(Michael Afton's POV)

"So what's the plan?" I ask.

"We haven't figured one out yet," Chica says.

"You gotta be kidding me," I just wanna slap myself now. "You've been thinking about getting revenge on my father for around ten million years and you haven't got a plan. Pfft. That's so you!"

"Like you've got a plan!" Bonnie yells.

"I do. My father loves money. The only reason he left was because he couldn't fix Toy Foxy I think. So if I call him, make a deal that will quote unquote reward him great money, then you guys can torture him all you want. Just don't make me join in on it."

"That could actually work," Freddy says. "I think your brain is stronger without your frontal lobe. I remember how you used to say one times one was two and-"

"Don't get me started on your tests, Gabriel," I say, smirking a little. That got him to shut up. I check my watch and it's 6am. "Tomorrow night, 'kay? I'll call my father tomorrow night and then get him to come the nearest possible day for him. See ya." I start my way out of the pizzeria when a hand grabs my left shoulder. Wait a minute. That's not a metal hand grabbing me. I turn around and dang **** it's that creepy Puppet. 

"I'm not afraid." He says. his voice sounds so... young. "Not anymore." I try to keep a straight face as I exit the pizzeria. That Puppet from my dreams is returning to my mind. I guess talking about how much I hate my father will help me breathe more.

"Father," I say to myself. "we could've been so much more. More than we are now. I wouldn't be planning to kill you if you didn't take my friends away from me. So why? Why did things have to end up like this?"

The present continues...