We Want Out

Disconnected

The days were closing in. Michael and Elliot noticed how huge the pizzeria was now. Kids and parents were able to enjoy a Freddy Fazbear's place without the worry of their kids going missing. They didn't have to worry about haunted animatronics or malfunctioned criminal recognitions. This pizzeria seemed like a dream come true for many.

However, both Elliot and Michael had to worry about the souls they had attracted – including the one and only William Afton himself. Michael was enthusiastic about this find, saying that they'll be able to end the plan once and for all. Elliot still wasn't on board with this. Her facial expression read it all.

There was something bothering Elliot though.

She was the one watching the security cameras as they had a new employee – Adrian Marques – in the building to watch over the kids and help any parents that need it. One late night, she was almost falling asleep as she reviewed the tapes over. But she had jolted right awake when she saw a familiar figure walk into the building all nervous; like he had seen a ghost.

It was Henry. Henry didn't exactly enjoy being around the pizzeria, he had expressed this greatly but why was he in there in the middle of the night, looking like he saw something terrifying? Elliot watched him walk into the backstage area... the only place they did not have security cameras in – and the place they stored William in. She raised an eyebrow.

Elliot got up from her chair, put on her trench coat and walked on out of the office within the house. She converted their parents' old room into an office space – now she had to use it for tape reviewing. She walked on downstairs. Michael was sitting on the couch, watching something. He saw that Elliot was about to go out and he got up from his comfortable position. "Where are you going?"

"Something's up with Henry. Check the tapes if you want." She opened the door and walked out, closing it behind her. Michael blinked for a few. Huh.

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Elliot walked into the pizzeria where Adrian was sorting out the tables. He seemed pretty melancholy all the time, something she didn't think robots could feel unless his AI was greatly enhanced. He was always focused on his work though. She better not bother him. He often got pissed off if they did.

She walked on over to the backstage area while trying not to bother the red-haired male. Elliot opened the door and walked on in, making sure to close the door behind her. This place smelt awful. This was mainly because of the thing that occupied it. William.

Elliot stared at the Scraptrap animatronic. "Stop pretending to be an animatronic, William. You aren't."

The animatronic looked up at her and out came a crooked laugh. "You caught me yet again, Elliot. How is life going for you now? Still trying to revive your beloved father?"

"At this point, I do not count you as my father. You are just another useless thing rotting away. You should consider yourself lucky that I have not done anything to redeem your suit unusable." Elliot hissed out. "Tell me why Henry has been coming in here."

"He is a very curious man."

"Oh, please, don't lie to me now. I will simply rip your bunny head off. Answer me."

"Why would I be lying to my loyal daughter? You are doing a very good job, tricking them."

Elliot grabbed the nearby wrench. "I am not tricking anybody anymore, William. I grew out of it. I learnt that I do not need to follow your footsteps. I am my own person. You're trying to control it." The grip on the wrench was hurting her hand. "Tell me."

"You do not scare me. I'm immortal and you know that already, my dear daughter. You should be following the plan how I set it out. You should be betraying your brother."

"And yet I'm not. Michael is the only family member of mine who is still kicking for whatever reason. I am not wasting it just because of your fucking plan. Tell me, Afton, stop avoiding it."

Scraptrap laughed once more as he looked at Elliot with those purple, death-filled eyes. "As I have stated, he is a very curious man."

Elliot grumbled and smacked him as hard as she could with the wrench, smacked him where it would hurt the most. His exposed.. skull? Brain? Whatever. She hit there. The thing hissed as she placed the wrench back down on the table. "You've wasted my time. Henry and you are not good friends. Why would he come in here? He told me he wouldn't dare look you in the eyes again."

"He lied, didn't he? You see that now."

"It seems to me I wasn't the traitor in this story after all."

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"You need to stop meeting us outside of the alleyway like this, Michael." 'Eric' spoke, their hands within their trench coat pockets. "What is it this time that you want from us? An update? Well, here's your update for you: we know it's Elliot."

"It's not Elliot." Michael messed with the bandages on his arm as they both stood out in the pouring rain. "You and Eric got it all wrong for once in your lives. It was never Elliot who was interfering with the plan."

"Mh. Tell us. Who really is it?"

"It's Henry."