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Cassie looked over the ingredients to the remnant destructing substance and noticed it was a lot of witchcraft and theology.
"So we need a cross because...why?" Oswald asked, and Cassie shrugged.
"A cross?" Ralph asked, looking a little bit like he thought he could help. Cassidy had dissappeared, supposedly to do something to help the group. Cassie hadn't really been paying attention, she was too worried about her father.
"Yeah, specifically one that was dear to someone harmed by the spirit you're erasing before the harm took place." Sarah read out. "It's only needed to consecrate the mixture, it won't get destroyed or anything." Ralph nodded, and pulled something out of his pocket, an iron cross on a chain.
"Here. It's Henry's, from when he was fifteen. He met William when he was sixteen, so it should work. It's, uh, a lucky charm of mine, you could say." Cassie wanted to question how he'd known Henry before William, and then let him do all that, but decided not to.
"Alright. We don't need it yet," Millie said. Ralph nodded and pocketed it again, quietly smiling at what must have been a good memory.
"Tell me when you need it," Ralph said, "I'd rather stay lucky while I can."
Somebody knocked on the door. The knocking sounded moderately annoyed, and familiar.
"Papa?" Cassie asked incredulously.
"Hi," her father said, stepping back in the room, "Michael's alive. A friend of his animatronic buddy told me so." Gregory dropped the wrench he had been holding for no apparent reason, and Cassie jumped into her father's arms. He caught her and hugged her. "Hi, honey. I'm alive, too. No need to worry,"
"Thank god," Gregory whispered, "thank god." Vanessa smiled tiredly.
"What're we working on?" Her father asked, and Vanessa showed him the blueprints and the gun. "Alright. Let me help you out," he said, and he settled down to work.
"Cassie, Gregory. Could you two come over here?" Her father asked. Cassie had seen him quietly talking something over with Ralph and Vanessa, who had come to a grim agreement. "So, it would be...convenient if Gregory went into a door about now."
Cassie frowned in suspicion. "You're hiding something."
"Yeah. Don't think about it too hard," her father said. "Cassie, I taught you first aid. I'll walk you two over." Cassie and Gregory made eye contact.
How do you want to play this? Gregory asked her with his eyes.
Let's ball, she returned.
"Alright." She said confidently. "Let's do it. Do you want me to wait outside?"
"I'd like that," Gregory said shakily. He'd been quiet before this, "I'd also like it if you brought a first-aid kit."
"Of course I will," Cassie said, "it's not like I want you to bleed out and die."
"Thanks, Cass." Cassie smiled and hugged Gregory. "Let's do this."
Cassie's father found a first-aid kit for Cassie to hold. Gregory and Cassie hugged their new friends goodbye, plus Ralph and Vanessa, and then they headed off.
"I don't like this," her father told them. "I don't trust anything about this situation. But it seems like this is the only way." Cassie nodded. She felt the same way.
"All we can do is our best," Cassie told him, quoting her mother.
"All we can do is our best, honey." Cassie's mother said, a soft smile on her face as she wiped Cassie's tears over a drawing Cassie had gotten frustrated with.
"Are you sure?" Cassie asked, voice shaky from crying. Her crayons were gripped tightly in her hands. Her mother nodded.
"I'm sure, baby. I'm sure." Her mother sighed sadly, and then smiled reassuringly at Cassie.
Her father nodded sadly, remembering. "That's true." He said. Gregory kept hold on her hand, and she squeezed his hand. Gregory squeezed back.
They got to the door all to soon, but somehow not soon enough. Cassie felt unsettled and she hated it. She didn't want Gregory to go into danger. He was her friend! But something told her it had to be done.
Cassie hugged her father goodbye, and her father loped off, leaning on his left leg. Cassie hoped he would be all right.
Gregory turned to her, looking afraid. "I'll be okay," he said, and Cassie could see he was trying to convince both her and himself. Cassie smiled warmly at him.
"You will be." Cassie said firmly. "I order it. If you die, I'm bringing you back. Don't test me, Gregory." Gregory smiled, and laughed a little.
"Yes, ma'am." He said, looking tired. "Thanks, Cassie. You've been an angel." Cassie smiled, and grabbed his hands.
"Wait to sing my praises after you live, Gregory. Don't make this our final goodbye. I intend to know you for a long, long time." Cassie said firmly.
"You, too." Gregory said. "If I don't make it—"
"You will." Gregory nodded, swallowing.
"But if I don't, tell our friends I'm sorry." Cassie nodded, eyes watery.
"I will. I love you, Gregory." Cassie said, and hugged him.
"I love you too," Gregory said, "no homo."
Cassie pulled away. "What?"
"Isn't that—?"
"You're looking for no hetero," she said, giggling. Gregory nodded.
"No hetero." The two kids fist-bumped, and Gregory walked through the door. Cassie slid down to the wall and tried not to think about what would happen if either of them failed.
Cassie felt a presence in her mind, one that reminded her of her mother. Do not worry about your friend, the woman said, taking shape in her mind's eye, face covered by a yellow mask that reminded her of Chica, the version on Millie's mask, one of the young ones will help him, and my husband is watching from above. He sees all. Cassie nodded, what else was there to do?
"Who's your husband?" Cassie asked aloud, and then she turned to the side. The woman was right there, sitting next to her, back to the wall.
She was beautiful. She had brown skin and deep brown eyes like Cassie's, and dark hair with loose curls down to her shoulders.
"My husband is Henry's old friend." The woman answered.
"What's your name?" Cassie asked. The woman smiled at her, and Cassie felt warm.
"My name is Fiona. What's your name?" The woman asked kindly.
"Cassandra Marjorie Fitzgerald. But you can call me Cassie." Cassie said, giggling. "Cassandra's a little long, and nobody calls me Marjorie. That was my mom's middle name, too. Her name was Aaliyah." Fiona smiled.
"That's a lovely name." Fiona said kindly. "I'm sorry about the mess today. I wasn't able to stop it," Fiona said, sounding tired.
"It's not your fault," Cassie said, after a second of thinking, "it's William's. Is he your husband?" Fiona laughed quietly.
"No. I prefer my men stocky, and kind. But I think I could have stopped it, if I had changed a few things a long time ago." Cassie shrugged.
"Well, maybe you could have. But maybe it would have always turned out this way. There's no point in stressing about it." Cassie said, and Fiona nodded.
"That's true," Fiona said, "but I do tend to worry. But I'm not here to tell you my life story. I'm here to guide you, and warn you." Cassie nodded, looking up at her. Fiona looked Cassie in the eyes, and Cassie was suddenly nervous.
"Warn me of what?" Cassie asked nervously.
"The Sun. He is going mad. Even though he is on your side, you should be careful of him." Fiona said, and she looked regretful. "He's possessed by somebody nobody knows, except for one on your team. He is a dear pet to my husband and I." Cassie cocked her head.
"A pet? The Daycare Attendant is your pet?" Cassie asked, confused. Fiona shook her head kindly, and smiled.
"No, dearie. The man currently replacing the Attendant is my pet." Cassie looked at her.
"Is that allowed? Like legally? Or morally?" Fiona shrugged, reminding Cassie that she was in fact affiliated with Fazbear.
"Well, maybe. He likes to sleep, and my husband and I appreciate the fuller home." Cassie nodded suspiciously. "He's very competent, don't worry. He's just a little insane. We've brought him up to help you." Cassie nodded again. Fiona smiled.
"That's...weird, but I've seen weirder. I'm not an expert on relationships." Fiona shrugged.
"Neither am I," she admitted, "I don't think you have to be, though. Love finds its way through. But I shouldn't distract you any longer. Do you know how to set a broken arm?" Cassie blinked, suddenly worried about Gregory again.
"Yeah," she said. "I do. Will I need to?" Cassie asked.
"Yeah. Good luck, Cassandra. Stay determined. If you do, victory will be much easier." Cassie nodded.
"Thank you, Fiona." Cassie said. Fiona smiled, and disappeared. Gregory came stumbling through the door, holding his arm. "Gregory!"
Gregory smiled, and held up a container of Remnant.
"Got it," he said gleefully. "I fucking got it. Also, I think my arm's broken." Cassie sighed.
"Can it wait until we get to safety?" Cassie asked. Gregory shook his head. "Alright, sit down. I'll splint it up." Gregory slid down to the floor and regaled Cassie with his tale.