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Experiment 1

A soul. No one really knew what they looked like or how to obtain one, because someone would just assume you were naturally born with one.

Born. Simon was never born. He was built. He was a machine.

Simon sat down on a chair, having gotten a computer monitor up and running since he had his father's knack for technology. It wasn't hard at all.

He looked around and sighed. In order to find a way to truly be free from his chains, he needed a soul. He didn't care if he'd go to Heaven or Hell when he died, as long as he just went somewhere. Somewhere that wasn't forcing him to be wrapped around in chains. Chains that he couldn't see.

In order to find out how to get a soul or even make one, he had been staying in an abandoned place called Circus Baby's Rentals. According to the many ghost stories, it was the secret lair of William Afton and his studies.

William Afton. The killer. A supposed heartless being who craved nothing but carnage. Once a man turned into a horrifying animatronic called Springtrap. Springtrap's head was what Simon was made from.

From the day he was made, Simon felt this...rage. As if parts of Springtrap was actually inside of his head. Add such a powerful rage with an increasingly dangerous A.I. and Simon was locked away. Along with being a glaring failure to recreate Fritz's lost brother.

He was meant to be a vessel was what he always thought. But that answer wasn't good enough for Simon. If he was meant to be a lifeless vessel, why give him an A.I?

Simon growled at the thoughts before looking back at the screen, which had logs of William Afton himself. So far, Simon had learned the 'demon' wasn't just a killer.

He was a scientist.

Simon looked to the side of the table, where the hearts of Blake, Sara, Stone, and Saffron laid. He clenched his skeletal hand. He couldn't get Popgoes' heart. He had escaped with Strings and a resurrected Bonnie. He would find them soon enough.

He redirected his attention to the screen and began reading aloud. He wanted something to fill the silence. He hated silence. It reminded him of imprisonment.

"My research has made a rather fascinating discovery." Simon read. "In the realization of souls being able to inhabit vessels once being given a 'second chance', they leave something behind. Remnants of their energy. I've located this power in multiple of Henry's animatronics. Those children left behind a trail...but it seems there's two types of this energy."

Simon hummed and kept going. "Remnant seems to be the positive type. But there's this black and almost...dark negative type. I've dubbed it Agony, because unlike remnant, which is the remains of a positive 'haunting'...Agony is the remains of a negative one. One where a victim suffered horribly before their death. I've managed to find Agony in the axe of a woody serial killer." He read, clearly fascinated. "Measuring their power is difficult. As there is nothing to do so, and I wouldn't know where to start if I were to make one myself. But, with what little I found out so far, I've realized that I'm much more fond of Agony. Emotions like fear, hatred, and anger seem to make the vessels stronger than anything Remnant has done for them."

Simon scratched his chin for a moment before continuing. "But my purpose isn't to make robots stronger or making living beings...it is to abolish my own death."

The skeleton sighed and stood up from his chair, turning to a different tab on the computer. That immediately disinterested him. He was already the living definition of abolished death. He couldn't die. Even if he was dismantled, he could just be repaired.

He had no soul to crossover to an afterlife, and neither did any of the other robots his father made.

Simon then began walking around, grabbing the hearts of his brothers and sisters as he went over to some kind of large stage. But, large animatronics were hung above from them. Animatronics he made himself. To help him complete his goal. These would be hunters.