Will sat in bed once again, sipping on a cup of coffee.

So...are we going to talk about it?

About what?

You know...the Puppet, me, everything weird that's been happening?

Nope. Don't know what you're talking about.

The voice sighed in frustration. Denial won't make it go away! You need to talk to me...her...us...ugh, this is so confusing!

Will chuckled, before finishing his coffee and going downstairs, grabbing more. Sipping on it, his father walked in through the door, looking tired. Will nodded to him, acknowledging his presence, and finished his coffee. As he walked out the door, he barely heard his father muttering under his breath.

"It'll all be over soon..."

At the Pizzeria

Will sat at his desk, watching the Puppet pace back and forth in front of him, an entire whiteboard behind it, as it tried to explain and show evidence that it was really his sister.

"So as we both know, I was murdered on your tenth birthday."

"Charlotte was, yes."

"Well, and I have no clue how, but after that I was transported into the Puppet, and repaired after all the water damage it sustained."

"Yes, you were heavily damaged, I remember that."

"I don't think you're listening. Are you listening?"

Will sipped on another cup of coffee he'd gotten from the kitchen. "I've been hearing you rant using the knowledge you have of the events with my sister likely ingrained into your hard drive to learn from your mistakes, therefore being able to protect me easier. However, I still struggle to see how that makes you my sister."

The Puppet facepalmed, knocking the whiteboard aside. "So tell me something from before the Puppet's existence that I would know, or at least part of it, and let me finish it. Something even dad wouldn't know."

Will looked thoughtful for a moment, before he thought of one. "When I was a kid, Charlotte would always-"

"Watch you try and climb into one of dad's suits, before carefully pulling you out before you could kill yourself."

Will stared suspiciously at the Puppet. "Yes, but Charlotte could have easily told Henry that..."

Suddenly, there was a noise in the hall. He shone the flashlight down the hallway, the Puppet moving out of the way, before quickly shoving on his mask. Sitting on the ceiling was Mangle, staring at Will.

Its voicebox was playing a static sound, which was to be expected. But through the static could be heard a voice. "Liar...you promised...can't trust nobody..."

What the fuck is it talking about?

Uh...maybe the fact you said you would FIX IT! Which you didn't do, by the way!

I was going to this weekend! When I have time!

You said you'd do it yesterday! Now we're stuck with it hanging there!

"I...see...you..."

"No you don't. That's false news."

Are you serious? You're possibly about to die, and you're joking?

Chill out. We'll be fine.

Suddenly, Mangle lunged into the office, grabbing Will. It lifted him into the air and pulled off the mask, its torn face appearing to smile. The Puppet went to tackle the Mangle, but then Foxy tackled Puppet, holding it on the ground as Mangle dragged Will away.

Later...

Will sat in the Parts and Service room, staring at the door. He wasn't dead yet, but he wasn't feeling hopeful.

And this is what happens when you talk to inanimate objects!

"How was I supposed to know it could hear me? It looked dead!"

I'm dead, and I'm still talking to you!

"For the last time, YOU'RE NOT REAL!"

Will smacked the back of his head on the wall, hurting himself in the process.

Ow.

"Ow..."

And you acting like that is exactly why we're in here right now.

"...Charlotte?"

Yes?

"I'm scared..."

So am I, Will...so am I.

The door burst open, revealing Foxy with a limp Puppet in his hands. Its covering was extremely torn, and much of its endoskeleton was exposed.

"Charlotte!"

So you admit it! Ha! I win!

"This isn't the time for bragging, dumbass! We're about to die!"

Oh...sorry.

Foxy dropped it...her...on the floor. Mangle followed in, dragging something Will couldn't see...until he could. There, standing in all its "Glory", was his father's new Animatronic.

Foxy picked him up and brought him over to the animatronic. It opened up, almost like it was made for this, and he was placed inside. It closed around him and he fit...for the most part. Suddenly, a message started playing.

"William Afton. Once a name I considered a friend, now a name I consider a monster. And the name you bear. I was heartbroken when you lost Elizabeth and Evan. My family and I supported you. And you returned our kindness with violence. My daughter was killed, six years ago, by you. I may not understand your motivations, but I understand she did not deserve it. Then, more murders happened. Of course it was you, that wasn't very hard to figure out. I have created this animatronic to serve as your punishment. It will seek you out everytime you enter the Pizzeria, and when it captures you, it will kill you. I'm sure you already feel the Springlocks pressing against your body...and they will automatically trigger in thirty seconds after this message ends. Your time ends now, William. End message." And a loud beep sounded.

Will started panicking. His dad wouldn't have made it like this...right? He's just dreaming! No way he's really trapped in here...in a Springlock suit...about to die.

GOD! FUCKING! DAMMIT, DAD! Why the FUCK would you do something like this?!

Charlotte...

Charlotte's voice quieted, hearing how scared Will sounded.

Yes?

If I'm going to die here...

Charlotte sounded like she was crying, and Will was too. No, no you're NOT dying here! This-this is just a dream! Soon we'll wake up, an-

I just want to apologize for ignoring your existence cor the past six years...goodbye...

Charlotte sounded like she was balling her eyes out. SHUT UP! We're going to live, we ALWAYS lice! Remember last year, on that filed trip to-

But she was interupted by the sound of the Springlocks triggering, digging into Will's flesh. His screams filled the room, and the animatronics just watched...watched as the wrong person was killed inside Henry's weapon.

And at the end of it all, right before Will bled out, Henry's voice played. "Hope you enjoy the life of a performer, William..."

God, that part where Will said goodbye legit made me cry while writing it. I hope you enjoyed this chapter...expect the next one soon.