The darkness rises from the depths of Hell. One of the few things that the family could truly fear is about to come to pass, and they have no idea…

I promised you the "darkest arc", and I don't think there can be many things darker than the return of William Afton from the depths of Hell. Especially since his focus of vengeance and hatred is all directed towards the one living man who has done everything he could to undo the evil that William has caused.

You are probably worried about what this means in the next few chapters, and you have every right to be. I will also say this, and you can interpret this as you will: there is more than one source of darkness in the upcoming arc, and it will take form in a way that I do not think any of you will see coming.

For those of you who wanted to see Lucifer and the Nightmares again, you're about to get your wish. But the role they will play may be different than what you might expect…

I tried to balance happy fun times and "oh fuck bad shit is about to happen" times, but I have a feeling that the only thing people are going to care about is the last part. Not that I should be surprised, considering what it's about, after all.

One last thing – these chapters will NOT come every week. Hell, they might not come out every two or even three weeks. I intend to give each of the chapters in this arc the full respect and attention they deserve, especially since I have a non-negligible amount of lore and lore interpretation to juggle around in the midst of all this. If that means slowing down my schedule to a monthly release (if even that) because of all the Med School and Boards shit that I have to worry about, then that's what I'll have to do. I think the arc will be all the better for it.

Hope you guys enjoyed, because some intense shit is coming soon…