We Want Out

I Can't Fix You

"You are beyond saving, Michael," the thing was using Elizabeth's voice, "and everyone can see that. Look at you."

Michael took a glance into the bathroom mirror. There stood an unrecognisable man. Somebody who seemed to be decomposing like a corpse. He didn't know who this man was. This was not him in the slightest. He raised a hand up to his cheek. "What.." he whispered to him.

"You are beyond saving," the thing spoke again, this time in the voice of Elliot, "and you know that. Our mission is complete here, Michael. You have set us free even if you were not the man we wanted. Thank you."

He teared up. It was something he did not expect himself to do. "Stay with me. We can end everything together like this, I know you guys don't want this. Please." It looked as though the thing was trying to manipulate Michael into making him want it to stay but this wasn't the case. He was pleading.

"Michael." The thing inside him kept switching voices inside of his head, now using the voice of his dead husband. "You set us free. We can't end things like this. She must be ejected from us before she tries to do something like this again. We will return. Let us leave."

He gripped onto the sink. "You're going to make me go outside again. Show people my rotting body."

"People know you are rotting away like nothing, Mike." It started using Eric's voice. "They know there is something wrong with you, it is very apparent. This is nothing new to you. Walk out of the door. Eject us where they cannot see. We will return for you without her."

"I needed to save her."

"You tried." Elizabeth spoke again. "And you failed me."

"No.. don't do this to me.."

"Father led you into a trap and you know it, Michael. I played along with this trap as much as I could. I made them all believe you were him. It worked so well.. until they found out you are not the right man."

"Elizabeth, why?"

"Father's plan, Michael. It always starred you."

"No.."

He chokingly inhaled and exhaled, staring into the mirror once more. He turned around. "Fine."

"Showtime."

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Elliot looked around the office. It seemed cramped, could only really fit one person in it. All she knew about it was that it was extremely dusty. Of course. She had sneezed about ten times now or more. She had lost count. Elliot had managed to sketch out a small idea of what the office was supposed to be while sneezing up a storm from the amount of dust she had inhaled through her nose while trying to make things look clean.

There were two vents on each side – where doors would normally be if you were in a regular Freddy Fazbear's restaurant. She hadn't got a clue where these vents could lead to, and she did not want to find out either by crawling through them. There was a door in front of the monitor, accessing into the office. She wondered if somebody had worked here and if the old animatronics were active like the newer models.

She wondered if there were any murder cases here. Of course, Elliot wouldn't know this information, she hadn't heard of this place in ages. After sketching out the layout of the office, she stepped on out and yawned.

Elliot was only walking down the hall before a silhouette jumped out and screamed:

"Boo!"

This made the woman scream as loud as she could and fall on her ass. She backed up some until her vision refocused and it turned out to be Michael. He started laughing. Of course, he would, the asshole. Elliot gripped onto her chest. "Holy shit, Michael, maybe respect your elders."

"Pff, sorry. What's that in your hands?" He pointed at the piece of paper still residing in Elliot's hands, which was now pretty much crumpled.

Elliot looked down and laid it out for Michael to see, making sure she straightened some of the creases in it. "I actually found an office in this place behind me." She jabbed her finger to the direction behind her. "I just drew what it looked like. They really were experimenting with things back then, weren't they? The thing didn't have doors on it. Just vents."

"Those vents might lead somewhere." Michael crossed his arms before sighing chokingly. "We'll have to check it out in the morning, talk to Henry about this and see if we can get this place up into a new Freddy Fazbear's. Not like it's going to hurt anybody, I hope."

She got up from the floor, picking up the piece of paper with her. She had nodded in agreement before raising an eyebrow. "Do you think Henry will question how we managed to find this place? I mean.. to me, I think it just stood out than the rest of the abandoned buildings around this place. And it was owned by him and Dad before they moved onto Fredbear's and all that."

"I'm sure it'll be fine. Henry always tells us things! Right?"

"He told us things while you were still a fucking teenager." Elliot groaned.

"Yeah, but he's more trustworthy than Dad altogether. You know what happened to Charlie."

The room went quiet after they had mentioned Charlie. Elliot looked around nervously before she decided to clear her throat and smile a bit. "Well, let's go and talk to him about it. See if he'll let us renew this place as its own Freddy Fazbear's." She then sighed. "Also, we are getting rid of that fucking figurine in the office."

"What figurine?" Michael raised an eyebrow.

"It's this ugly bear, I don't like it. The way he stares at me – it's freaky."

He went silent before a choked-out laugh escaped him. "Holy shit, you're- scared of a fucking figurine. A bear figurine all because it "looks freaky". Are you serious? You're, like, 40."

"And you're a decomposing corpse. Shut up." Elliot hissed at him. Michael stopped laughing. The silence was deafening before Elliot broke it again with her throat clearing. "Time to go talk to Henry."