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Attached artwork does not belong to me.
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Michael's PoV -

It's painful to move or even talk. Yesterday Ennard discarded my corpse on the sidewalk. I lay crumpled on the ground for awhile, somehow still alive. Finally, I managed to painfully drag myself home. Everyday tasks weren't so painful with Ennard. He was some support for my body and could even control my movements. Yeah, it was kinda annoying having another mind in me and not being able to do what I wanted all the time but Ennard still helped me... Now he's gone.

I lay in my bed. It's the same bedroom I had as a kid. Outdated rockstar posters hang on my walls. My foxy mask still sits on my book shelf. My bed spread is still video game themed. Now, I'm the only one here. My little brother is... gone... killed by... my own hands. My little sister was killed by father's creation. My mother left and I haven't seen her since... I don't know if dad got to her and made her into something else. Somehow I think he did. Finally, my father is missing. Trapped somewhere in the decayed Spring Bonnie suit. Years ago I would have been able to hear the commotion of this house. I would be able to hear Evan and Elizabeth playing in one of their rooms next to mine. I would likely hear mom and dad arguing from downstairs. Maybe Henry or Charlie could even be heard as they spent much time here in the Afton house. Now, I just feel so alone.

I figure I've been laying here long enough. I need to go take care of this body. I struggle to stand but manage to limp over to the bathroom. I painfully take off my shirt. Dried blood coats the once white bandages that cover my chest and stomach. Hiding the gaping hole in me from where my organs were scooped out of me. Ugh. I undo my bandages and throw them away. It's weird being able to see my now exposed spine and ribs along with my few remaining organs. I find some wound cleaner and spray it inside me before wrapping more bandages along my chest and stomach. The cleaner burns but it's worth it to not have bugs crawling inside me. I walk downstairs. I think about finding some food before remembering I can't eat... Well, I'll just go to dad's old work place and have a look around. I descend the stairs to the basement.

The basement is dark and moist. Old animatronic suits and endoskeletons litter the floor and tables. Dads old tools lay about. Some suits are decaying and growing mold. Yuck. Why did I want to come down here in the first place? Dad's work shop always scared me as a kid and admittedly I'm still a bit uneasy down here even though I have nothing else to lose. I find a nearly complete Bonnie animatronic. The only thing missing is one of its arms and half of its face. This particular animatronic always scared me as a child. Something about its red eyes. I stand in front of Bonnie now looking into its eyes, or rather where it's eyes should be. Only little red dots stare back at me. It's eyes flash glowing red for just a second, hardly noticeable. Then the entire animatronic falls on me pinning me to the floor. The heavy metal robot lays across my chest and stomach crushing more of my ribs. Pain shoots through my whole body. If I was alive I would be dying as my ribs penetrated my lungs. Thankfully I have no lungs as they got scooped out of me but I still feel the pain of my broken ribs crushing and snapping whatever remains inside of me. I scream in pain knowing no one will hear my call. I try to move the heavy bunny animatronic but Bonnie won't budge. I try to wiggle my way out but I can't. I'm stuck! Trapped! Is this how I am forced to spend my eternity, in pain, trapped, unable to move?

Ennard's PoV -

     Why did I ever leave Michael? Yeah, his body was rotting but he was still a decent vessel. Maybe I could have made him hide himself a bit better before we went outside. Ughhh, finding a new victim is hard. Maybe I'll see what Mike is up to. I quickly make my way to Mike's house utilizing sewers and dark back alleys to get me there.

I don't bother with the door. I know it's locked. Instead I crawl around the house till I find a vent opening. I quietly crawl through. Where's Mike? Maybe he's in his room. I exit the vent once inside Mike's room but obviously he's not there. I search the rooms but don't see any trace of the human. Did he leave? What do I do if he left? I need Mike's body.

I decent the stairs. I doubt Mike would be down here in his father's work space. He always seemed scared of it. Once downstairs I take in the sights. Rotting animatronics line the walls and work desks. Then my eyes land on Mike's rotting corps apparently trapped under a Bonnie animatronic. I hurry over to him. Is he asleep? Passed out? Dead for good?! I gently lift Bonnie off Mike's body. His form is terribly mutilated. His bandages are matted with dried blood and bits of organ matter has spewed from the hole in his stomach obviously squished out of him by the heavy bunny animatronic. Fractured ribs and a snapped spine are obvious. His whole mid section is paper thin from the impact. Gently I worm my way inside Mike's body. His body taking shape around me and looking more normal. I need to fix him. I begin a slow trudge up the steps and toward Mike's room. With Mike being passed out I'm in total control of his body making it hard to command it to follow my orders.

Finally, I make it to Michael's room. I find the first aid kit Michael's been using to persevere himself. I quickly exit his corpse and begin repairing his body. I look at the sad purple body in front of me. Painfully I yank a sturdy wire from my body. I wince in pain but it will be worth it. I feed the wire through Mike's spine giving his body much needed support and anchoring the severed spine back into place. Next, I undo the gauze and clean Mike's body of rotten blood, bone shards, and organ matter. Disinfecting him as I work. Finally, I've repaired him as much as I possibly could. The final piece is myself. I gently crawl into Michael's body allowing my wires to branch out inside him to allow for more control of his movements.

Neural activity seems to spark in the body and it's like Mike has been revived once again. "Michael?!" I question from inside his body.

Mike manages to sit up and feel his body. Poking at his stomach and obviously feeling my form inside him. "Ennard? You came back? You freed me?" Mike questions.

I'm already controlling the body and carrying us to Michael's bed. "Yes and yes." I reply as I help us under his blankets.

I gently exit Mike's body and crawl into the bed next to him. Michael weakly reaches for me and caresses the cheek of my mask as I lay next to him in bed. It's nice knowing Michael can move on his own at least a little. He will get better with time, I'm sure. "Thank you, Ennard," Michael rubs my face, it feels oddly nice.