Trap and I kept circling each other, not bothering to take our eyes off one another. I noticed Trap's ear subtly twitch before he glanced at the nearby camera. He let out a low hiss and gestured his head toward the camera. I looked, noticing it was now online, telling me everyone was watching us on the screen in Springtrap's base.

"You don't want them to see this?" I asked.

Trap hissed back in response, which I translated as a 'Yes.'

I sighed. "Very well." I then used some of my powers to shut it off before speaking into my comlink. "Sorry about this, guys, but I'll be back as soon as possible." I shut the comlink off. "So, are you going to talk to me, or are you only going to hiss at me?" I questioned, waiting to see what Trap's next move was.

Trap looked at me smugly. "I didn't think someone like you would know I could talk since you could understand me perfectly when I was hissing at you." He lunged at me.

Looks like Trap and acts like him a little, but it's not him. I dodged. Though he seems a little chatty, let's see what I can get from him. I kept my cheerful, witty attitude and smiled while narrowing my eyes at him. "What do you expect?" I punched him in the jaw when he was close enough for me to reach him. "I've been trapped in this pizzeria for a few years now." I disengaged to gauge his next move. "And I can safely assume you're not the Springtrap I used to know."

Trap rubbed his jaw. "You throw a good punch for a kid, and yes, you're correct." He sneered. "I'm not that pathetic excuse for an animatronic called Springbonnie, but something much worse."

I tilted my head slightly. "Springbonnie?" I quickly, sleight of hand, summoned one of the throwing knives I'd been practicing with. "Assuming you have access to his memories and such, you should know by now that he changed his name to Springtrap, so you might as well use that name." I threw the knife at him, hoping it would hit and lodge itself somewhere crippling but not permanently damaging so I could escape.

Trap hummed thoughtfully as if there wasn't a knife flying at him. "I guess you're right about that, and it does have a nice ring to it." He caught the knife in mid-air just before it hit him. "But now I think it's time for me to end you." Trap threw it back at me with far more force and accuracy than I.

I dodged the knife, which embedded itself in the wall behind me, before quickly trying to make a break for it, but Trap was quicker and blocked my escape. He grabbed hold of my arms and restrained me with one hand, then pulled out his own knife from the hole in his stomach, holding it up to my neck.

"Did you really think you could escape me that easily?" Springtrap asked in a low voice next to my ear, likely trying to scare me into panicking, as that makes the kill fun, according to Trap when he recounted that to me.

I sighed. "Why did I think running away from you would work? You're the fastest Original Animatronic, both physically and mentally, but it was worth a try." I joked in a defeated manner while thinking of a way to escape without revealing the full extent of my powers and capabilities, though it was not much due to how young I was. After all, despite having access to certain abilities Trap was still learning about, he had much more experience than I in multiple things, hence why we were in a quid pro quo situation with my training. Trap pressed the knife against my neck, cutting it and making me snap out of my thoughts as I felt some blood run down my throat. Suddenly, Trap let go of me, and out of pure instinct, I jumped away. Quickly turning around to face him, I saw Trap doubled over, holding the sides of his head as I used my powers to resummon my knife, which I then held in a defensive position.

Trap let go of his head and stood up with closed eyes.

I carefully watched his movements to see if he'd attack me again.

Trap's head abruptly jolted back, and his eyes snapped open. Instead of dull silver, they were bright purple, with some light purple wisps coming from them.

Shit! Anyone but him. My eyes widened when I saw the color change, which meant that Purple Guy was in control, and I was no match for him at this point, but I kept my composure. "Please tell me that whatever happened to Trap isn't affecting you."

PG rolled his eyes and looked at me. "Relax, you're fine. My eyes aren't dull like before, but I suggest you run while you still can, kid. I don't know how long I can stay in control since the mind control chip they used on me was different from the ones they used on the others." He stuffed his knife back into the hole in his stomach, which was redesigned as a storage area when he was first fixed up.

I nodded. "Very well." I then unsummoned my knife before heading towards the Toys' basement. Using some of the speed I gradually gained from racing with Trap to improve my stamina, I quickly ran past the cameras without being noticed. Upon returning to the basement, I opened the secret entrance leading into Trap's base and walked inside as the door closed behind me and disappeared.

I watched as Noelle left before walking into Party Room One, where Noelle and her group just were. I walked up to an unconscious Drawkill Foxy and kicked him awake, making him bolt upright.

Drawkill Foxy glared at me. "What be that there fer ye, scallywag," he growled, holding his hook up to my face.

I pushed his hook away. "No sleeping on the job, fox, and you let the others escape when you were taking a nap, you pathetic mutt," I snapped, not caring to be nice or sound submissive to him, as it seemed the chip mimicked my behaviour, which is usually snarky and rude.

"What be ye blabberin' about? The prisoners be still right 'ere–" Drawkill Foxy started to say but cut himself off when he looked over to where the Original Main Four was supposed to be only to see that they were gone and their restraints were cut.

I crossed my arms and raised a brow at him. "You were saying?"

"Arrr!" Drawkill Foxy shot to his feet and looked around frantically as if they could hide in this undecorated party room with no hiding spots beside the vent. "Where did them rats go?"

I rolled my eyes. "How the bloody hell am I supposed to know? I just found you here sleeping on the job. So, if you'll excuse me. I must report this to Drawkill Freddy and tell him of your incompetence." I turned and walked to the Original's Main Stage Area, with Drawkill Foxy following me. I approached the group as Drawkill Freddy turned to look at me.

"What is it, Springbonnie?" he questioned with his arms crossed.

I narrowed my eyes. "First off, it's Springtrap, not Springbonnie, and secondly, I have some urgent news."

Drawkill Chica scoffed, placing her hands on her hips. "What is it then?"

"The Original Main Four have escaped because Drawkill Foxy was sleeping on the job."

"What? That can't be!" Drawkill Bonnie exclaimed in disbelief, straightening up his posture at the news.

I gave them a blank stare. "I wouldn't lie to you about something like this, and there's also no trace of where they went."

Drawkill Freddy frowned deeply. "This isn't good; we need to find them now." He turned to the rest of the group. "Everyone be on your guard. If you find those escaped Originals, catch them and bring them to us immediately. You are all dismissed."

The group immediately dispersed to do whatever tasks they were supposed to do and look for the escaped Originals.

I followed them and waited until everyone was out of the Original's Main Stage Area and the hallway before quickly hiding around the corner to listen to the Drawkill's conversation.

"So, how did they escape from the fox?" Drawkill Chica questioned in a slightly mocking tone.

"That's an excellent question. Would you mind explaining, Foxy?" Drawkill Freddy asked.

I heard everyone turn around to look at Drawkill Foxy.

"Yarr, I don't know meself. All I be rememberin' is that I been torturin' the scurvy dogs, then the next moment that there scallywag called Springtrap been kickin' me awake askin' me where the prisoners be," he explained.

"Wow, they escaped even from Foxy. I'm amazed." Drawkill Bonnie taunted.

Drawkill Foxy snarled. "Batten down yer hatches, ye landlubber."

"Now, now. No need to fight; you're both idiots." Drawkill Chica mocked.

I heard the Drawkills start fighting and arguing amongst themselves.

"Enough!" Drawkill Freddy yelled, causing the others to stop. "We mustn't get off task. We'll deal with the escaped Originals later, but now we must continue our plan."

Drawkill Foxy sighed. "Yarr, the boss, be right. We must continue the plan until our Cap'n gets 'ere."

I heard Drawkill Bonnie and Chica agree with him.

"Good now. We must begin Phase Two of our plan. Meeting dismissed." I heard Drawkill Freddy say, and then they started heading my way.

I quietly ran to another part of the pizzeria before they could see me. Well, this will undoubtedly be interesting, I thought, still pretending to be controlled by the chip in my endoskeleton.

I wiped the blood off my neck as I exited the tunnel on the main floor of Trap's base, where I saw everyone crowding around Trap's Control Panel, so I decided to watch them.

"H-hey guys, t-the camera c-came back o-online, but I c-can't find N-Noelle a-any w-where," Jeremy said nervously as he flipped through the camera feeds, trying to find me.

"I knew we shouldn't have left her alone to face my father!" Bonnie yelled with a look of worry and fear.

Mike closed his eyes and sighed. "Relax, Noelle's fine." He calmly reassured, then refocused on the screen.

Chica turned to Mike with a look of disbelief. "How can you have no sympathy and stay so calm? For all we know, Noelle could be dead!"

Mike purposely ignored it.

Sam turned to the Original Main Four, trying to mediate. "Calm down, please. We don't want to make the situation sound worse than it already is, but Noelle can handle Springtrap on her own."

"An' 'ow be ye, scallywags, so sure about that?" Foxy gave the night guards a suspicious look.

Fritz looked at Foxy with a surprisingly relaxed posture as he leaned against the desk-like part of the panel. "We spend every day down here with Springtrap and her. I'm sure she's fine."

"Y-yeah." Jeremy agreed as he continued looking at the cameras.

Freddy crossed his arms and raised a brow at them. "If you're so sure that Noelle's fine, where is she? Where could she be if she's not on the cameras?"

Deciding to spare them from their worries, I made my presence known. "How about you look behind you?"

Everyone turned around. The animatronics looked at me, shocked and surprised, while the night guards looked relieved and much calmer than the animatronics.

"Ya know something? If I were an animatronic, you'd all be dead right now," I joked.

"Noelle!" Bonnie screamed, then ran over and hugged me.

"Oh my gosh! I am so happy you're alive!" Chica exclaimed and joined the hug.

I laughed slightly. "Calm down, you two, I told you I'd meet you down here." I then escaped their bone-crushing hug. I also made a mental reminder to check if they fractured anything later.

Foxy sighed in relief. "Thank the seven seas; you're ok."

"Yeah, I'm glad you're alright," Freddy said.

I smiled. "I'm glad, too, but let's get down to business, shall we?" I walked over to the panel as the night guards stepped away, finding nearby seats or simply standing, though they kept themselves reasonably away from the Orginal Main Four. "I know you all have questions right now, and I'll answer them soon, but first. Mike, Sam, hand them over." I made a 'Give me' gesture.

Mike and Sam took out the guns and tossed them over.

I casually caught both firearms in each hand, crouched down, and put them back in the hidden compartment, noting to clean them later. I then got up and turned around only to see shocked and horrified expressions on the Original Main Four's faces, which turned to anger as they looked at Mike and Sam.

"Do you know how dangerous that was?" Freddy yelled.

Mike looked at them, confused since that was a normal thing he'd seen Trap and I do. "What?"

Chica looked at them aghast. "What do you mean what?"

"What happened if Noelle missed them and they went off? She could've lost an eye!" Bonnie screamed.

Foxy threateningly raised his hook. "An' if she did, I'd be sendin' ye to Davy Jones' Locker."

Sam shrunk back from the group.

Is this what the guards had to deal with? I get that I'm still a kid physically and a bit mentally, but this is going to get tiring and fast. I sighed and rubbed my forehead. "Everyone calm down. The last thing we need is you guys fighting with each other." I pulled over the rolling chair Jeremy had relinquished and sat in it as I looked between the divided room with the night guards on one side of it and the Original Main Four on the other. "Now, I believe an explanation is in order, correct?" I leaned back in my chair.

"Yes, I do believe an explanation is in order, so tell us." Freddy crossed his arms. "What is this place, exactly?"

"This is Trap's Main Control Panel and his base," I answered, resting my head on my hand. "Now I know you're all wondering. Why it's so big, etc. That's because it's connected to the different parts of the pizzeria and the sewers. Another reason is because of the night guards." I gestured to them.

Freddy pursed his lips. "I see, but could you please explain why the night guards are even here in the first place?"

"Yeah, and why does my Dad even have access to the security cameras? I thought only the security tablets had access to the cameras in their respective areas of the pizzeria," Bonnie added, glancing at the control panel screen.

Good thing I'm not Trap because he's going to be in for a bad time after this. I pursed my lips silently, laughing a little about the misfortune I would soon bring upon Trap. "Well, the night guards are here because they're Originals as well, and they know a bit too much for our liking, which is why they were kidnapped in the first place. Besides, they're great to talk to when Trap's busy." I gave them a closed-eyed smile. "Also, Trap has access to the cameras because I wired them up to his control panel when I was bored. We use them to avoid certain people or situations and map the quickest way to get to someone or something in the pizzeria, but you have to admit it did come in handy, did it not?" I looked at them and tilted my head slightly.

Chica rubbed her arm nervously. "Yeah, if it weren't for the cameras, we may have been caught by the Drawkills again."

"Yarr but, lass 'ow, did ye escape the scallywag?" Foxy questioned.

"Quite simple, but sadly, I can't tell you because Trap didn't want you to see or hear what happened," I said, since, while I didn't mind outing Trap for a few minor things, such as the night guards and why he has access to the cameras, I know Trap wouldn't appreciate getting yelled at for nearly killing me, even though he can't.

Sensing that I wouldn't say more, Mike changed the topic slightly. "Why was the screen covered in static?"

Sam perked up. "Ah, right, he has a point." He looked at me. "Why did the camera act up? I mean, the electronics you make are flawless."

"Y-yeah, and how d-did you k-know S-Sp-Springtrap wanted the c-camera to be s-shut off? A-all we heard w-was him h-hissing at you." Jeremy questioned.

"How did the camera's visuals and audio shut off?" Fritz asked.

And here we go with the nitty gritty explanations. I huffed at all the questions thrown at me. "Ok, so first off, Trap can naturally affect the cameras, a common ability for someone in his line. He can affect them at will as long as he's within a certain range, but the most he can do is make it so you can't see him. It's one of the skills he'll use when the Attraction opens after the thirtieth anniversary of his death." I glanced at Sam. "Secondly, while I thank you for the compliment about my projects." I then gestured to myself. "I can shut the cameras on and off remotely whether I'm here in Trap's Control Room or in front of the camera itself," I said, leaving out the part that I was using some of the magic I have and learned to do it. "Thirdly, as for how I understand what Trap was saying when he was hissing at me." I paused. "Well, honestly, I don't know how I could understand him." I shrugged, though it was mainly because it was similar to how the others used their jumpscare screams to communicate. Still, we'd have to work on incorporating the other noises they could make, like Trap's hissing to it.

Mike hummed while leaning against the wall. "That makes sense, except for the hissing part, but I'm not going to ask."

"Now, Freddy." I turned to look at him and the others. "It's your turn to explain what happened after I was sent down here. All we know was that there was a fight upstairs, but nothing more."

The Original Main Four looked at each other with tense expressions, silently talking to each other before they turned to look at us.

"We . . . we weren't just fighting the Drawkills, Noelle. We were also fighting the Nightmares, including the Halloween ones." He sighed and shifted nervously before continuing. "After Goldie ordered Springtrap to hide you and he came back up, we decided to tell the other Originals about the Drawkills infiltrating the pizzeria. Suddenly, Nightmare and Nightmare Fredbear showed up out of nowhere."

"We thought everything was fine at first, but then Plushtrap showed too, saying, 'That isn't Nightmare or Nightmare Fredbear.'" Chica hugged herself as she remembered how scared she was. "We . . . we all thought he was crazy, then Springtrap started telling Goldie to back away from them, and we all looked at him like he lost it."

"Then my Dad pushed Goldie away from Nightmare and Nightmare Fredbear and blocked Nightmare's claws while Plushtrap clawed at Nightmare Fredbear's face." Bonnie picked up. "My Dad then pointed out that their eyes weren't normal."

"Let me guess, their eyes were dull and lacked that spark of life?" I asked.

"Yarr, that there be right," Foxy confirmed with a nod and crossed his arms. "Then Nightmare Fredbear threw Plushtrap off 'is face an' started coming at us, then all o' a sudden the scallywag splits 'imself into Springbonnie an' that there sea dog. They all began fightin' each other when the room turned a bright purple, an' the next second, the sea dog an' Springbonnie been leadin' everyone to the safe room."

Chica pursed her lips. "When we got there, we started asking Springtrap questions about what happened, and he revealed a few things, including the upgrades."

I winced. While the more refined versions were supposed to be a gift for later, I still needed someone to test the prototypes, which is where Trap came in. However, I doubt they were happy to hear about that. "Those were supposed to be a gift. Guess that's out of the question now," I gestured for them to continue.

"So anyway, we decided just to face off with the Drawkills and Nightmares, but not to our full power, and we lost." Bonnie continued lowering her ears slightly at the admission.

Freddy clenched his fists as a pained expression appeared on his face. "We were all captured. Then, Drawkill Freddy started installing these chips in everyone's endoskeleton, which turned them against us. He got all the Toys and even the Shadows, but when he moved to chip us, my brother stopped him and made a deal with him."

I winced again as I recalled how Freddy and Golden Freddy are blood-related brothers and that Freddy was the older one who took his duty to protect Golden seriously, though the one time he failed cost them their lives and haunted him. If I had to guess, history repeated itself somewhat, but I shelved that for later. "What kind of deal?" I asked and leaned forward a little in my chair.

Foxy glanced at Freddy, who looked like he wouldn't elaborate, so he did it instead. "Goldie said that 'e would let 'imself be chipped without resistance, if the bilge rats' Cap'n spared Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, an' me. They were initially 'esitant, but the sea dog convinced them to accept the deal. They said they would spare Freddy an' Chica, but Goldie insisted that the bilge rats also spare me an' Bonnie. Then Springbonnie stepped up an' said that there 'e would make the same deal as Goldie. Even the sea dog yay to it, but the bilge rats' Cap'n said Springbonnie an' the sea dog would be chipped while online so Bonnie an' I would be spared with the others fer a day. They yay to the terms, an' them bilge rats yay to both deals. That there be when Drawkill Foxy dragged us off, an' ye know the rest."

"Quite interesting." I crossed my arms and leaned back again.

"I also overheard Springtrap mention something like a backup plan." Freddy looked at me. "Is that true?"

I pursed my lips, as this was one of the worst outcomes, but it could've been worse. Luckily, I had an idea of what to do next. "Yeah, Trap does have a backup plan."

"What is it, then?" Bonnie asked.

The night guards looked at each other and silently snickered since they already knew what the backup plan was this time.

I glanced at them and rolled my eyes at their childishness, which was ironic coming from the literal child in the room. "Me," I replied, looking at the Original Main Four and smirking.

"What?" Chica exclaimed in confusion and shock.

I sighed. "Let me explain. Vincent or Springtrap helped you, so I'd have someone tell me what was going on and wouldn't be going in blind. Springbonnie probably convinced him to help too, but the former was probably his true intention." I summed up as I recalled what Shadow had reported about many of the other dimensions being taken over by the Drawkills while I was stuck in the basement.

"So, what are ye goin' to be doin' lass?" Foxy questioned, surprisingly chill now.

"I'm going to see if the Drawkills have taken over other dimensions and if I can contact any survivors," I said, turning to the control panel to set up a Dimensional Broadcast.

Freddy frowned but watched as I set up the broadcast. "When did Springtrap get access to contact other dimensions?"

"Since Trap has a job to manage those in his line, who are an exception to the 30-year rule." I smiled cheekily. "And I may or may not have modified Trap's Control Panel to access others in different dimensions too because I was bored, but only so they could talk," I admitted and finished setting up the broadcast and sent it to everyone who had a control panel linked to the Original Dimension. I stood up as the screen turned on. "Hello to all the survivors of the attacks." I greeted. "If you're hearing this message, then you're in the control room to the Original Dimension. I know that some of you don't know much about the Original Dimension and that you all have questions about what's happening here." I stated. "I'm afraid to tell you that the Original Dimension has fallen. We've been overrun by the enemy, but don't worry. The remaining Originals and I have devised a plan to team up and defeat this enemy but be warned. Don't leave the control room under any circumstance. I'll try to bring you to my dimension so we can regroup and figure out what to do next. There, I'll explain everything you need to know."