The day seemed shorter than usual. I heard fewer kids yelling and fewer footsteps running by my sealed off room, and I wondered why.

Maybe they are closing up early today.

And yet, it was true. At 6:30 p.m., I heard the door open from behind me. I turned and saw Vincent standing there in the entrance,

"Good evening Emily." He said politely. I knew it would be rude to not reply to him, even though he had put me through many deadly situations, so I did so,

"Evening Vincent." I looked behind him to there was anyone walking by, which there was none,

"Did you guys close up early today?" I asked, wanting my theory to be proven right.

"Yeah, we did closes up early today." Vincent said, "Police wanted to search the place." I quickly became confused,

Why did they want to search this place?

"But that's not important right now." He said quickly, "Come on, while the tea is still hot." He turned and walked to the Main Showroom,

Tea? Why would he make tea?

I followed him cautiously, thinking he was leading me to a trap but to my surprise, he was just sitting at one of the booths with two cups of tea in front of him. One part of me was thinking,

"Huh... this seems too nice for someone who has kidnapped me."

But the other part was saying,

"You will get more answers from then source himself! Go. Go!"

So, I when with my gut, took a deep breath in and, walked over to him.

"Well. Go on, sit." He said. I sat down slowly while staring at him. I then looked at the cups of tea. Both looked the same but, I began to think he poison one of them. I looked up back at Vincent. He had a look on his face that clearly says,

"Go on, and take one." I decided to girl up and said,

"You pick first." He shrugged and picked the one on his left,

Ah ha! That's the safe one!

Before he took it, I quickly moved it over to me. I spilled a little on the table while doing so,

"I bet you thought I poisoned one of them and thought that the one I choice would be the safe one, huh?" He said, almost knowing my prediction.

I started to think that he tricked me in taking poison one so; I switched cups so I had the safe one. I spilled a little more tea on the table,

"Alright, before you end up spilling all of the tea, I never used any poison." He said in a very sure matter.

"Prove it." I said in an equally sure matter.

He sighed out of annoyance,

"Just trust me on this one." I wasn't 100% sure if I should trust him but, I ended up finding myself drinking the tea!

Well, it doesn't taste any different and I didn't feel any different so, I think he's telling truth.

Without thinking, just as Vincent was about to say something, I quickly said,

"Sorry..."

He looked me then nodded.

"So Emily, how are the Shadows treating you?" His first question was. I made no hesitation and answered,

"Well, I haven't really seen them up close but, I have heard their voices." I started to sink in my seat, "Shadow Bonnie especially." He laughed a little,

"Yeah, loud one he is." He replied, "So, can I ask you something?" I shrugged,

"Sure, ask away." I replied while sipping my tea, realizing that it needed more sugar.

"Ok so, do you think that the worst person can change?"

I tiled my head as I listened,

"Do you think that in even the worst kind of person could become good if they even try?"

I continued to listen,

"That in another time, before they became bad, that person was, good?"

I started to feel something.

"Someone who actually had a heart? Someone who could feel sorrow and other emotions? Someone who..."

He paused,

"Someone who could love someone else?"

I was speechless,

Why is he asking me these things?

Before I could even ask, he starts bursting out laughing,

"Who am I kidding?! No one could change the bad! No one can fix a torn up mind! HAHAHAHA!" His laughing continued for a bit before drifting off. He looked down at his tea; he was thinking. I began to think too,

Was he really that bad of a person that could not be changed? Was he mentally sick? I wish I could help him...

I felt sorry for him in every way possible but, there was nothing I could do. All I could do, was to feel sympathy; which is something he couldn't feel. I wanted to fix him. I needed to fix him.

Yet, I couldn't fix him...

"Hey..." I said softly, "I'm sorry..." He chuckled,

"Heh... Don't worry about it Emily. I've been dealing with my meatal problems long before you even existed." He looked down at the floor to the right of him. Looked back up to me,

"Listen Emily, I had my... Ways, in helping myself with this problem." He started, "People say it's not the best way in dealing with it but..." He paused, "It's just my way." I nodded while sipping more tea,

"Oh, I've been talking for a long time huh? You probably ran out of tea." He said. I looked at my cup and, it was true, I did run out of tea,

"You know, I can get you some more if you like?" He said while standing up.

"Y... Yeah... I would like some more..." I shuttered. He smiled and nodded, took my cup and, walked to the kitchen.

Hmmm... I don't know what I was so worried about. He seems to be a nice guy. Although I did just say 'seems to be'. So...

I waited 15 minutes for him to come back and, He didn't returned.

Hmmm... weird.

I got up to go looking for him. I looked in the office; nothing.

I looked in the kitchen; nothing but pots and pans and, my refilled tea cup.

I walked down the hall near the backroom. When I walked by though, I heard something. I stopped,

Wait a minute. Do I hear someone, breathing?

I peeked into the room to see Vincent standing there, brushing off dust to what seemed to be Bonnie.

But, it wasn't Bonnie. More like a golden Bonnie. I didn't recognized it at first glance but then,

Flashback!

I saw myself.

A way younger vision of myself. I was in a little purple dress and holding a yellow Bonnie plush in my arms. My younger self, looking very happy, was looking up at the Golden Bonnie, which looked much better and brighter than it did in the Backroom.

End of flashback.

I brought myself back to reality. I held my head and started to realize something.

That... That can't be... Can it? I thought... I was told... That can't be... Spring Bonnie.

As I was about run back to the booth, to make things seem like I never saw anything, the 12 a.m. bell rang.

Vincent looked at me.

His eyes...

They were...

Milky white.

Like how they were in my dream. I was petrified. He wasn't how I thought he was when we talked. He looked...

Psycho...

I could just feel the dark aura coming from him.

He looked evil.

He looked aggressive.

He looked... Like he was thirsty for blood for a long time...

His eyes changed back when he saw me.

He knew I saw him with those eyes.

He knew I saw his animatronic.

He knew...

I felt no longer safe with him.

I started to back up.

Something held my shoulder!

Something stabbed my arm!

Then, then!

I blacked out...

Again... I have no memory on what happened next...