We Want Out

Turmoil

Cassidy, now using Eric as a vessel to communicate, stood there with a shocked expression that was hard to make out due to Eric being bandaged up top to bottom. She then laughed nervously. "Surely you are joking, Michael? Henry? Henry Emily, out of all people, is interfering with the plan?"

"I didn't believe it either, Cassidy, until my sister showed me the tapes from last night. He walked in the pizzeria – scared to death – but he made his way on over to the backstage where he knew William was being kept. We... put extra security on that door." Michael scratched at the bandages now with nervous intent. "I understand everything now. He only took us in because William wanted him to."

"I can't even believe what I am hearing right now. Are you completely sure it is Henry? William's plan had intended for Elliot to betray you at this very moment. She was to kill you... well, I do not see how she could kill a rotting thing like you." She messed with the trench coat's pockets in order to find something. "I want you to do something for me, Michael."

Michael raised an eyebrow. "And what would that be, exactly?"

Cassidy pulled out a piece of paper that looked like it had been ripped out of somebody's notebook. She held it out for Michael to take. When he took it, she shoved her hand back into the pocket. "Your plan. Since it cannot go on with Henry, you need a better one. I have made some corrections on that piece of paper. I had Eric write it... I'm not used to it. Anyways, your new plan is on there. Henry will burn in that building and I will drag him down with William where they will spend the rest of their lives reliving their nightmares. Goodbye, Michael."

She turned around and started to walk into the shadows. Michael looked down at the piece of paper before looking back up. "Wait! Wait, Cassidy!" He yelled at the top of his non-functioning lungs as he ran down the alleyway to go after her. "I need to ask you something before you go!"

She stopped in her tracks for a moment and looked at Michael. "Ask quickly before they find out I am here." By 'they', he assumed the other animatronics possessed by souls within his pizzeria.

"Is Eric okay?"

"I thought you two had issues. I am surprised you're concerned for him."

"He- he's my son. I have to be worried about him. I'll always be concerned for Eric."

"He is fine. I'll make sure he's fine."

"Thank you."

"Now, excuse me, we have to be leaving." Cassidy disappeared right into the shadows of the alleyway, leaving Michael standing there with the piece of paper she had given him.

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"Michael, this fucking girl is insane." Elliot blurted out. They were both sitting at a table within their home with the piece of paper laid out in front of them. "We can't do this."

"Do you want Henry to do what he is doing?" Michael snapped as he grabbed the paper. "Elliot, this is our shot of being heroes. We'll save the souls from their prison and the others will be able to rest knowing William and Henry are no more. Besides, Cassidy said she was going to make the both of them relive their worst nightmares."

She grumbled. "Edgelord."

"She is not being an 'edgelord'. Cassidy is somebody William should not have killed. Remember?" He crossed his arms as he blew some hair out of his face.

Elliot sighed softly as she shuffled uncomfortably in her chair. She hated these things. She knew she should've bought new furniture while she could. Elliot placed her chin in her hand. "Yeah, yeah. But still. She wants us to do that to Henry?"

"It's the only way. Our plan won't work anymore now that Henry's been exposed." Michael leaned back into the chair.

She patted the table. "Give it back."

"Okay."

He slid the paper across to her for her to look at again. She couldn't really believe it. She didn't want to do this place but at the same time they could not let Henry interfere more than he already has. The souls had to be freed. They could not let them go into more pain and suffering than they have had to bear. She could see where Cassidy was coming from.

Elliot gulped. If this was how it was going to go, she must go with it. She didn't want Henry dying but this was the only way. Sweat was pouring down her forehead now. She stared at the piece of paper.

Everybody was going to die in that pizzeria.