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How did Scott survive?

"H-hey, it's um... it's been a really uh... huh, a really rough night here... shit..." He managed to stammer out, eyes brimming with tears, his heart was slamming in his chest. The red rotary phone, which had taken him too long to figure out how to record the messages he was commanded to record, was clutched in his lap. "Fuck... uh um, maybe you could- ha- maybe you could check in those suits? If you g-get the chance... maybe I can... hang on? Oh god-" Scott's eyes widened as he saw the yellow bear standing completely straight in front of him. Fredbear in all of his glory, eyes merely pinpricks of light. His mouth was agape, revealing the metal teeth deeper within the mask.

Scott choked out a sob. Loud banging was echoing through the room from both of the doors which were sealed shut. It was only three in the morning and his power was hanging on by a bolt. He heard a sigh come from the twitching animatronic in front of him and fear struck him hard in the chest, he stopped breathing and then it happened. The low wind down noise of the generator giving out. The last of its juice running dry.

And then the doors opened.

And then foxy was in.

And then Bonny was in.

And then, Scott had his arms raised by his head, phone forgotten, audio still recording, as Fredbear's jaw locked around his right forearm.

There was a crunch and Scott screamed.

Bonny hooked an arm around his waist and tugged, in that moment, Foxy swung down with his hook and it connected with Scott's face just below his cheek bone, his eyes widened as blood gushed down his face, the ripped skin burned.

All the while Freddy was staring in awe, his stupid music box theme echoing in Scott's slipping conscience.

Bonny let go of Scott's waist.

Scott fell hard to the linoleum floors, head hitting the ground.

Chica and Bonny hassled over his legs, dragging him down the hall in a stream of his own blood.

Scott's arms dragged over his head, the one that Fredbear had bitten felt fuzzy and numb all at once, and he wasn't sure if he still had his hand or not. Not that it would matter in the end.

He watched in foggy recognition as he was dragged into the parts and service room. There was a spring lock suit already opened and retracted, as though they were waiting. It was miraculous how they could manage to do this.

Scott was mutilated to fit, a leg snapping this way, the already shattered arm was crunched another way, and then finally, the suit was shut on him and the mask was placed over his head.

Scott braced himself, he was familiar with this. He had seen it happen to his boss.

He was there the day that William Afton was spring locked for the first time. The first victim. He was the one to call an ambulance.

There was no on to call an ambulance for Scott. There would be nobody until the morning crew came in at seven.

There was a click.

He was aware he was screaming, but wasn't aware when he had stopped.

When he opened his eyes, the bright white lights were a surprise. He always thought he would go the other way, but he supposed that maybe the good balance out the bad. Though lying about law suits seemed pretty dammable. Not that he was the judge or anything like that. But then there was that obnoxious beeping, that was brutally annoying. He glared, partly because he was too tired to open his eyes all the way, but whatever, it was a fitting facial expression.

The muscles in his arms flexed to pull his hand to his face, but they were met with a painful throb. He groaned. "The fuck..." He mumbled. He was dead. Do dead people have broken arms? And casts?

"Oh he's awake!" A woman's voice said cheerfully. Scott blinked quickly, turning his head. It was a nurse. There was a nurse by his bed. His eyes widened, fully awake now. He could hear that damn beeping speed up, was that his heart? "Oh no, no, no, it's okay! I won't hurt you!" She said. Her voice was sweet enough, it was soft and gentle and Scott found himself easily lulled. Since when was he this compliant?

"God, and here I thought we induced too strong of a coma..." A males voice said, Scott turned the other way. Another. Fucking. Nurse. He wasn't dead.

"You've healed wonderfully." The female nurse said again and Scott, again, turned his head.

"Will you stop flirting with patients?" The male nurse demanded. Scott was growing dizzy.

"Why am I alive?" He asked, his voice was hoarse and the words felt like clearing a gutter. He grimaced.

"Because we saved you. Because someone brought you in here in the back of a fucking Mercedes without a license plate." The male nurse said. He was clearly agitated. Scott didn't understand why.

"First of all, I won't hesitate to report you for that language. Second of all, the kid was maybe seventeen. And third of all, can we have a little compassion?" The female nurse said angrily. Scott was liking her already. Though the bit about the car and the kid wasn't exactly registering in my mind.

"If you want my opinion, you know who that kid looked an awful lot like?" The male nurse asked, it wasn't rhetorical.

"If you say-" The female was abruptly cut off.

"William fucking Afton." The male nurse filled in. The beeping started racing again. William and Henry had abandoned Scott months ago, and to hear their names spoken again. His eyes watered. Scott thought that they liked him. Why would they leave him without even saying anything.

"You've upset him. Good job." The female nurse scolded with sincere rage. She rushed to his bed side and gently pet his right cheek. "It's okay. He won't hurt you." She murmured and then confusion hit Scott again. Of course William Afton wouldn't hurt him? Where would that idea come from.

"Why would he hurt me?" Scott said, after clearing his throat again. His voice was still gravely. The nurses looked at each other.

"They um... they believe that William Afton is the child murderer from Fazbears." The female nurse said. Scott's mind went blank and nausea enveloped him. No. That's impossible, William Afton would never.

"Yeah, no shit. He fucking disappears the minute the case starts heating up again? And you wanna know what? This man's wounds look a whole fucking lot like the ones left on Afton." The man said, his voice raising. Scott couldn't take it. His heart ached and tears were pouring down his face. Black crept into his vision and he was out.

What Scott doesn't know, was that that kid was Michael in his dad's car which was left behind. Michael, in the same moment of dropping off Scott, wrote a blank check to cover Scott's hospital bill in full with his fathers check book. Michael had come in that morning with the intent on vandalizing some shit in anger of what his father did, when he found Scott. He carried Scott to eh Mercedes, put him in, and took him to the hospital.

How does Scott repay him? By getting with his murderous father. But that's a tale for another day.