A soul. No one really knew what they looked like or how to obtain one, because someone would just assume you were naturally born with one.

Born. Simon was never born. He was built. He was a machine.

Simon sat down on a chair, having gotten a computer monitor up and running since he had his father's knack for technology. It wasn't hard at all.

He looked around and sighed. In order to find a way to truly be free from his chains, he needed a soul. He didn't care if he'd go to Heaven or Hell when he died, as long as he just went somewhere. Somewhere that wasn't forcing him to be wrapped around in chains. Chains that he couldn't see.

In order to find out how to get a soul or even make one, he had been staying in an abandoned place called Circus Baby's Rentals. According to the many ghost stories, it was the secret lair of William Afton and his studies.

William Afton. The killer. A supposed heartless being who craved nothing but carnage. Once a man turned into a horrifying animatronic called Springtrap. Springtrap's head was what Simon was made from.

From the day he was made, Simon felt this...rage. As if parts of Springtrap was actually inside of his head. Add such a powerful rage with an increasingly dangerous A.I. and Simon was locked away. Along with being a glaring failure to recreate Fritz's lost brother.

He was meant to be a vessel was what he always thought. But that answer wasn't good enough for Simon. If he was meant to be a lifeless vessel, why give him an A.I?

Simon growled at the thoughts before looking back at the screen, which had logs of William Afton himself. So far, Simon had learned the 'demon' wasn't just a killer.

He was a scientist.

Simon looked to the side of the table, where the hearts of Blake, Sara, Stone, and Saffron laid. He clenched his skeletal hand. He couldn't get Popgoes' heart. He had escaped with Strings and a resurrected Bonnie. He would find them soon enough.

He redirected his attention to the screen and began reading aloud. He wanted something to fill the silence. He hated silence. It reminded him of imprisonment.

"My research has made a rather fascinating discovery." Simon read. "In the realization of souls being able to inhabit vessels once being given a 'second chance', they leave something behind. Remnants of their energy. I've located this power in multiple of Henry's animatronics. Those children left behind a trail...but it seems there's two types of this energy."

Simon hummed and kept going. "Remnant seems to be the positive type. But there's this black and almost...dark negative type. I've dubbed it Agony, because unlike remnant, which is the remains of a positive 'haunting'...Agony is the remains of a negative one. One where a victim suffered horribly before their death. I've managed to find Agony in the axe of a woody serial killer." He read, clearly fascinated. "Measuring their power is difficult. As there is nothing to do so, and I wouldn't know where to start if I were to make one myself. But, with what little I found out so far, I've realized that I'm much more fond of Agony. Emotions like fear, hatred, and anger seem to make the vessels stronger than anything Remnant has done for them."

Simon scratched his chin for a moment before continuing. "But my purpose isn't to make robots stronger or making living beings...it is to abolish my own death."

The skeleton sighed and stood up from his chair, turning to a different tab on the computer. That immediately disinterested him. He was already the living definition of abolished death. He couldn't die. Even if he was dismantled, he could just be repaired.

He had no soul to crossover to an afterlife, and neither did any of the other robots his father made.

Simon then began walking around, grabbing the hearts of his brothers and sisters as he went over to some kind of large stage. But, large animatronics were hung above from them. Animatronics he made himself. To help him complete his goal. These would be hunters.

Hunters for Popgoes and his heart. The last one he needed.

He looked at the hearts for a moment and then at his creations. He then slowly walked over and pulled a lever, lowering one of his 'children' down as chains hung them up by their arms.

The one he lowered down was some kind of badger, but instead of having fur or a friendly face of any kind, it was skeletal with mechanical parts showing inside of their rib cage, like the intestines of a human being. The bones were yellow, much like Blake's signature eye color.

Simon looked at Blake's heart. A heart is what his children needed...and his children would be the epitome of his goal.

Epitome. That was catchy.

Simon smirked before gently setting aside the other hearts and then slowly inserting the heart of Blake into his creation. He then stood back, his eyes entirely focused on the monster in front of him.

Epitome Blake didn't move, his eyes completely black...before they started to glow. Epitome Blake looked around, looking...confused. "W...what? Where am I? Popgoes? Girls? Where are you?!"

Simon's eyes narrowed. It seemed the hearts of the animatronics were their memories and 'personality' contained into one. Luckily, he anticipated this.

He then left before Epitome Blake could even see him. He then walked past a scrap pile of a red and black animatronic...the prototype for Strings.

The prototype body of his brother. Which he brought to life and then 'killed' to use his parts for his creations. Why bring him to life only to kill him? Simon had a theory that William Afton ultimately proved right.

Simon theorized that using the parts of another and building it into something new would cause a flaw in their programming. Much like how the pieces of Springtrap were used into building him. How the Agony of Springtrap twisted his mind into becoming stronger.

If he could inject Agony into something completely empty and lacking of a soul, then the minds would be twisted like his was.

Simon then went into a room that was nearly filled to the brim with equipment...and weapons. Simon then picked up a some kind of storage tank that used to belong to someone named Funtime Freddy. And already, he could feel...the Agony of a small child from within it.

He grinned and then brought the storage tank to the room where he made his lab. He grabbed a device that was similar to a syringe and stabbed it into the tank. A minute later, the syringe glowed a dark purple.

Simon took out the device and then walked all the way back to Epitome Blake.

Epitome Blake saw him immediately and his eyes widened. He then snarled. "YOU!!! YOU KILLED MY FAMILY!!!"

Simon rolled his eyes and then went over to him, the device in hand. He then went to Epitome Blake's red arm, the arm that once belonged to the prototype of Strings.

"I'LL KILL-" Epitome Blake cried before Simon slammed the device into his arm. The monstrous version of Blake suddenly began to shriek in sorrow. The process was painful.

Simon then tore out the device and stepped back, watching every movement Epitome Blake made and taking notes within his head.

Epitome Blake kept roaring and screaming in pain...before he went silent. His eyes glowed brighter and he suddenly yanked himself free of his chains. His heart's monitor then went purple, showing the Agony had overtaken him.

Simon then pointed to the elevator of the Sister Location. "You know your mission, my creation. Find Popgoes The Weasel. Kill whoever gets in your way."

Epitome Blake was silent before walking right past him and towards the elevator, snarling like a monster as he closed the elevator and went up.

Simon grinned and looked at the device still filled with Agony. He then looked at his other creations, knowing exactly what to do.