Security Breach- A Bunny's Tale

'Died' in a Fire

There Michael stood, watching the flames around him dance around, the temperature rising higher and higher. He walked down the hallway, watching the animatronics cry out as they were burnt to the ground. He hated seeing them in such agony, but he knew they all wanted to be free, no matter the cost.

But Michael's focus wasn't on the animatronics that burned around him, his focus wasn't even on his sister who he knew was also down here as well. No, he was looking for his father.

He wanted to see his decaying face burn, pleading and looking for any means of escape. He wanted to see the despair on his father's face as he watched everything he worked hard to achieve go up in flames.

Michael continued to walk through the hallways, careful not to touch any of the flames that surrounded him. He eyed the animatronics around him, desperately trying to find his father, but his focus was cut when he felt a burning sensation on his leg. He gazed down, seeing fire dance its way up his shin and nearing his knee.

Considering he was a dead corpse, his body was much more flammable than if he were alive. Panic started to fill Michael. He knew his father would die in this pit whether he witnessed it or not. But the need for Michael to see his father suffer was unquenchable.

He tried putting out the fire, but that only led to the flames spreading to his hands. Michael was slowly beginning to admit defeat. He knew that the fire was spreading too quickly and he wouldn't be able to witness his father's death.

Right when Michael was about to walk into the flames to finish himself off, he felt a strong hand pull him back. A painful sensation could be felt from his hands and one of his legs.

He looked down to see his wrists were cut clean off, discontinuing the fire from spreading up his arms. His leg that was also on fire was cut off, hulting the fire's progress.

Michael watched as purplish-blue blood oozed from his hands and leg, dropping to the floor. But next to the dripping blood was metal robotic feet that looked oddly familiar.

He turned his head up and was met with the cold glowing eyes of his father.

"Michael, we can get out together. Come on, don't you want to be a family again. Your brother, sister, and mother are both down here. Help me get out, then we can be a normal family again. I know that's what you want," William's robot deep voice said.

It was true, Michael would give anything to have a family again. To right his past mistakes and make amends. Show how sorry he was to his brother, and be able to start anew. Alas, he knew that could never be possible. Everyone has changed for the worse.

The hate in C.C's heart and the time he spent with Cassidy has made him cold. Elizabeth will never be her bright and shining self again. And mother... I know she could never face us. I know she feels like a failure for allowing this man to have custody over us. We can never be a family again.

"I can't, and I won't," Michael responded, with a dark voice. One singular tear ran down his check

"Come on Michael, I thought I raised you to be smarter than that. Can't you see I'm trying to help you," William persuaded

Michael knew that his younger self would fall for his father's words. How could he not, all he ever wanted was recognition from his father. But Michael knew every word coming out of his father's voice was a lie.

"You did raise me to be smart, which is why I won't help you," Michael responded in the same tone as before.

Mike's eyes wandered to a large flame growing stronger from behind his father, when an Idea clicked in his head. Michael leaned against the wall with his elbow. His eyes filled with determination.