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A shower of blood spread across the spacious and almost empty room. Blood that did not belong to the person in the midst. A strange person in his own way. The body is not entirely human, but rather inhuman. Almost blind in one eye, they were frightening to humans. Blue as the water of the Black Sea in gloomy weather under dark clouds, but with a deadly glow of a light blue when the clouds recede. Ice-white skin, but in some parts, neck, phalanges, wrists, waist... were different, you could say metallic. His fingernails were sharp and of medium length. The clothing was bizarrely human, but black humor clown. His hair was dubious. First of all, it was a dark red one from the scalp, then slowly gradient, to the light at the tips. But that was not the dubious part of it, the dubious part was that when the hair was caught, braid it, he could control it, attack with it, take things, people with it. Like... metal wires. Threads that he could control whenever he wanted.

He was in the middle of the room, staring blankly at the little blood on the floor and reaching his feet. He could hear the breathless body still a little, a little alive. He could hear they coughing up blood and breathing desperately through the air, knowing that they watch had rung. One breath... and the heart perishes. The blood stained the feet of the redhead, who had begun to step forward, trampling mercilessly on human blood. He lowered himself slowly, touching the blood-stained neck with one finger. He had no pulse. A smile had appeared on the black clown's lips, rising. His eyes had shifted from one corner of the room to the other.

"I know you're here. You can get out of the dark." His voice was gloomy, with no emotion in it. If he had one, it would be full of terror and theater.

A dark, nightmarish creature, as others call it, had been seen in the dim light of the room. Black skin. His eyes were nightmarish: the white iris with the red pupil, the black sclera. His hair was black, with two colored fronts. One red, and one gold. His clothes were dark emo, but nightmare. He had bandages on his hands, stained with blood. On his stomach... he had a pattern of blood-stained teeth. And not just there.

"Who's upset you now?" He asked grimly.

"Why do you say someone upset me?"

"I see a dead body on the ground. It's not often from you. Tell me. Who it was."

"William's son." These two words, a total of 11 letters, had come out harsh and venomous, even negligent.

"Oh. Michael. What happened this time? Did he destroy your giant spoon?" He didn't answer, and Nightmare smiled a little. "Oooo~ So I'm close. Hmm, he igno- "

"HE'S AN IDIOT!" Ennard screamed with all his heart. "He Doesn't Understand That STOP is STOP!!"

"Ooo~ Problems in paradise?~" After speaking, he had been pushed hard against the wall. Metal wires gripped his hands and feet, and a pair of hands around his neck. Nightmare grinned, his eyes bright. "Bad nerves?" Ennard growled. "What exactly happened?"

"What do you think happened? Again and again and again with HIM!"

"Oh God~ I see jealousy is great in you. It surprises me."

"No. It's not. I'm desperate that he is with HIM all the time!"

"Who is this 'HE'?"

"... Your dear 'friend' C.C Afton."

Nightmare had begun to laugh. "Hehe.. hehe... Hahaha!! Jealous of Chris!? He's Michael's brother, Enn!"

"I know... I know, I KNOW!" He set Night free. "I'm crazy, I know."

"I'm glad you know that." The brunette looked at him intently. Ennard's behavior was not so frequent. If it really bothered him that Michael was working too hard, it was true. Plus he doesn't spend too much time with C.C. It doesn't seem normal for Enn to be bothered by this, knowing that he gets along well with him in general. But maybe the little time he spent with Michael really affected him. "I can take care of C.C. It won't be that hard."

The redhead's attention had been caught. "Thanks. ... Do you want something in return?"

"Nop. I'm not like Glitch or you to do everything in my best interest."

"I'm not just doing anything by interest."

"I know that. I just wanted to piss you off a little more." He smiled at him with his fangs.

Ennard growled a little. "Okay. But there's William, too." He said in a low, hateful voice.

"I can take care of him!"

Ennard tensed, knowing who had appeared. "What do you want, Glitchtrap?"

The rabbit laughed, appearing in front of Ennard, his psychopathic smile on his face. "But nothing love.~"

"I told you not to call me that. Stupid rabbit."

"But it's funny!" He giggled, his voice making an error. "I can take care of Willy.~"

"And what do you want in return for that?" Enn knew full well that Glitch would never be generous with anyone unless he wanted something in return.

The golden rabbit smiled. "But how well you know me love.~"

Ennard dug his fingernails into his arms in anger. "Say it already."

Glitch had begun to wander past the redhead. "Oh. Well, I have one innocent wish, dear Enn.~" He stopped behind him, approaching the metal neck, picking up the red hair laying on the neck. "Tonight, at midnight, here, the two of us, let's dance a little.~" He whispered in his ear, chuckling at the end.

Ennard's body had received a brief shock, holding his breath for five seconds or more. He heard the rabbit disappear from behind him, appearing in front of him. His right hand was outstretched in front of the redhead.

"Do you agree?~"

"I agree." Accept the wish.

Glitchtrap disappeared with a laugh. Nightmare was watching the animatronic in front of him.

'Just... Just happened what I think happened? Ennard let Glitchtrap?! This is a rare phenomenon. But it's still suspicious. Is Enn so desperate to hang out with Michael that he accepts a dance with Glitch? And why did he want a dance...?'

Nightmare tried to match the puzzle pieces, but none of them stuck together. Ennard had passed Night.

"Don't try to figure out what's going on. You won't succeed." With that he left the room.

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Michael had returned home hours later, throwing himself on the couch. William informs him that he may take a long break. That was doubtful. In the morning he told his son that he was going to work overnight tomorrow, now he told him he was free.

'Neh. I'm not stressed about that. I also have a break. ... Okay. I'm bored. Hmm.. I wonder what Ennard is doing. I haven't talked to him in a while. I think he hates me more now. Enn? You hear me?'

'Do not really know. It's like you said I hated you more.' Enn's voice came to Mike's mind.

'I was kidding. I have days off. Are you coming down from the vent? I know that you are there.'

Only a loud sound was heard above Mike, which made him get up from the couch.

"E-Ennard!?" Michael said the animatronic's name, watching the caller's face appear in front of him. It was upside down. "Enn?"

The redhead said nothing, just looked at him. Mike laughed a little, but perished quickly when he saw how he was looking at him. They began to stare at each other. They stayed like this for two good minutes. Staring at each other. Michael gets a little annoyed, sticking his tongue out at him to irritate him or get a reaction. Big mistake. The redhead's white hands gripped the dead man's head carefully, bringing him closer to his face, sticking his tongue out at him as well. Michael froze, not knowing how to react. He was lost in Enn's cold, blue eyes, staring at him mercilessly. His heart was pounding, his face slowly starting to turn red. Michael was beginning to feel that something was going to happen, something was certain to happen.. But what? He felt strongly in himself that yes. A grin had appeared on the redhead's face.

"Heh.. What is Eggs? Did you want something to happen?" He had taken his hands off from his dead brown hair.

"Uh- No- No." He looked away embarrassed/irritated. "I heard you missed me." He spoke, giving it a smile.

" Balderdash."

"Hmmm, I don't think Nightmare is talking nonsense. I met him at the entrance. Suspect, am I right?"

"Did he tell you anything other than that?"

"No. Why? Should I know something?"

"Not." He jump down. "Not at all."

"You're scaring me. Did you do anything?"

"Mike.."

"Okay. Okay. ... You know that you can tell me if something bothers you. We're friends."

"I know that, Mike. I know."

"Now I'm sure something's wrong with you."

"I was jealous! OK?!" Ennard spoke in a broken voice.

"Jealous?" He snorted a little. "Why?"

"..." He rubbed his hands together. 'In the last few days you've been working a lot and for a long time and haven't even let me come with you. And when you came back and had some free time, you were staying with C.C. You totally ignored me.'

'But you like to be alone. I thought you wouldn't mind.'

'Not all the time...' He sighed. "Sorry- I'm getting sentimental and it's not good."

"What? No, it 's okay. It's really good. I'm surprised.. you can get used to them, to the emotions."

"I feel like you insulted me with this."

"No! No. Not at all. How about we spend time together, hm?" Enn said nothing, just approved.

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I was at the entrance to the dark room, the last one in Sister Location. Nobody knew this side of the pizzeria. Just me, Nightmare and Goldie. And now Glitchtrap too.. I could see the old scene in the corner. Not touched. At least today... maybe. I closed the door behind me, stepping forward. I could see small shadows playing tricks on my on floor. My feet would not stop stepping forward. It's midnight after my date... it looks like someone was late for his own dance. Tch, it made me do this road in vain. I stopped in the middle of the room, though. My eyes were moving from one corner of the room to the other.

'Good thing that Michael is sleeping.. If he knew where I am now, he'd kill me.'

I stood still for a while. Until I identified a strange presence in the room.

'He came.'

"You just didn't think I forgot about our dance, did you?"

I could hear his voice grinning behind me. After a giggle. After the steps. After a glitch. Then he was in front of me.

"Nice as always. I'm surprised you managed to make such a change in your body and mind."

"What do you mean by that, Glitchtrap?"

"I mean, it's surprising that you made yourself.. half the animatron.. and the other human being of you together. The one you're not really. And that you did that with C.C's Nightmares too. Surprising.~"

I tensed unintentionally. I hate him so much-

"Let's get this over with." I said in a heavy voice.

"Oo~ Desperate?~"

"I'm desperate to get rid of you."

"Don't be like that.~" Giggle out loud, disappearing from me. I could feel my hair pulling. It was HIM. "Don't be scared.~ It will be a beautiful dance."

He had left it, holding my hand now, turning my face to his. Glitch took the other one from me, squeezing his fingers into mine. I looked him straight in the mesmerizing purple eyes. They made me jump.

"Ready?~" I did not answer, looking elsewhere irritated. I could feel his face approaching my ear. "I'll twist your mind.~"

My breath stopped, but he had quickly returned to a whimper when he began to guide me. It had started like a waltz a long time ago, after the steps slowly accelerated, starting to spin me a few times. He quickly grabbed me by the waist, pushing me almost back against the hard, cold floor. I could see on his lips how the psychopathic grin had formed.

"Flexible, fast and vigilant. I like it.~"

He picked me up quickly. My head went a little dizzy, too many quick sudden movements. I could feel his fingers moving around my waist. It began to tight me, bringing me closer to him. The hand that had been on my palm now went to my face, gripping it tightly in his fingers. His fingernails dug into my skin.

"Hehe.. I never thought I'd have you on my hands ever. Ennard. The smartes animatronic in this house. Hehe! Looks like miracles exist.~"

He pulled my skin down. I could feel it breaking slowly, the pain coming in a hurry, but it stopped before I could say anything.

"Let's dance a little longer.~ What do you say? Then you're free."

I didn't have the guts to say anything. I feel like... I'm scared.

He had taken his fingers off my pale face, leaving traces on it. He put his hand to my neck now. Bright purple eyes looking at that metallic spot.

"Have you ever thought about what it would be like to suffocate?"

My eyes widened and my breath was short. 'He's not going to suffocate me.. is he? It's not like I can't- I can't- ' I couldn't even tell the sentences in my head how agitated I had become inside. He just smiled, taking his hand off my neck, now back in my palm.

"One more round and I'll leave you.~"

He had started a waltz again, a very rhythmic one... it was no longer a waltz. Why is he doing this? Why dance?! What does he have to do with dancing? What... are you planning?

"Look into my eyes, love.~"

"What did I say about not calling me like that?" I was burning by anger. I CAN’T STAND someone calling me like that. Especially HIM.

He just smiled back at me, his eyes bright in a crazy purple color. His fingers were clenched in mine. The dance had become more of a brutal pull from side to side. He had begun to lead me hard and almost brutally to a wall, where he slammed my back on it. I couldn't open my eyes as his hands gripped mine, clinging tightly to the wall. I couldn't move them.. I couldn't move. I could feel my body start to shake, but I couldn't break the eyes contact. He forced me to look at him...

"Listen here, Enn.~ I need you."

"You don't need me for anything.. Let me go."

"Oooo... But I can't do that! You see.." He approaches my face. "I want to have some fun.~"

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"Ennard. Michael is asking about you. Can you go out once?" William's voice came from behind the door sternly. He had been standing in front of it for three minutes. "Ugh, you stayed in that bathroom for hours! What the hell can you do there?!"

The door opened. "Hello Mr. Afton." His voice was one without emotion. Bare eyes.

"Hello to you. Dull head." William looked at him from head to toe. "What's up with you?" He also asked without emotion, harsh even. He noticed that Ennar had something on his face... a trace, traces.

"It's nothing with me, Afton. Excuse me now, I need to meet Michael." He had passed him.

William did not take his eyes off him, feeling that something was suspicious. 'What in bloody hell is with you?'

Ennard reached out to Michael, who was currently talking to Goldie. "Hello Mike, Goldie." He greets them with the same voice and facial expression that he gave to William.

Michael turned to him. "Enn! Where have you been?! I didn't find you this morning."

"Sorry about that."

Behind Mike, Goldie stared at Ennard in shock. 'This isn't Enn.. he can't be! Why does he seem to have.. not even a little life in him?!' Goldie teleported from there alert.

Mike looked at his friend. He was in too good a mood to notice the small or big change Ennard was having at the moment. Even the obvious ones.

"Okay!" He clapped his hands. "Having a day off, I planned all day just for the two of us. I know how much you enjoy walking in the parks, so I thought we'd start with that. What do you say?"

"Sounds good."

Mike smiled. "Come on then- "

"Not so fast." A thick voice sounds loudly behind Ennard. It was Nightmare. "I need to talk to Ennard. Now."

Michael looked at Nightmare, then at Ennard. "Okay. I'll let you two talk then. I'll wait for you outside, Enn." He said, leaving the room.

The redhead didn't move. Night yes. The brunette put his hand on Enn's shoulder, turning him. He stared into the blankly blue eyes. Maybe he was half animatronic, but he still had a certain sparkle in them. Enn cheeks had heavy marks on them.

"What happened to you?!" He asked almost sternly, but also worriedly. "What the hell did you do last night?.."

"Nothing."

"Yes. What did Glitchtrap do to you last night?"

"Nothing."

"Do not LIE TO ME!" Night grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking it briefly. "Speak."

"..."

Nightmare swore under his breath. He raised his bright red and white eyes to the dead blue ones. "Don't get caught by Glitch anymore. Don't stay with Glitch anymore. And I hope the outside air makes you go back to your factory settings. We'll continue the conversation after you get home with Michael."

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Michael spoke happily to Ennard, who followed him silently to his right. Mike noticed late that his friend didn't say anything at all. He also stopped talking, looking at him intently and suspiciously.

"Enn, are you okay? You're quiet... Quieter than usual."

"I'm fine, Michael."

"Michael..? What happened to Eggs..?" He shot worried eyes.

"I thought it bothered you when I call you like that. That's what you usually say. Often."

"Yeah... But I call you Burn Spaghetti, too. So you can call me Eggs."

"... Okay."

"Are you sure you're okay? I thought you'd enjoy this outing."

"But I am."

"No. You're not. If you were you wouldn't be like that... monotonous."

"I'm fine Michael. Believe me."

"Stop walking." Ennard stopped instantly, as if he were a doll. Mike stood in front of him, staring at him. "What... what happened to your face?"

"Nothing happened to me."

"Yeah. Al that sounds pretty crap to me. it's like someone brutally shot you. Who did this to you?" He had become protective. Ennard is untouchable, how did he get hurt? Mike already had some suspicions and names on his mind.

Ennard didn't answer, just stared blankly at him. The dead body looked at him seriously, trying to pressure him to speak. This used to work, now it fails. Michael tried to hear what Enn was thinking, but he couldn't. It was as if there was a barrier between them. He frowned a little, scared and confused.

"Ennard.. Why can't I hear you? Why can't I hear your thoughts?..."

"I don't know what you're talking about." His voice was empty.

From here everything took a different path...

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"Nightmare.. that couldn't be Ennard. I'm worried." Goldie spoke softly from the edge of C.C's bed.

"Me too, Goldie. Me too.."

Nightmare was in front of their closet. His hands were crossed. Eyes closed and body tense. Glitchtrap had the audacity to talk to them, but only to annoy them or if William asked him to tell them something. The fact that he was starting to appear more and more often with them lately, especially with Ennard, was suspicious. But that only happened when the three of them were alone in a room. If there was only one member of the Afton family with them, he would not show up. Nightmare didn't trust Glitch, never did, and never will.

"Did I come at a bad time?" C.C asked with a forced smile on his face.

Goldie and Night had looked discreetly at each other, then at the boy. The blonde got out of bed.

"No, you didn't come at a bad time."

"Then what about these two faces of yours? Nightmare looks like someone's dead. And you look like someone's going to die."

"Uh.. did you see Ennard today? And by mistake if he did."

"No. He's still out with Michael. Why?"

"Just asking."

C.C looked at them both intently. "What are you hiding?" He folded his hands, his expression and tone of voice becoming serious, authoritative.

"We're not hiding anything, C.C." Goldie said, glancing at Night.

"You're lying. Tell me! I don't think it's so bad that you can't tell me."

"It's related to Glitchtrap." Nightmare's voice came out of nowhere. "And Ennard..."

The boy was shocked, his hands falling near his body. He get approval from Goldie that Night's short words were true. He approach the brunette.

"Further.."

"Glitchtrap always started appearing when it was just me, Goldie and Enn. And it was like.. trying to get close to Ennard. And today Goldie had seen Enn, who didn't have a twinkle in his eyes. He also had heavy marks on his face. And last night... "He stopped talking, gritting his teeth.

"Nightmare, go on." The boy's calm voice gave him strength to continue.

"Don't get me wrong what I'm going to say. Yesterday when I saw Enn, he was jealous of you for spending too much time with your brother. That bothered him a little... and I said I'd take care of it.. "

"That's why you said to go the yard!!" C.C said loudly.

"Yeah. Please don't get mad at me."

"I don't. You're lucky I liked it. Keep going."

"And so was William. And Glitchtrap had appeared, saying he would take care of Mr. Afton if.. It sounds extremely stupid what I'm going to say- If Ennard dances with him at midnight." C.C looked at Night with wide eyes and a disfigured face. "Looking at your face and- "

"ENNARD ACCEPTED?!?"

"You'll be surprised, but yes. Yes, he agrees."

"Whhhaaaaa?...! But- HA!?" The boy no longer understood what was happening. "I can hardly convince him! But- Ughhhh... ... And you say something bad happened at that dance?"

"I'm not saying that. I'm sure of it. Something is certain.. but I don't know what. And Ennard doesn't say anything. He's like a puppet!"

The room was quiet. Goldie had begun to look around him, stressed. Slowly, his ears heard footsteps. "Someone's coming..." He said blankly.

The other two looked at him, then at the door that suddenly opened. It was Michael. "What Happened to Ennard?!" Mike's clothes and hair were messy.

"Did you just notice?" Nightmare took it hard. "And why do you look like that?"

"E-Ennard.." He looked down. "He's not himself."

"Tell us something we didn't already know."

"Nightmare!" Goldie snapped at him.

"What?! I'm not scheduled or I have that the character to be a company that behaves nicely. You know that. "

Goldie sighed. "Michael, what happened?"

"I tried to talk to him, to find out what he had. I couldn't even hear his thoughts anymore. I kept insisting and instituting- until he raised his hand at me... But he lowered it after it, pushing me down. I tried to follow him, but I couldn't find him.. I have no idea where he might be."

"Wherever he is now... that's too much."

"What are you talking about, Nightmare? What do you know?"

"I'll explain to you what I told C.C. Then we have to look for him."

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A closed breath against his will, fled until he found a dark corner where he could sit quietly. Ennard had begun to cry loudly, bringing his feet to his chest and his hands to his head.

"Stop it.. Stop it.. Stop it! STOP IT!!!"

"Ennard?"

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"Ennard?" 

Eyes in tears of darkness opened, lifted up, staring at the dark purple eyes, but with a light in them that made your body move in the wrong direction. 

"Wi...William...?" 

"Who else?" He answered harshly back. "What are you doing in my office?" His voice was serious and merciless. 

Ennard looked around like a child who had first seen a classroom. Confused about how he got there and what he was looking for there. Quickly, he turned back to the man. 

"Please tell me Glitchtrap is not with you now!! Please!!!" He screamed desperately, black tears hitting old black and white tiles. 

William moved a little, amazed. "Uh.. No.. No. He's not... But what's with you?" 

"Please don't hand me over to him... please." He gripped his shoulders tightly, digging his nails into the skin. His head fell down, completely disheveled red hair covering a part of the face. 

William looked at him in shock. 'What the hell have I been up to is happening? In my life as a murderer I have never seen him so agitated and crying. He loses more oil and will lose his sight if he doesn't stop. Ugh.. Why do I have to do everything!?' 

"Stop this hustle and bustle. You'll lose your sight." 

Wide blue eyes, moving slowly and fast. The oil, which was tears, was wiped off, but there were still traces of black.. like makeup, and it was almost wiped off. They looked like old black-grey tears. He looked at William. 

"Don't give me to Glitchtrap..." His voice was close to an order, but there was more fear inside. 

"Shall I give it to you? What do you mean? And what did Glitchtrap do to you?"

"... Just don't do it. Don't tell anyone where I am. It's for their safety.." 

"Their safety!? Ennard, you're making me angry when you talk like that and you don't explain what the hell is going on." William became irritated and nervous. He didn't have time for that. He just wanted some peace, quiet and time for himself in his office, but now he seems to have a red head problem. 

"... Glitchtrap went to my system." 

"..What do you mean by your system? What did he do? Why?.." 

"I don't know..! But I'm not feeling well.. I feel like I can't do what I want.. The marks you saw on my face were made by him. He did this to me in that- Curse Dance!!" 

"Curse Dance?" 

"Yeah! From there, everything became blurred. I have no idea what changed in me, but I know I felt like a doll.. a puppet... I hate the feeling." 

William looked at him intently. He didn't understand what was going on. Why would Glitchtrap do that? What did he have to do with Ennard? What is he going to do now? 

"Please, Mr. Afton... don't tell Michael, Nightmare- no one where I am and that you know about me! I don't want to hurt them. I already altmos hit Eggs today.." 

"What were you going to do to Michael?" William tensed slowly, his face darkening. 

"It wasn't on purpose. I didn't have control. HE have it. You have to believe me.. That's why I answered you the way I did when I came out of the bathroom. It wasn't me. Please.. I'm not lying. I'm not creating a scene! You know I wouldn't do that." 

'He's right. Lately I've been getting to know him better. He still surprised me. I didn't think his program was so advanced that he could change his body and do the same with the Nightmares. And Ennard is not the type to create a scene, a fictional script. It means he's telling the truth and Glitchtrap really did something to him.' 

"Okay. I won't tell anyone. But you know they'll look for you. Even here. The vents will be the first in line. Maybe my office will be among the last, but they'll still do it." 

"And where would you like me to go? I don't know anyone but your family, the animatrons from SL and Henry. And I'm not going to Henry's house." 

"I didn't even want that." William thought for a very short time. "But I'm not leaving you alone. If Glitchtrap did something to your system, we need to find out what. And to my sadness, I'm the only one who can help you." 

"Vanny?" 

"Busy. You'll stay here." 

"How? YOU said it was risky even here." 

"I know what I said." He strides toward the wall behind Ennard. He pressed his palm lightly against the cold wall, moving it slowly from side to side. Until he stopped. Pressing with two fingers what could be seen after, that where two buttons  well camouflaged in the wall paint. He had taken a few short steps back, watching as part of the wall disappeared, black wooden stairs leading down. "But won't be here." 

Ennard stared in shock at what had opened. William had a secret room in his own office. Afton waved at him to go down, after him. Enn stepped briefly inside, the door closing behind him. He shuddered at the loud sound. 

"Scary cat." William commented coldly, stepping down the stairs. 

It was dark, but slowly a purple light could be seen at the end of the stairs. At the far right was a room the same size as the top office, but it was almost empty except for the light source. 

"You will stay here." Afton leaned against the cold, dusty wall. "Nobody knows about this room. Okay... now you know about it." 

"Does Glitchtrap know about it?" 

"No. And from here, I can watch you." He pointed to a camera. It was camouflaged in the wall. 

The animatron's face showed seriousness and irritation. "Really Afton? Will I be an experimental mouse now?" 

"No. It's a precaution. That's how I can see what happens to you when you're alone." 

"Good thought. ... Will you tie me up?" 

"Excuse me?" William felt he had missed a chapter. "Why would I do that?" 

"What if I lose my mind? You have to keep me here. Caught." 

"If you do, you can't get out. You don't know the exit code. As for how to get into this room, I put another way out, which I won't tell you as a precaution." 

"Intelligent.." 

"Thank you. I know." He said proudly, and Enn rolled his eyes. 

"Thanks..William." 

"Don't ruin the relationship." 

"I don't." He smiled weakly, knowing what he meant. 

"I'm leaving now. If there's anything," He pointed to the camera. "Just talk. But be on stage, I won't be able to keep an eye and ears on you all the time." 

"Understand." 

William left the secret room, now leaving Ennard alone. 

He looked around. Monotonous. Simple. Dusty. Old maybe. Prison.. He felt locked up in the Sister Location again. He hates the feeling of isolation, being locked between four walls. You could say he developed a fear, a phobia. But he had no choice at the moment. He had to stay away. He didn't know what was going on with him, with his mind, his system.. his soul. 

"Afton, if you hear me. Can I decorate the room the way I want?" 

- Why? - William Afton's voice came from the surveillance camera. 

"Because it's as monotonous as you are. And I have a feeling I'll be here for a while." 

William's answer had only come after a while. – Fine. - After that answer, Ennard had heard the top door open, and something was thrown down the stairs. A bag of things in it. - Old children's stuff to eat your time with. Do what you want with them. I do not care. - 

"Ooo~ Children's, huh? Someone's sentimental.~" Enn had started teasing him, sitting on the floor, putting his hands in the bag to see what's in it. 

- Annoy me more and I won't help you anymore. - 

"Okay, okay. Sorry. Geez." In the discarded bag, the first thing he took was an old set of colored pencils. "Elizabeth I bet." 

- Yep. She always wanted more. She said they weren't good enough to draw "perfect" Circus Baby. - 

"Obsessed." 

- Yeah.. -

He placed them on the tiles. The next thing was chalk. Many chalks.. "Who?!" 

- You'll be surprised. Michael. Which he gave it to C.C. -

"Michael and C.C?! There may be an explanation." 

William sighed heavily. - When Michael was little he used to draw a lot with them on the sidewalks. He drew a lot of red foxes. Like Foxy. And as the years went by, it stopped. When we told him to clean his room, he found them. And I don't know why, but the next day I found the chalks at C.C. When I asked him how they got to him, he told me that Michael had given it to him. He was very happy that day.. - 

"Hmm.. heh, sure he was." Enn put those aside as well. Then he took pictures. They were with... Ice cream. "I don't even have to ask here." He let them fall out of his hand. "Isn't there something interesting here?"

- I do not know. It's been a long time. You see, I'm leaving. I'll be back in a few hours. -

Hear the stop/mute sound. Ennard rummaged his hand through the bag. The last thing was a very very old notebook. The cover was slightly damaged, but the spine held up well at his age. Hard as concrete. The cover still looked as if it had been soaked in water. He opened it, the pages were yellow, written. The front page write: 'Michael Afton's Diary'.

Ennard was shocked, his curiosity stinging him. "Eggs' old diary... It's getting interesting. He wouldn't mind if I read it, would he? ... Neh. I bet he forget he have one. Oh God.. I have to read it out loud. I don't want to risk it. Well, let's start lecture..."

Chapter Text

Michael tried several times to talk to Ennard through their mental connection, but no avail. Quiet. That silence killed him terribly, ate him inside, grinded him slowly. Why does it have to exist? Mike was in his bedroom at the moment, looking at the spot on the ceiling where Enn usually appeared from the vents. But now no one was going to come down.

'Enn..? Please Ennard..!' His fingers had joined the palms tightly. 'ENNARD!!'

"Michael." It was William's voice coming from behind him. Mike hurried back to him. "Are you ok?" He asked him calmly.

"No!! I'm not ok!! Ennard is gone!" He screams. "Did you see him somewhere!?" Desperate.

"Not."

Michael swore under his breath, feeling his hands begin to tremble. "I'm scared.. What if something happened? He's not at Sister Location, in vents.. at home! I have no idea where he might be outside!!" The trembling had grown to his shoulders and soon all over his dead body.

William looked at him. He didn't feel so guilty about it because he knew where Ennard was. It wouldn't be the first time he'd hidden something. He walked over to his son. "Michael, I'm sure Ennard is fine and safe."

"How can you be sure of that?!"

"Ennard is smart and an animatronic killer. He will be."

Michael looked at him disfigured. "Did you just called him a killer..?" His voice was distant and determined, harsh.. outraged.

Afton stopped, looking at him. "Yes, that's right."

"The program is one! Not HIM!"

"It's all one, Michael. Now excuse me, I have some work in the office, after I will go to bed. I suggest you do the same. And don't stress, Ennard will be back home soon, I guarantee." William left the bedroom, leaving his son with suspicion and even more stress and fear.

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Ennard opened his eyes, a sign that he was waking from the sleep he didn't think he could have. He panicked briefly when he saw where he was, but his memory quickly reminded him of where he was at that moment. Still in Afton's secret room. He sighed heavily, even tired. It wasn't so comfortable sleeping on the floor, but he was already used to it. He rested his forehead on his own palm, eyes opening and closing slowly but often. He heard a click coming from above. His heart skipped a beat. In a still silence to sit and after a sound to hear when you sink deeper into the darkness, even I would be scared to death.

- Morning, sunshine. -

"Morning you too, Afton." His voice was hoarse, freshly awakened.

- You sound awful. Michael asked about you yesterday. He's worried. -

"Tell me something new." He muttered under his breath.

- Yeah. All right. And I guess Nightmare will have a nervous breakdown soon. -

"Why do you say that?" Enn had become interested, a little worried.

- His eyes twinkle, twitch. His hands are clenched. Body on alert. Suspect something. Or Someone. -

"On Glitchtrap.."

- I assume.. -

"Afton.. did you talk to Glitch?"

- Not yet. I'll do it soon. -

"Okay. ... Thank you."

- For? You owe me more. -

"Seriously?" He looked at the camera irritated and cold, his eyes blurred.

- But how not? Now excuse me, I have to go. Still a pleasant boredom, Ennard. -

Communication stopped. "Damn you Afton.." He muttered contemptuously. "I want to get out of here. I feel like I'm going crazy if I'm here for more than a week!" His eyes had been on the bag that was lying on the floor since last night. "Maybe it's time for decoration.."

Afton stopped the audio and video communication, now staring blankly at nowhere. "Glitchtrap." He pronounced the name strictly, and the shouted one appeared in front of him.

"Called again, Afton?"

"Yes." He folded his hands. "What are your plans?"

Glitchtrap looked at him, his eyes widening in astonishment. "Plans? None, William."

Afton did not swallow the dumpling that had been served in front of him. "Then what do you have to do with Ennard?"

He looked at William with the same expression on his face, as if his memory reminded him, the rabbit's ears rising rapidly. "Ooooh! Ennard! Is that what this is about?!" His legs no longer touched the floor. "I'm just having a little fun."

William looked up at him, and he was still sitting in his chair. "Fun? I know how you have fun, and I can guarantee it's not fun."

"Oh don't be like that Willy~"

"Don't call me that." He said harshly, more orderly.

Glitch grinned. "Oh. And why not? Did I touch a sensitive rope?~" He approached Afton in the mid-air. William tensed. "Don't you want me to call you like this because your brother called you that?"

"STOP."

"How exciting! I touched it well!~"

"GLITCHTRAP." William had a little left and it was all set to chaos.

The rabbit just giggled, floating away from Afton. "I'm leaving now.~"

"Glitchrap rabbit you fucker!!" He screamed, getting up from his chair, throwing the knife he always had at hand in the place where the mascot rabbit had been. The knife went deep into the wall. Glitch's crazy laugh was heard all over the room, making William's nerves grow.

"OH Afton~!" Glitchtrap's voice echoed in the serial killer's ears. "He's lost! Dead! Forget him!~"

"REMAIN SILENT!!" He covered his ears, the voice now in his head.

"So will Ennard for Michael.~"

Chapter Text

Michael was walking slowly down the boulevard. Hoodie up, a black mask on his mouth, Enn's Crullé black glasses on his eyes. His hands were in his hoodie pockets. The rotting evolves overnight. Ennard was too far away from him.. too many hours. He was going to a certain house, to a certain family. Emily. He took a deep breath after knocking on the door three times. The door opened, revealing Henry Emily.

"Michael?" The man had been surprised to see him at his door. Mike hadn't visited him in months.

"Hey.. papa.. Can I come in?" He took his glasses off his eyes.

"Of course." He opened the door wide so he could enter, closing it behind him. "Are you okay Mikey?"

"No.." He took off his mask. "The rotting is advancing, and Ennard can not be found." He sat down on Emily's white couch. "I have no idea where he is..."

Henry sat down next to him. "Why did he run away?" He suspected it was a run, not a kidnapping.

"I don't know! But Nightmare suspects Glitchtrap is the reason.."

Emily's eyes widened at the sight of the name. He hated him with all his heart from then on. "What the hell did that rabbit do?" His voice became possessive, harsh, irritated.

Michael looked at him slightly frightened. "H-Hen.. Calm down first.. And he didn't do anything."

"He hasn't done anything YET."

Mike sighed. "Do you still hate him for what happened to uncle?" He knew that Vincent's disappearance was a delicate subject for Henry and William.

"Of course!.." He realized he raise his voice. "M-my apologies."

"No need. I know.. how dear he was to..." He paused. "Even though I didn't really know him well.. I know he was a good person." He smiled altmost for himself.

"You were 5, Mikey."

"I know. And it hurts to know that every year on my father's birthday, I'm the only one who knows it's someone else's birthday too.."

"I know.. I know."

"I keep wondering what happened to him.. where he is..." Mike leaned back on the couch.

"I don't know and I hope maybe.. one day he will come at the door and say: 'I came to buzz you.' " He smiled briefly and melancholy, remembering old events from his childhood.

"Was he doing that?"

"You don't even know. Maybe he and William are twins and Vincent is a minute or two older, but he was a lot crazier than your father when he was young. In a good way." He turned to the boy. "Do you want to break free a little?"

"Please.. I feel my soul is going to explode."

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Afton's door slammed open, revealing a boy with a blue iris like lake in winter when it's almost frozen and the sun is shining on it. His lightly wavy brown hair, which covered part of his left or right eye. He wore a striped blouse, long sleeves reaching to his fingertips. The wings of a fallen angel were open in panic. Infinite blood from his forehead flowed slowly, drop by drop. The eyes of the C.C target looked at William, who was holding his hands tightly to his ears.

"Father?!" He ran to him, trying to calm him down. "Breathe, exhale..!" His hands rested on Afton's, lowering them. "Slowly.. slowly.. breathe.."

William followed the advice, calming down after two minutes. He could still feel Glitchtrap's presence around him. He raised his head from the ground, looking at his son's face.

"I'm fine now, C.C..." His voice was almost disfigured.

"What happened?! I passed by the office and heard you screaming. Is everything okay??"

William nodded in agreement. "I just had an argument with Glitchtrap.. nothing new."

The boy leaned carefully on his back, his wings balanced him. "I'm not going to ask why. But I'm going to ask you something." Afton raised his eyebrows, curious about what he wanted to ask. "Can you track down Ennard?"

William stared blankly. Maybe and can't at the same time. He looked into C.C's eyes, saying the following:

"I think it would be best to let him come to us, not us to him."

"... Yeah.. I think you're right about that.." His wings had slowly wrapped around him.

"Everything okay?"

C.C shakes his head. "I'm worried about Nightmare. He's stressed and he scream at Goldie. Nightmare isn't screaming at Goldie! He keeps saying Glitchtrap has something to do with it, and I feel he is right." He looked at William. "You?" He asked.

"I argued with him about this. He didn't want to say what he was planning and- " He stopped. He couldn't tell the real reason for his nervous breakdown. Not to him.

"And?.. He told you something else, didn't he?"

William approves. "It's personal."

"I see. ... I'm going to Michael, he barely fall asleep." He gets up, wings down.

"He didn’t sleep?"

"Not really.. no. He's worried. You know he's been close to Enn for a long time."

"I know that- " He heard a thud or a muffled scream coming from below. 'Oh no.. Ennard..' He looked at C.C if he heard anything, but there was no sign that he had. "I think it's best to you to go to him now."

"Mhm.." It was heard again, the boy did not hear. "I'm going now. Take care of yourself.."

"I will, C.C."

William waited until the door closed and heard no footsteps. Run to the computer quickly, connecting the camcorders. Ennard was on the floor, his body shaking from all joints. His fingers were stuck in his hair. William had connected quickly the audio. He was quickly taken by a scream from the redhead.

- William!! G-Glitch- STOP IT!! -

Ennard screamed, his breath almost fading. Afton froze on the spot, not moving a muscle. His eyes watched as Enn fell to the ground, his eyes whimpering with pain, black spots slowly staining the floor in a rhythmic rhythm.

- AFTON!!! -

The scream moved him, making him tremble briefly on his back spine. He just hoped no one had heard it, just him. Suddenly the creaking stopped, his hands falling to the floor. The body slowly stopped shaking. Black oil still dripping in the puddle. William looked intently at the pictures. Purple light. A slow but crazy chuckle sounded, his eyes fixed on the video camera. They were bright purple, glowing. Mouth grinning. Possessing Glitchtrap.

"Oh no..." He whispered in horror.

- Hello William!~ - He gets up from the floor. He wiped the black oil like blood from the corner of his mouth with his finger. Eyes turned to the camera. - Let me go. -

"No way!"

- I'm not afraid to break his arm. -

"You wouldn't do that. You need him for whatever plan you have." Glitch fell silent. "Normal. Now let him go! I don't even know how you got there.. But I know you can't be teleported out."

Glitch punched the wall. – GET ME OUT OF HERE, AFTON! -

"If you scream more.." The voice was harsh, authoritative.

The possessor growled, after laughing in frustration and evil. - I wasn't kidding when I said he'd be lost to Michael like your brother to you. -

The drop fell into the glass.

"I will kill you.. I will kill you with my hands!"

Glitch giggles. - Will you do the same as you killed your father?~ Oh! Sorry..! You were under my control then.~ -

"Do you have a dead wish?" He felt like he was going crazy.

- No. I just want to destroy your family, that's all. The reason: Fun and Revenge. -

"Revenge on what!? What have I done so badly for you to harm my family?!"

- I was locked up, William! By YOUR family! -

"And what's MY fault?! Dad locked you up! You took revenge on him, he's dead. What have you got to do with US?!"

- Oh Afton.. You don't understand.. -

"What did Vincent do..? You took him away from me on our birthday."

Glitchtrap looked at him through Ennard's eyes. He completely ignores the question that was asked with so much pain. He raised his hand to touch the camcorder. The fingers began to glow purple.

"He wants to come out through the video camera.."William muttered in horror. "NO!"

- YES! -

The light was about to touch it, but he had lost control of the soul.

"What the..?" Afton watched as Enn's body fell to the ground, his eyes returning to normal, in blue, now closed.

'What..? WHAT?! How Did I Lose Control?!' Glitchtrap screamed in his own mind.

'Why are you yelling?'

Glitch turned his back, glancing at the dark corner of his mind that still had a little poisonous green light in it. The wrists clung to each other in glitch handcuffs, sitting on the floor with their hands on their lap, with scars from wounds, scratches, even burns. Head hanging down, long brown hair with a few deadly green and purple strands in it also down. Pale face with heavy dark circles underneath.

Chapter Text

'Shut up, Afton.'

The victim raised his head slightly to see Glitchtrap, his eyes twinkling briefly. 'On my last name? Heh..Hehe.'

'Shut up Vincent!' Vic looked at him coldly. Glitch tensed. 'You did that..'

'Hm? What did I do?' He lazily raised his handcuffed hands a few inches off the ground. 'I'm tied up. Caught. I can do nothing.'

'Sure YOU DID Something!' He had Vincent's handcuffs electrocuted his entire body. He gritted his teeth in pain, but not so much, it wouldn't be the first time he'd been electrocuted. However, his breathing was short and heavy. 'How did you break possession?'

'I'm telling you again..: I didn't do anything.'

'Lies!' He electrocuted him again. 'I left the communication/connection on..? Mistake on my part. And YOU took advantage!'

Vincent looked at him in disgust, angry. 'Just what did you think? That I'm going to let you hurt someone else?!'

'So you admit..'

'Yes! Yes, I admit it. And? This is all I can do. You know that.'

'Oh, of course I know..' He approached him, grabbing him hard by the hair. 'Don't forget you're in my hands.' Vincent swore in his mind, being left free. 'You look so young..'

'Really, dickhead bunny?' He spoke angrily. 'You killed me when I was 29-30!'

'And it was funny, satisfying.~ EVERYONE thinks you're lost! Dead!: "Vincent Afton. Disappeared at the age of 29-30, on ---, his birthday. Sudden disappearance. No one has been found him alive or dead to this day." Ah..~ It was so nice.'

Vincent gritted his teeth, wanting with all his heart to strangle him, kill him, NOW.

Glitchtrap just laughed maniacally, looking at how angry Vincent was on him and the situation.

'I leave you in your own agony. I have to "check" someone.'

'I HATE YOU GLITCHTRAP!!!'

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"You feel better?" Henry asked the Afton eldest child softly, smiling.

"Yes.. I feel. Thank you very much, papa."

"It was my pleasure, Mikey." He looked at the clock on the wall. "I think it's time you to go home."

"Do you think so?.. I don't think Enn's back yet.."

Henry looked away, then back at the walking dead corpse. "When you see William, tell him I'd like to talk to him."

"Why don't you come to him in person? Now. Today."

Emily looked at him. "Oh. Good idea Michael. Let me just tell Charlie that I am leaving, then we can go."

Michael waited for him for a short time, in which his mind was only on the missing redhead. He longed to return home to him.

"Michael, Michael??"

"Ah! Yes?! -- Sorry, Hen.. I was thinking of Ennard.."

"Is nothing."  'I understand the feeling..'

Mike got up from the couch, greeted by a peaceful smile from Emily.

The road was a bit quiet, but calm and nice.

"You'd better go take a break, Mikey. I'll be in your father's office to talk to him if you need anything."

"Okay.."

Emily had waved at him before heading for Afton's gloomy office. He stopped in front of the door, then slowly opened it.

"William?"

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He went downstairs to check on him, even though he was taking a lot of risks. He shook his shoulder slightly.

Fingers moved, body tense.

Afton breathes a sigh of relief, but not at all. He wasn't one hundred percent sure Glitchtrap had left his body, his system. He seemed to have done it.

"Enn?..."

A small whimper left him, his body moving slowly. His eyes widened, now a light blue.

"Ennard?"

"Mr. Afton.. I can't.. see clearly."

"Good thing it's you.. I can see you can’t. The color of your eyes is dry."

"I.. is he gone?" The words had come out fearfully.

"I hope so. For now yes." The redhead had signaled that he wanted to get up, and William helped him. "Sit here with your back to the wall. I quickly go upstairs to get oil and come back down."

Ennard nodded as William Afton walked away from him and up the stairs.

The killer was looking ahead, quickly leaving the secret room. Legs going to-

"William?"

The voice echoed in his head. With great restraint he turned to the door of his office.

Henry Emily.

"Henry..?" His voice was muffled. "What are you doing here?"

"Michael was at me two or three hours ago.. and I wanted to talk to you." He moves his head slowly towards the door/hole in the wall. "What's with..."

William had run to him quickly, locked the office door, and dragged Emily into the middle of the room.

"Don't tell anyone about it, Henry. NO." Tough voice, determined, stressed, scared.

"What's with that door/hole in your wall!?"

"Do not scream!"

"What's going on here, William Afton?"

He had let go of him with a stinging look.

He had picked up a jar of black liquid from a cupboard and placed some of it in a cup.

"Come with me, but first SWEAR you WON’T tell anyone. But to ANYONE what will you see and hear. You swear?"

Henry was suspicious, but approved of the terms. "I swear."

"Perfect."

Henry followed his co-worker down the stairs in horror and cold. He was as dark as the murderer he still trusted and a friend. He saw a flash of lights at the end. Downstairs, there was a room, and on the floor, next to the wall was..

"Ennard?..."

The redhead wincedat the sound of a new voice. "Mr. Emily?..." He couldn't see him clearly. If he could see anything.

"What is Ennard doing here?!" He returned to Afton. "Why he can’t see?"

"Don't yell at me! Be patient with me, Henry Emily." He speak sharply.

He made his way to Ennard, carefully placing his glass of black liquid between his fingers. Enn knew what it contained.

"WILLIAM AFTON!"

"CALM Henry!"

"Your son is worried SICK! And Ennard is HERE! WHY!? And what is THIS place?!"

"Glitchtrap.. Mr. Emily.." Enn spoke slowly. "He corrupted me minutes ago.."

Henry stared at him. "This is true?"

"Yes. Yes. It is." William spoke. "Glitchtarp told me he was going to make Ennard lost to Michael like.. Vincent is to us."

"So he was.. I was right!"

"Henry- "

"No Henry me! I was right! Because of HIM Vincent is not here!"

Ennard had begun to regain his color in his eyes, as had his gaze. He looked at the two of them as more stressed than the other. "What did Glitchtrap say?.."

"PLEASE! Don't jump on my head." William said grinding inside.

"How do you kill a glitch?" Henry's voice and question were empty.

"You don't. You can't."

"William! Vincent is lost for YEARS!"

"And you think I don't know that or don't miss him?! God damn it Emily! He's my brother!"

There was silence.

"We have to do something.." Enn muttered softly and hesitantly, his glass empty in his palms.

"I'm aware of that. ... But what?"

"I don't know Will.. but I think we need to see what we can do with Ennard first. I don't want Michael to suffer like we did."

"Neither do I. But that rabbit is strong and a glitch in the true sense of the word."

Chapter Text

Goldie watched Nightmare, who was trying to find a solution. Unfortunately, none.

"Nightmare- "

"Goldie, please." Quickly he interrupted him sternly. "Everything is already on a totally wrong route. I didn't find him in the whole house."

"Because he's not here.." Speak slowly, let him speak now. "Michael made it clear that Enn ran away when they were in the park. So he can't be here.."

"He’s not at SL either. Where could he be?!"

"I have no idea, but you should calm down, Night." C.C's voice came from the door. "Try not to be silly."

"C.C- "

"Plush."

Nightmare sighed heavily, irritated. In the next second he was a plush. He looked up at the boy with a mischievous look.

"Happy?"

"Close." The blood on his forehead dripped down to his cheek, and he wiped it with the long sleeve of his shirt. There was a trace left, but he didn't care. He opened his arms. "Hop up."

Nightmare looked down angrily, closing in sec. "Tch." He followed the boy upside down, jumping into his arms.

C.C caught him, bringing him close. A simple but true smile had appeared on his lips. Blue eyes looked at Goldie.

"Isn't it much calmer now??" He asked with a smile, referring to Nightmare.

Goldie was a little quiet, a little panicked- a little too much- on how to respond. "Y-yesss.. very.. calm." He looked at his nightmare friend, who was sitting sullenly in the boy's hands. A burst of laughter had snapped at him. Nightmare looked adorable in his plush form and with that puffy little limbs in C.C's hands. He was very grateful to Enn for keeping this in them.

"Don't you dare laugh, Goldie." The humming voice sounded stern, but slightly changed to a more.. innocent one, it didn't sound so threatening.

The blonde tried hard not to laugh there. C.C chuckled, sitting on the edge of his bed. He had begun to sway slowly. The slow movement to the left and right made the teddy bear live and feel tired, sleepy. Slowly his eyelids closed. His breathing became calm. The boy noticed this, but did not stop the peaceful cradle. Goldie was watching them.

"You're so stressed out.. I'm surprised you haven't lost your mind yet." C.C said as if the person in his hands was awake. He smiled briefly. "Goldie, do you want to come here for a little nap?"

The caller was surprised by the question that came to him unexpectedly. "Of course.."

He changes into the famous golden plush, stepping with his puffy limbs towards C.C. The boy with infinite blood on his head also took him in his arms, swaying slowly.

"Everything will be fine..."

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'It's so boring to look at yourself as you try to make a plan when you think of one in your mind.'

Vincent froze, his eyes widening, his pupil narrowing.

He had been left alone for hours- since Glitchtrap left him in his own agony, as he had told him.

He was thinking about how he could get out. Not that it was the first time he'd thought of that- He hated this place. He hates Glitchtrap. He wanted to go home. To his brother, to his family, to his future-

'Heloooooooo. Viruses in Aftoooon.'

'This voice.. this disgusting voice.. no.. no..' He awoke slightly from his thoughts.

'You dare say that when I'm free, and you, hehe, are locked up.'

The carrier's voice had appeared in front of Vincent.

'Cassidy.'

'Vincent.'

'Oh! Just let me bow to you. O You Queen of Hell.' He said mockingly. Irony, mocked, pure.

Cassidy wasn't impressed with that. Not at all. 'No more charades. Do you want to be free?'

The question had made him cut the mockerly. 'Yes! You can do it?? I've been locked up here for years.. years..'

'Oh, I can. But I can not.'

'What do you mean by that?'

'I mean, it's up to you to escape.'

'I tried, Cassidy. I tried. Glitchtrap- '

'He doesn't have enough power to keep you here for an eternity. And yet, you are blind.'

'Here you go what?'

The girl giggles. 'You're dead. But alive. You're trapped. But in control.'

'You speak poetry again. What do you want to send me?'

'You'll find out yourself. I'm just giving you a little hint. See you soon on the other side, Vincent Afton.'

Cassidy disappeared with a laugh. The prisoner began to think, trying to find the meaning of the words spoken by the child's soul.

'She just doesn't think I can.. There's no way Glitchtrap can be.. Or it has.'

He looked at his bound hands, then stared at the glitch barrier. A crazy, suicidal idea really came to him.

'If that doesn't work out, I'm going to die in the true sense of the word. God, I apologize a lot if I do.'

. . .

'Now we're just waiting for Glitchtrap to take control of Ennard again.'

Chapter Text

"I don't think that's a good idea, Nightmare."

"I agree with Goldie. I don't think it's a good idea to go into Dad's office!"

"Stop whining so much, C.C. I want my friend back."

"Shut up, all three of you!"

Nightmare turns to his plush form, clinging to the wall under the shadows.

"Follow the plan. Yes?"

The three approved.

The plan was simple for Nightmare, complex for Michael, scary for Goldie, and worrying for C.C. Entering in William Afton's office by 'burglary' without his permission- it was scary if he caught them. C.C was stressed, Michael wasn't, he was determined to find Ennard. The night before, he analyzed his father's words and behavior in detail. He knew something. He wasn't worried, because he knew where Ennard was. Nightmare's suspicions about Glitchtrap, C.C's information about William and Glitch's quarrel, were questionable. So he'll find out if he's really hiding something.

C.C had knocked on the door. No one answered. Michael pressed his ear to it, it was quiet.

"I don't even hear papa." He said focused on the sound.

"Papa?" C.C asked him confused.

"Henry. I stopped by his house today and he told me he wanted to talk to dad. Now.. I suspect him too. And I don't like that. I don't want that."

"Oh." He looked at the door, pressing the doorknob. It was locked. "Okay. Plan B?"

"Goldie."

"Now." He teleported inside. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the hole in the wall. "Uh.. C.C.. Michael.. I think you'll want to see this..."

"Open the door first." Michael gritted his teeth, speaking harshly.

A cold had passed quickly through Goldie, quickly opening the door for the two children of Afton. Michael came in first, quickly seeing what you couldn't ignore.

"The hell is that?!"

"Wow..!" C.C flew to the wall. "What a secret door. Dad really wants personal space, not a joke."

Mike approached, seeing stairs leading down. Nightmare approached them, looking down. It was dark, perfect for him.

"I'm going. I will scream if I find anything."

"Will you scream in the plush shape?" Michael asked sarcastically, and Night frowned at him.

"Be safe.." C.C said to the black plush, ignoring his brother's sarcastic comment.

Nightmare smiled briefly to reassure him, stepping through the dark shadows. With each soft step on the steps, he could hear the voices closer and closer. He identifies Afton's, but not the other one. He saw light, bizarre sounds, much louder and clearer voices. He leaned against the dark wall, trying to see inside. William was talking to someone.. Henry Emily. Afton's business partner. He was not surprised to see him, but surprised that he did not recognize his voice. ... And surprised that the two still communicate with each other after how much war they had.

Better analyze the secret and dusty room..

"Ennard..." Night whispered in horror as his eyes caught sight of the redhead. Ennard was bleeding in a corner. It didn't look serious, but it was for Nightmare right now.

William turned his attention to Enn.

"It didn't work. I'm sorry for.. for."

"It's all right, Mr. Afton.. But can you stop- " A whisper of pain stopped his words.

Emily approached him. "I'll do it. I'm sorry."

"It's all right, Mr. Emily." He smiled weakly at him.

"Then.. Glitchtrap." Afton had begun.

"Will.."

"Don't throw those eyes and voice at me, Henry. It's the only chance we have. And we can take advantage of the fact that Ennard is injured."

"William, it's risky."

"Maybe it's our only chance. If Ennard doesn't return to Michael in the next few hours or days, I'm afraid he'll slowly lose consciousness."

Henry thought for a second. "Okay." He gets up. "Call him."

Afton was about to say his name, but the nightmare had become visible, visible.

"Wait a minute, Afton."

The two business partners returned to Nightmare, frozen in their souls. William frowned at him.

"What are you doing here? How did you get here?" He asked harshly.

"Ennard." He had stepped forward, ignoring the harsh questions. He turned to the redhead. "Why did you run away? What's wrong with you!?" He raised his voice to him.

Enn watched him, pressing the wound on the waist with his hand. "Night.."

"Answer! Not bypassed. I can't stand one of your sick word games right now.."

"..Glitchtrap possessed me.. I can still feel him in the system..."

The brunette looked at him wide-eyed. The anger quickly subsided, his hands clenching. Fangs making themselves visible, growling short.

"AFTON."

William tensed, staring at Nightmare.

"Do you think I wanted that? Do you think I wanted that? No way!" He snapped back.

"Will.." Emily had begun. "Did I calm down and you get angry? Please." He said calmly.

Afton inhales, exhales. "I'm trying to solve the problem, Nightmare."

"How!? Injuring him?!"

Henry looked up the stairs, frowning slightly. "Who's upstairs?"

William's attention was now on Emily's question.

"Who's upstairs?" He asked again, harshly this time.

"Goldie. C.C. And Michael." He answered without hesitation.

Afton and Henry were silent. Enn is frightened to hear the last name.

'Eggs...'

"Outside." Afton said coldly and firmly.

"What?"

"OUT-SIDE."

"No way, Afton. Are you involved in this? Both?!"

"NOT!" He adjusted his voice, coughing briefly. "No. Not at all. I want to get rid of this. I'll fix it."

"I do not believe you."

"I don't even care if you do or not."

Steps were heard suddenly coming from top to bottom. That stopped them from arguing. William stared at the stairs in horror. Slowly the person was revealed.

"Glitchtrap.." Afton said in a voice of terror.

"Hello, William.~"

This voice.. hysterically annoying, full of malice and filth.

He still didn't understand why. He still didn't understand why he was doing this. The past was past. He's free now. Why did he still want revenge? It's embarrassing.

"So.. the door was open." He pointed with a finger, laughing briefly. "And I thought: 'Hey! Willy left the door open for me! How nice of him.~ Oh! And his kids and the teddy bear are here to keep the door open! Especially for.. Me!' Isn't that adorable?!"

"What did you do to them?.."

"Oh! Curious little Willy??" Hysterical giggles.

"What did you do to C.C and Michael?!"

"Oh- Well, the big boy fainted because of his weak, rotten, and dead body. And the little one, I hit him hard on the head and he fainted too. Oh! And the plush is tied up and his system is currently unavailable." He said it all with a smile.

William felt black in front of his eyes. Henry too. Nightmare was angry. Ennard felt guilty.

'I told them to shut me up.. I told them I had to run. I told them they were in danger.. I told them I am a danger. They were supposed to kill me.'

Nightmare was about to catch the mad rabbit by the neck, but he teleported away from his sight.

"Why so much violence?! Are everyone in the nightmare group so violent or is just you?"

"I will destroy you.."

"Oh no no no no! You're ruining all the fun!" He teleported to Ennard. "And I haven't really had any fun yet.~"

Enn looked down with fear and guilt, still feeling himself bleeding.

"Ooo~" He leaned down, looking at the redhead's waist wound. "What a pity. And I thought I could control you now. But it looks like Afton is in my way again."

"Go. Disappear." William said harshly.

"Neh.~ I think.." He touched Enn's red hair lightly, making his breath freeze. "What do you say?" The question was not asked for anyone, you could say it was rhetorical.

"If I accept.. will you disappear?"

"I disappear? You accept?" He had started giggling. "Oh Enny!~ And whether you accept it or not, I'll do it again."

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'Oh do it! You don't even know how good it will be after!!'

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Hard breathing. Broken breath. Body shaking, tired. Eyes moved fast left and right with speed. Tears coming from the corner of the eyes, quickly reaching the line of sight, blurring the vision. The gray look. You could say he was dying of a heart attack or panic attack.

Glitchtrap controlling a soul that was not his. It was never his. As it was not Afton's either, but he still controls it for his own satisfaction, to escape. But without success.

Ennard looked at the three in the fog, feeling corrupted. The hand on his head was Glitch's, dipping his fingers into the dark red hair from above and down the steps where it was light. He feel it again, controlled, wounded, ruined.

That didn't last long.

Afton watched as Glitchtrap failed to disappear into Enn's system, but remained outside. As Ennard's eyes had not changed to purple, they remained the same. The mad rabbit watched in terror as he could not control him. He had begun to clench the hair, causing Enn to grit his teeth in pain.

"What the hell..?" He swears desperately and confusedly.

"Get away from him.." Nightmare said harshly, taking a step forward.

"What happened?!" He snapped, talking louder, pulling harder and more brutally on Ennard's hair. "What did you do?!" He yells at him

"N- Nothing!" The victim was telling the truth. "Leave me alone!"

"Not a word, Princess. You're a very interesting soul. I could control you much better than William."

"Stop.."

"Oh no. Not at all. I need to know why I can't control you again."

"Oh no, you won't.." Ennard gritted his teeth. He would have used his wires, but he felt paralyzed.

Glitchtrap growled at him more in frustration, nervousness, and confusion. There was nothing he could do to him. He felt him protected, and he himself disappearing into a glitch.

Ennard felt free, breathing lightly, trying to calm down. He no longer felt him in the system. There was not a shred of him in it.

Nightmare ran to Enn when he was released. He had begun to examine him from head to toe, gritting his teeth as he looked at the wound in Enn’s waist.

"Come on up. I'll help you. I need to bandage you."

The redhead approves, being lifted up by Night, helped to walk carefully, his stained hand already holding the wound. Helped now to climb the stairs.

Afton & Emily had climbed first, William stepping up fast. Eyes had seen unconscious boys on the ground.

"Michael! C.C!"

Afton ran to the two boys. C.C was bleeding more than usual in the head area, and Michael was rotting badly.. Henry quickly took the eldest son close to him. He tried to wake him up, but in vain.

"Ennard!"

The redhead came out of Nightmare's helping hands, stepping up the stairs. Despite Night's protest to not do it, he didn't listen to him. The pain in his waist had intensified, but he didn't care at all.

When Ennard reached the top, he ran to Mike, putting his hand on the purple rotten forehead. He breathed, a sigh of relief when he saw that the purple on the skin was slowly evaporating. He sat down painfully, looking at his other hand, which was full of dark red.

When William saw Night, he handed it C.C, and he went to get bandages from a drawer. He had carefully wrapped his younger son's head, then Enn's waist.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Afton." Ennard had thanked him, still looking at Michael.

"With pleasure." He approached the boy. "I'll take him to his bedroom. Come with us."

William took Michael carefully from Henry's hands and led him to the room on the bed. Ennard followed him carefully behind him, sitting on the floor, resting his head on the bed.

Afton sighed heavily, leaving them alone. He returned to the office. Nightmare and C.C. were no longer there, Goldie too, was just Henry.

"Hen.."

"It's a disaster.." He said. He took a deep breath. "Michael will be fine.. Ennard as well.. Glitchtrap failed to make his plan. Good.."

"Hen.."

"No.. No. It's good." He hugged himself, stopping Afton from talking again. "I'm going home. Let me know when Michael woke up."

"Of course."

Emily left Afton's house in silent.

William sighed again, tired this time, throwing himself into the chair. Fingers went through the hair, eyes closed. He was trying to calm down, to process what the hell happened almost pointless.

'Glitchtrap failed to corrupt him, that means something stopped him.. But what?'

"I just hope he doesn't have another plan..."

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Ennard heard Michael wake up, looking up at him slowly, smiling at him.

"Hey Eggs.." He greeted him softly.

Michael quickly rose to the sound of a longed-for voice. When he saw Ennard beside him, his heart softened.

"Enn!" He jumped into his arms, holding him tight. "Stop doing this.. Don't do it again. Never!"

The redhead smiled, placing his unstained hand on Mike's back, stroking him slowly.

"I won't do it again.. I promise."

Michael had begun to cry, trembling.

"Shh.. shh.. I'm here. Shh.."

"I missed you.. You scared me you terribly stupid human wires!" Michael hit him in the chest with tears, looking at him seriously, but with great longing.

Enn smiled warmly at him, running his stained hand through the brown hair with a little purple in it, specific to the Afton family, staining it a little.

"I won't do it again. I promise. There was a dilemma and now.. it's over."

Michael stared at him. "Sure..?" He took Enn’s stained hand in his.

"Yes."

Mike closed his eyes, squeezing the redhead's hand. He could feel it being slightly damp. He looked at it, seeing red.

"Blood?..." He looked at his friend, his eyes falling on the redhead's body. Bandaged waist. "Enn!?" He was panicking.

"Shh.. I'm fine now. He'll be cured. It was an accident."

Michael frowned. "You're lucky I'm too tired right now. But I want an explanation tomorrow."

Ennard approves. "Rest, Eggs." He got up, wanting to leave him alone, but his hand stopped him. "Mikey?.."

"Wait..." He murmured softly. "Stay and don't leave me alone again."

"You need rest.."

"I need you."

"Eggs.."

"Enny. Please.."

The redhead sighed, looking at him with tender eyes.

"Okay. But not on the floor." He pointed to the bed behind him.

Michael smiled, got up from the floor, took the redhead's hand, and dragged him to bed. Ennard had been taken by surprise by this gesture, falling into bed. Mike laughed, staring at the redhead's face.

" You still have the wound on your cheek.."

"Really?"

"Mhm.. But it's going to disappear.. I'm sure of that." He smiled sweetly at Enn, pulling the hair out from his face.

"Enough chit-chat. Sleep. You're still weak."

"Okay, okay.. But when I wake up, you have to be here. By my side. Yes?"

"Yes. Yes. Now sleep."

"Mhm.. You sleep too.. stupid human wires." He said, closing his eyes.

Ennard smiled, taking the blanket from the side, placing it only on Michael's body, not his too. He wanted to follow Michael advice, to get some sleep too, but a voltage swept over his whole body, rising quickly from the bed. He felt it again, making his head spinning. Enn had run to the bathroom, closing the door tightly behind him. He looked in the mirror. Michael was right, the wound was still there. But something else caught his attention.. his eyes.

One blue, the right one, and one green, the left one.

He had both blues. He may not seen so well on with the left one, and now it was green, but blue is his color.

He put his hand to his changed eye, touching the skin under his eye.

"What happened to me?... No spirit or animatron program from Sister Location is in me.. Just my spirit."

He stared intently at the green iris.

"And this is a much more intense and.. toxic green? Green than Baby's, or even Bonnet's doesn’t have. Then what do I have!? Even I don’t have- not had- green eyes! They are light blue with a hint of red in them.. At which everyone laughed at me.." He mumble for him last part. "It's not normal for my iris to change so suddenly.. Or does it? No. It doesn't."

"Oh- Are you still panicking a lot!?"

Ennard stepped back in fear, after he himself spoke back.

"D- d-did I insult m-myself?!"

"If you want- Yes."

Enn froze. He looked at him in the mirror. He wasn't alone.. He wasn't alone.

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Ennard still stared in horror at his own reflection in the mirror. He stared intently.

"Who are you? And how did you get in me?" He was sure he hadn't gone mad. Not yet, at least. There was no other spirit from Sister Location in him. He had driven them all away. As he had done with Ennard's system.

He changed his eyes, now green, in the mirror, smiling back at him.

"I'm Virus." He from the mirror with green-eyed answered.

"What do you want?" He asked harshly.

"Listen, before we get the hang of it, and I feel like I've already done it.." The last part he mumbled. "But I'm good! I'm on your side! Believe me."

"Oh, yes. I believe you." He spoke sarcastically. "Are you Glitchtrap’s puppet?! The whole show downstairs was a charade for you to show up and control me!?"

"What..? No!!"

"I feel like you're not who you say you are. Yet the irony of your 'name' says otherwise. A virus in my system. An impostor. But that's not your real name. Am I right?"

The virus frowned, tensing.

Ennard grinned briefly, then looked seriously at the reflection. "So I'm right, Vincent Afton. Am I right?"

'...'  "Geez. But you quickly got the caught." He rolled his eyes. "I hate your advanced system and that I didn't stop it from detecting me in time."

"William Afton's older brother." Ennard continues seriously.

"Okay! Okay! Yes- Not even bigger- A minute or two, we are twins. But how do you know me?" He asked coldly. "There's no way your system can identify people you don't know or haven't heard of before."

"Michael told me. Not much.. I know more from what I saw in his mind when I was in total control. And the system detected you."

"Okay.." He relaxes a little. "But no one needs to know about me. Not yet. We can risk.."

"..Glitchtrap."

"Bingo. He kept me locked up for years.. And I finally got out."

"It's just that you're in my system now. Like a virus."

"I couldn't help it. And how.. it's not funny to have your wrists clinging to each other in glitch handcuffs, sitting on the floor, with scars from wounds, scratches, burns on your body, pale face with heavy dark circles underneath." He said in a little pain and anger, more frustration. Torture, loneliness and separation from his brother, killed him.

Ennard mutes. The spiritual-human part of him understood what it was like to be closed against his own will. He calmed down to not exaggerate.. He looked at Vincent without emotion.

"And will my eyes and voice be like this every time you take control?"

"About that. But from what I see here.. your system is developed. I think I can do that so we don't give up for the time being."

"Agree.."

"Looks like Willy did a great job with Henry."

"Mhm.."

"Do you know anything about Henry?" The question came out of the blue.

"Not too much. I'm not interested in the person who left me."

"... Okayy.. Heh.. And Willy?"

"Monotonous as always."

"Do you know anything about a.. Sammy?"

"Sammy?" Ennard became confused, searching this information. "No. I don't know or hear anyone with that name. Sorry."

Vincent thought. "Okay. Thanks Enn. And I think before you go back to Michael, wash your hand."

Ennard approved, quickly adding water, wiping away the cold dark red-black milk.

"Fix the eye. I don't want you to get us away, do you?" Enn told him in a normal tone.

'Already resolved.'

Enn looked in the mirror. His eyes, both, returned to normal. "So now we can communicate by mind."

'Well, somehow I'm in.. your system.'

"Mhm."

He shook his hands as he stepped out of the bathroom into Mike's bedroom.

Ennard sat back next to Michael. Luckily the boy was still asleep. His happiness.

'You like him?' The new voice asked.

'Shh. But yes..'

'Uuu~ I didn't think it would be so easy to make you admit it.'

'Can we talk in a way that Eggs can't hear us?'

'Oh. Sure. Close your eyes, imagine a dark room, and from there I'll do the rest.'

Ennard had done as he was told, feeling his mind detach.

'You can open your eyes now.' The virus's voice was heard closer now.

Ennard opened them, now looking at Vincent for the first time. The wrists were reminiscent of the glitch handcuffs he mentioned in the previous conversation. He could see scars from wounds, scratches, burns. Long brown hair with a few deadly green and purple strands in it also just down. Pale face with heavy dark circles underneath. As he described himself at the beginning.

'You look like William. It's just that you look younger than him.'

The twin's face darkened a little. 'OK I know everything. I was killed young. OK!?'

'Okay, okay. Short temperament. Nice. We are in the same pot.' Vincent frowned at Ennard's words. '... Do you want to go back to your brother?' The redhead tried to change the subject, receiving a gentler reaction.

'Ardently..  I miss him so much.'

Enn smiled briefly. 'But not just him. Am I right?'

Vic snorted briefly with a laugh. It seemed to be a release one. 'Yes. Not just him. And his children and.. Henry.'

'Uuuu~'

'Stop.'

'No thought. You will always do it with me and Eggs. I'll do it too.'

Virus said nothing, but looked down.

'Now in the most serious way: Do you like Henry?'

'We were- best friends. ...' He sighed. 'For a long time.. And after he divorced her, after months of the divorce, to be exact, I wanted to tell him. Finally! But Glitchtrap- Ugh.. I couldn't tell him anything. And this time I will not try. I don't see the point.'

Enn looked at him with pity. 'I'm sorry. But maybe you can still- '

'Heh.. No, no. Is fine. And I won't try. Now I just want to be free. But I'm still too weak to do that. I barely managed to escape Glitchtrap's dungeon and get here.'

'So I'll be what Michael was to me years ago. Wonderfull.'

'Don't dramatize so much. I'll be good.'

'Mhm. Hope.'

'I hope You will be too.'

'I am.' Enn told him seriously.

'I hope so.' His eyes twinkled for a split second. 'Your boyfriend is waking up.~'

Ennard had blushed a little, but he tensed more, frowning at Vincent.

'He's not my boyfriend.'

'Not yet.' He snapped his fingers, Enn instantly closing his eyes as it opened in the real world.

Ennard blinked quickly a few times, then looked at Michael, who opened his too. He looked at Enn, smiling at him.

"You stayed.." His voice was hoarse, freshly awakened.

The redhead blushed a little. "Of course I do. I promis."

"Not really.." Mike turned to him with his whole body, taking Enn’s hand that was stained before. "You washed it."

"I need to.. But I'm still here. Next to you."

"Yes.. Yes you are."

They sat quietly for a while, Michael slowly massaging the redhead's hand, losing himself in his own thoughts.

"Enn.." He said his name softly. "Would you like to be with someone in the near future?"

Ennard blinked briefly. "Maybe? Why?"

"I like you." Michael said so lightly, as if he had been waiting for years to speak, and now the padlock had been broken.

Enn blushed when he made/processed the words. Shutting up. Michael just looked at him. Smiling at him.

"I like you, Enny. It's been two years since my family reunited. And we've been together for a while in the past. We used to hate each other. But now we don't. And I'm starting to have feelings for you."

Ennard was in shock and listening.

"I was planning the day and the moment when to confess this.. the feelings.. but you know very well that no plan holds to the end. Something intervenes beforehand." Michael looked at Enn straight in the eye. "But you? Enn.. I don't just like you.. I love you. I was terribly worried when you disappeared!" Breathe, exhale, to calm down. "Please.. answer me, Enny."

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"I love you too."

The words were finally released in a calm and loving tone.

Michael looked at him happily, taking him in his arms first. He didn't want to kiss him until he agreed. He didn't want to risk anything. He didn't want to lose him.

Ennard took him in his arms tightly, smiling happily. It didn't take long for Enn to take a sweet kiss on the dead body boyțs lips, with Mike kissing him back, happy that he did it early as he wanted.

It was cold but sweet. Cold because of both. Sweet from their recognized love.

When they broke it, they looked into each other's eyes, blushing slightly.

"I love you so much." They said suddenly, embarrassed and blushing more after they realized it.

Ennard jumped into Michael's arms, making him fall on his back on the bed. He was full of happiness and energy. Completely forget what happened before. He completely forgot about the wound. Completely forgot about everything and everything, only Michael staying in his mind.

Mike chuckled at his gesture. He put his hands on the redhead's pale cheeks, taking him in a deep kiss on the lips. Enn was surprised, but quickly kissed him back, one hand running through his boyfriend's disheveled hair and the other at his waist, bringing him close to him. Afton's son's hands went deeper, gripping his love's neck.

The virus felt the fiery feelings of the two deviate, which deepened with the accentuation of their kisses and movements.

'No-uh. Don't do anything while I'm here. After I leave, do what you want!'

He thought, hoping Ennard might have heard it, but he didn't, so he took control, breaking the kiss, mentally hitting the redhead.

'Not! I said be good!' Virus scolded him, handing him back control.

'I was!'

'NO! You went deep.'

'It was just a kiss.'

'One that would have led to something else. And the movements as well.'

'Mhm.'

Enn rolled his eyes in his mind, then looked at Mike, who saw him red under him.

"Was.."

"..fantastic."

Michael is ashamed, giggling, smiling back.

"Can I call you mine now? My boyfriend?~" He said with a grin.

Enn had turned red as his hair. "Y-yes.."

Mike gently pulled the redhead down beside him. He had begun to touch his hair. Fine, soft, cold, gorgeous. Just like him.

"I love you, Enny."

"I love you too, Eggs.."

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"... So they're together."

"Isn't that fantastic?!"

"If you mean fantastic by: William will destroy him. Yes. Yes, it's fantastic, Goldie."

"But Nightyy."

"Shhh!"

"How's C.C?"

"He's okay. Still asleep.. I'm surprised you're awake. You've recovered." Night said softly.

"It was just a system error that Glitch gave it to me.." Goldie leaned on Nightmare's shoulder. "I hope it's not a serious one.."

Night looked at him sympathetically, taking him in his arms. The blonde looked up at him, slowly touching his arms.

"Nighty..?"

"Shh.." He said softly, as he took him more to him. "Take care of yourself.. I wouldn't want to lose you. Neither you, nor C.C.. nor Enn."

Goldie smiled tenderly. "That's not going to happen, Nighty! Brother."

The brunette smiled at him, hugging him tighter. "Mhm.. Let's get out of here anyway, back to C.C.."

The blonde approves, both teleporting to C.C's bedroom. The boy had not yet woken up, his head bandaged, but soaked in blood. Nightmare was relaxed that his wings weren't hurt, otherwise the boy's heart would have broken even more.

"Are you worry for him?" Goldie asked his brother softly.

"Why not? I am." He turn to plush now, standing to the right of the boy.

The other smiled softly, the same turning to plush, only that he stood to the left of the boy. They wanted C.C to be close to them. To protect him. To not run away from fear.

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William had been looking at his hands for minutes now. He closed and opened them. He was puzzled, confused, in conflict with himself from within.

'Afton- '

"Not now, Springtrap." He told him serious.

'But- '

"I said Not now."

'But it's about- '

"I Said SILENCE!" He screamed, punching the table, unbalancing the stack of sheets, a pencil falling to the ground and breaking its sharp point.

The program hadn't liked this attitude of the serial spirit, starting with the pain that William had died through the pride of getting rid of them. Springlock failure.

Afton screamed in pain when he felt the trigger, blood red tears streaming from his eyes. He gripped his fingers tightly against the edge of the table, his fingers on the wood. The body fell from its chair on the cold floor of the gloomy office.

"Stop! STOP! STOP!!"

Sprintrap let him suffer for another minute, then stopped. William fell to the ground for good, in pain, panting hard and desperately. Red tears still fell from his eyes, as did the one from his mouth. His body began to shake rapidly as if he were walking in pajamas in the snow at night and blizzard.

"I hate you..." He said, trembling in pain, panting.

Springtrap didn't say anything to him, he even ignored his malicious comment.

'Now that you're like a wounded slave or animal,' William growled angrily at these words. 'You will listen to me.'

"Fuck you..."

'Shut.' He gives him a brief thrust of pain, causing Afton to grit his teeth and be silent. 'Good. Now listen to me. Glitchtrap is not here. Not in you either. Or in this house. Something drives him away, scares him. But I do not know what. Maybe a virus or something. Do you know anything about that?'

Spring waited a long time for the question to be answered. Afton was barely regaining his strength to speak.

"I don't know any virus... Only Glitchtrap. But he's more of a glitch, an error than a virus..."

'So you don't know what happened? How Ennard is all right now?'

"No! How the hell do you want me to know How!?" He snapped at him angrily.

'You don't have to revolt at me. But either way. That's your nature. The character of Afton.'

"Ugh... You- " He wanted to get up, but he fell again, in his own blood this time. "I hate you..."

'Tell me something new next time. Be more creative.'

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"Hey Enny..." Michael was in Enn's arms, playing with the tip of his light red hair at the ends that reached to his hands. "What happened to you? Why did you run away so suddenly? Why did you disappear like that? Why were you in father's secret room, which I'm going to ask tomorrow. Why are you injured in the waist? What about Glitchtrap? What- "

He had been stopped by a long, possessive kiss that melted Michael inside. It hadn't taken him long, for his sadness. Ennard slowly touched his right cheek, looking him in the eye.

"Calm down. You ask too many questions too quickly and one after the other. If you want me to answer each one, one at a time. Okay?"

Michael approves red-faced and speechless.

Enn smiled at him, then perished, beginning to explain what had happened, but the deadly dance set it aside. He wasn't comfortable telling him that, even if he had to. He was afraid of his reaction now that they were.. together.

Michael was speechless at the end. Putting everything in his mind, trying to find his words. But he failed. Ennard looked at him with a small smile, taking him closer to him, putting his hands around Mike's waist.

"Everything will be fine.."

"You scare me.." Michael said softly.

"I apologize. Just.. let's not think about what's worse. Let's enjoy these moments while we have them."

"Mhm.." Michael leaned closer to him, closing his eyes. He felt a mysterious silence envelop him, taking his breath away. "Do you have a schedule for tomorrow?"

"No. I don't. Why?"

"How about an outing? Just the two of us. Only us."

Enn blushed briefly, kissing Mike’s pale hand. "It would be a great pleasure for me to go out with you tomorrow. And maybe we'll go to your old house, to be a little alone."

It took Michael a few seconds to figure out what the author meant by the last words, after he blushed when he realized, but he quickly smiled at him.

"Why not. It's chaos here anyway.. A break and a time only the two of us, alone, wouldn't bother me, at all."

'ENNARD!!!'

'Oh my gosh. I forgot about you completely.'

'I notice that too. Ugh, indifferent as always, Mason.'

'Excuse me...?'

"Enny?"

Michael looked at him worriedly when he saw his facial expression.

"Enny? Did something happen? Please say something."

'I can feel you, Enn. Or rather, Mason. Nice name. Spirit.' Vincent continues, becoming as cold as his brother, regardless of the feelings of those around him.

'Get out.'

'I would really like that, I'm serious. But I can't, yet. But if you're somehow afraid I'll tell someone about your little secret, you better be. Step on my tail and I'll do it. And don't provoke me. I am capable.'

Ennard growled. 'Cruel and soulless. Like William Afton. You two are really relatives. I see that indifference is from generation to generation.'

'See what words you say. My brother's son is in your arms. Oh! I see that he has tears, how cute.~'

The redhead quickly woke up to reality, looking at Michael, with tears in his eyes and looking at him with fear and worry.

"Mikey- "

"Stop playing games like this!!" He frowned at him. "It scares me. I'm not in such a good emotional state that I can stand it. Please.."

He felt guilty, which Vincent was satisfied with.

Enn wiped the tears from the dead corpse face, taking him tightly in a hug.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Mikey.."

"I forgive you.. Just.. don't do this anymore, it's awful."

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'Maybe he'll do it again.'