"So...we're just scaring him."

"Yup."

"And the others are trying to kill him."

"I suppose so."

"...So aren't we just distracting him from the actual threats?"

"...Nah, he'll be fine."

Will and Charlotte had been talking back and forth while sitting in the dining room, discussing a plan of action. Will was vaguely aware of another animatronic in the room, but he ignored it. Charlotte, on the other hand, took great notice of it.

"Hey, Mangle!"

Will looked over at the animatronic, and sure enough, Mangle was hanging from the ceiling. Just staring at them.

"It's rude to stare, Mangle."

"It's r-r-rud-de to mak-ke fal-fa-false promises-ses."

Will just sighed. "You literally had to wait maybe three more days for me to get the tools, supplies, and time to fix you. Or did you forget all your friends trying to kill me? Kinda distracting when trying to fix something, isn't it?"

Mangle scoffed, but didn't say anything else. Will sat there expectantly, until Mangle spoke up again.

"Y-you going-ing to apolo-polo-gize"

Will just stared at her, before standing up and walking over to her.

"Uh oh."

"You want me to apologize...because you were impatient?"

"Y-you are the one at fault here, n-n-not me."

"YOU LITERALLY KILLED ME!"

"You promised-ed you would fix-ix me two days ago-o."

"Now you've done it."

"I understand that, but if you'd waited until I got a paycheck so I could buy the supplies, you should have waited! Plus I don't even know where the fuck my corpse is!"

"Sounds like a y-you prob-oblem to be quite hon-n-nest."

Will made an inhaling sound, and made an exhaling sound. "Listen...if I steal some supplies from the technicians to fix you, will you be satisfied?"

Mangle thought about it for a moment, before nodding. Will sighed, and got off of his chair. "Fine...time to go breakdown in front of a bunch of children."

11 AM

Will was singing his usual song about a birthday or something, carefully watching the room. Eventually, he saw the two technicians, whatever their names are, and slowly tilted back.

I fucking hate this plan...

It was your plan to begin with.

Exactly.

Will started to slowly turn around on his waist-spinner...then did it again, and then again, faster and faster each time. His limbs were going haywire, and his faceplates shot open.

The kids screamed and ran from the room, while the technicians sighed and facepalmed. Will stopped as one of the technicians approached, and put him on one of those wheely-things used to move heavy things. They took him to the Parts and Service room, where one brought out his tools while another typed in a code to get into the room with all the parts. Will paid special attention to the code so he could get in later.

1-9-8-7

Got it.

The technician with the tools started talking, much to Will's annoyance. "So, how always the date, Ben?"

She one getting the parts, Ben, sounded happy. "Pretty good! She gave me her number and we have another date planned next week."

The other technician gave a thumbs up before pulling out a wrench. "Think this should be good enough?"

Ben looked at it, before looking at Will and nodding. "Looks good to me."

They started working on Will, and after thirty peacefully silent moments, Ben spoke up again.

"So...you notice how weird the new guard is, Greg?"

Greg turned to Ben and was about to say something, before Dave burst into the room.

"Gentlemen, the police are ordering us to evacuate the building. A body was just found in the alley outside."

The pair looked at each other, before looking at Dave. "One second."

They screwed one last thing into Will, before closing him up and running out. Dave looked at Will with a slight, imperceptible smile, before closing the door and leaving Will in the darkness.

Henry's POV

I ran to the Pizzeria as soon as the police called me. They found a body in the alley behind the Pizzeria, and Will hadn't come home this morning. Henry, unfortunately, managed to put two and two together.

When he got there, his worst fears were confirmed. There, sitting in the middle of the alley, was Will's mangled corpse. I'll...spare you the details, since I don't like talking about it myself. The owner of the Pizzeria, Dave I believe, walked over to me before patting my shoulder.

"I can tell by the look on your face that you knew this young man..." I nodded, and Dave continued. "I'm, uh, sorry for your loss."

"First my wife...then my daughter...now my son...what more do I have left?"

Dave gestured around us, at the Pizzeria next to us. "You're the owner of an entire Pizzeria chain that brings happiness to everyone that comes to it! That's good, is it not?"

I zoned him out as he continued talking. I was looking at the body, knowing exactly how he died. I killed him...my creation killed him...

I got back up and approached the body, the police trying to stop me. I just glared at them and they'd step aside, knowing well the look of a parent grieving their child's death. I sat their next to him, crying as the authorities tried to put him in a bag. The rest is a blur, as I eventually ended up at home, and went to sleep, my dreams haunted by visions of Will stuck in that damned deathtrap...

Will's POV (3rd Person)

Will sat there in the dark, until his internal clock alerted him that it was midnight. He turned on his eyes, washing the room in a small amount of light. He could see in the dark, of course, but he didn't like how washed out that looked. So, instead, he turned on the light and moved to the keypad on the other side of the room.

1-9-8-7

The door unlocked, and he opened it, grabbing everything he thought he'd need.

"So...should we call Mangle first? I mean, this is to fix her after all."

"Yeah, go ahead." Will walked to the door, opened it, and called for Mangle. Mangle then crawled into the room from the ceiling, and sat on the table.

Will got to work, using the tools the technicians had left behind, and I'm no time Mangle looked less like...well, Mangle. She looked repaired, obviously, the last thing to do was fix her voice. Will removed her voicebox and uncrossed some wires, before reinstalling it. Mangle opened and closed her jaw, seemingly testing it, before talking normally.

"Ahh...that's better. I haven't felt this good in years...and all it took was getting someone killed!"

Will rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Is this enough to count as an apology?"

Mangle thought for a moment, before nodding. "Apology accepted."

Will put the tools back and put away the spare parts, including thay weird second head that was attached to Mangle for no reason. "So...I heard there was a body found in the alleyway. What happened to it?"

Mangle was halfway out of the door when she answered. "It was your body. That animatronic you're in walked outside and spat it out in the alley outside before walking back. Bye!" Mangle left completely, leaving Will sitting there, upset at this revelation.

"So...guess there's no need for them to search for a body, huh? Since they already found it..."

"Which means nobody knows we're here...goddammit!" Will fell to the floor, his one hope in this world extinguished. He looked at the camera staring at him with a red blinking light, before walking out of the room, going back to his stage.