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My dad seemed relieved to see me. He pushed away Toy Chica and Bonnie and walked up to me. I wasn’t much help. I rubbed my arm even though I was fine. I rubbed my sneakers to my ankles. I awkwardly stood there, preparing to hide in my hoodie for safety.

Dad came up and hugged me. I could tell he had been crying, but still was angry.

“Where were you?” he asked. “Do you know how worried I was? I thought you were missing! You know you’re not allowed here without me!”

“I had a friend,” I told him. “Crystal, from next door.”

“And she may be strong and brave but Freddy’s is hard and deadly. Do you know how many kids go missing here? Why just a few days ago Crystal’s sister vanished. I don’t want that to happen to you.”

Do you know how many you’ve killed, father?

“I’m fine, dad. Let’s just go home.”

“Where’s your bike?”

“Out back.” Priorities, dad.

Foxy and Puppet exited into the main room. “I’ll get it tomorrow. Let’s go home.” Dad had turned to go, but I stayed glued to my spot.

Home? I can never go home. You're not my dad! My dad wouldn’t kill kids in cold blood. My dad wouldn’t kill Chris and Liz’s best friend. My dad wouldn’t do that to Henry. Does Henry know what you do?

“Mike?”

I hadn’t realized I was crying. I couldn’t tell him I knew, then he would kill me. Or, would he experiment on me? Or would he end up not being the killer and send me to the nut house.

I figured it was best to act scared and innocent. “Dad!” I cried running up and hugging him. I cried into his purple satin dress shirt. “The robots were scary and Crystal and I split up, and it’s dark and I’m tired and-and she could be hurt, or dead. And I was worried. And I just-”

“It’s ok Michael.” He hugged me again. “Let’s go home, and relax. I’ll make you some hot chocolate, and we can watch some tv and then you can fall asleep. And you’ll feel all good in the morning. Sounds good?”

I nodded, face still implanted into his shirt. He pulled me off and tucked me under his arm. He squeezed me closer when we passed the animatronics.

He opened the doors to the parking lot. I turned back to the animatronics, the kids still inside them.

Bonnie had put the plastic mask on his hand and was showing it to Chica. “Hey look, it’s a facepalm.”

“If I had hands, I’d punch you.”

Somehow, it made sense that those were the words of goodbye from this place.

The Aftons pushed out the doors, stupid Michael wrapped up in my killers arms.

“Daddy’s boy,” I muttered to myself.

“We have to go help Michael,” Toy Chica exclaimed. “He didn’t do anything wrong. But what if William kills him?”

Toy Bonnie went up to TC. “He’d only kill him if he knew. And Michael doesn’t know. Everyone who knows was right here. No one told anyone, right?”

“Actually,” Charlie said, sounding guilty. “We gave him the pieces and he built the puzzle.”

“You told him!” Toy Freddy shouted.

“I told Crystal,” I confessed. “Well not directly, but she understood what I said and connected the dots.”

“You told your sister! About us!” Toy Freddy switched with anger.

“Look what she did to Balloon Boy,” TB pointed to the animatronic kid crushed on the floor. “Actually, he deserved it.”

“Well, Crystal is a great actor. She can pretend to be dumb. I know William won’t suspect anything from her.”

“So she’s going to hand him in?” Foxy asked. We nodded. “Then what will happen to Mike?”

I didn’t think about that. He looked pretty upset back there. Even if the tears were fake, his mom and siblings are gone. Who else does he have, other than Willie?

“Maybe it’s best if she keeps it a secret. Michael needs time to recover mentally,” I voiced.

“Well whatever happens, I’m ok with it.” Freddy turned to the camera. “Now, who wants to get the nightguard?”

The animatronics ran into the hallway. Me and Chica hit the vents. We arrived just before the others.

“Nevermind guys, it’s just Freddy.”

“God damn it!”

I had to ponder reporting William. I didn’t have any evidence other than “oh, the robot that my dead sister possesses told me so.” Plus, Michael was not looking good! I passed him the other day and he looked out of it. He wasn’t even paying attention during school. He had the grades to pass, he just seemed distant. Lucas, David and Corey tried talking to him, but he just told them to “go away” and “leave him alone.” Who else was going to help this broken mess. Henry? Dude has his own issues.

He doesn’t even ride his bike anymore. He just walks alongside it, staring at the sidewalk. I can’t tell you how many times he’s almost gotten run over.

And on top of it all, my parents are getting ready to move when the school year is over in a few weeks. Why stay in the place where your daughter died?

A few days after our little romp through Freddy’s, Craig quit and was replaced with Jeremy Fitzgerald. William spent a lot of time there now, adjusting the animatronics, making sure everything ran smoothly, killing kids, the usual. Michael got to see Jeremy a lot as he ended his shifts. Michael seemed to be getting better.

Then my sister killed a man. Michael seemed to go right back into the painful confusion he spent the whole school year in.

I think eventually he got better, but when I moved out he was still deep in depression. I hope that kid got therapy.

Second to last, still really want to make a sequel. I've got an idea for basically every game. People apparently like my writing style, but all I see is a girl making jokes.