On the way back to Mazercise, I tried to forget about what I'd just witnessed, but I couldn't stop my mind from racing with thoughts and theories. When I first came to the pizzaplex, I thought I'd find information about some hidden crime scheme involving the franchise. Never would I imagine talk of immortality and remnant. What even is remnant? What happened to Michael after the tape? Normally I wouldn't believe in something as fantastical as eternal life, but after seeing Michael withstand two deadly situations and still manage to walk away afterwards, I was seriously reconsidering.

So what made Michael un-killable? Most likely it was whatever remnant was, but that's so undescriptive. How did it all work?

I was so lost in thought that I felt a little dizzy when going through the elevator. I shook it off and prepared to continue my search through the facility.

Mazercise was just as I'd left it. I thought about stealing another snack from the counter, but decided against it. I can eat later. When I entered the maintenance room, I pressed the control key to the scanner, and I was given access to move the panels around. The only problem was, they were very confusing. I assumed the lettering stood for a color, and the arrow for which direction to move them in, either horizontally or vertically, but when I tried to move one specific color, it always moved another. So the lettering didn't stand for the color after all. I tried going by the names of the design patterns, but that didn't work either. I just had to move each one by one and memorize what each color was attached too.

I found where the vent was. It was by the wall across the maze on the far left. If I could move these correctly, I could make a practically straight path right to it. It took a bit of time, but I eventually managed to move the panels near the door to make a road that led to the vent. A blue panel stood like an island between the path from the door and from the rest of the maze, but if I could squeeze between it then I'd make it through just fine.

I walked into the maze and followed the path. If I was correct, then the way the monitor displayed was in the same direction from the door. I eventually came across the blue panel and looked behind it. I pushed myself through, and with a bit of a tussle I made it through the other side.

I pushed aside the vent's grate and crawled through. I've been in vents way more often during this journey than I had originally anticipated. It was like all the others, filled with dust and hard metal that scraped against my knees as I crawled through. The only difference were noticeable claw marks that were scratched into the surface of the metal. When I reached the end, I pushed the grate off and climbed out.

The vent connected to a small platform with a fake shooter gun to my right. Everything was dark and hard to see, so I'd have to get a closer look to really examine it all. There were several layers, there were more crossroads above and below me. To my left was a ladder down to what looked like another maze of twists and turns. It was supposed to be an area that employees could walk on to stand over Gator Golf, where they'd fix and clean equipment and decorations. It reminded me of the walkways that were above large stages, where the stagehands would lower props for the performers.

I wasn't really sure why there were shooters, though. This was clearly meant to be off limits. It didn't look safe for non-trained workers. Maybe it was originally going to be a mini-game, but was deemed too dangerous and was scrapped. One way or another, I was going to have to continue my trek, so I climbed down the ladder and looked around at all the corners.

There were shooters at every corner and middle path. The walls had targets strewed about and there was a sign pointing into a comically large bucket. The targets must be where the shooters are intended to shoot at, and the bucket must be part of the prize.

I could see Gator Golf below me. I listened to the distant bellowing growls from the alligator props and the whirls of the smoke machines. I was over one of the holes, though I wasn't sure which one. It was green, though this whole place felt like an overwhelming amount of limes and greens.

Within all this darkness, there was something out of place far back in the corner. I scooted closer. I felt a little nauseous as the ground beneath me swung while I walked through. I'm not entirely confident that the safety beams are drilled completely into the ceiling.

When I came upon it, I almost couldn't believe it, but once my eyes had fully adjusted to the darkness and I could balance myself on the platform, there was no mistaking it. Bits and pieces of the remains of Bonnie laid scattered around the corner. His mask was what was mostly intact, despite its missing upper ear and several holes in its head. The rest were old parts that looked as if they were rotting, but even so it was not enough to be his whole endoskeleton. It was only his head and small parts of his insides. My breath quickened as thoughts raced through my mind.

What was this? I had to think for a moment. Bonnie was dead, I've known that for a while. Freddy had said he'd been decommissioned a long time ago, so then why is his head here?

A terrible thought came to mind. It's the only reasoning I could think of as to why it could possibly be here. It's why Freddy and Monty don't get along very well. It's why Freddy was so adamant on staying away from Monty, that he'd be too dangerous even if he hadn't been taken over control by Vanny.

Monty killed Bonnie.

But that's ridiculous! Why would he ever do that? Those pictures from Roxy's scrapbook, Monty didn't look mean or malicious. The whole gang looked as though they loved and trusted each other. Were they really just posed? This whole time, Monty intended to kill Bonnie? Why? How?

Did Bonnie strike first? Was it self-defense? But everyone gave Bonnie such high praises, why would he do that? Neither of them looked like the type to kill, at least not each other. Monty might be on the hunt for me, but that's because I hurt his friends. It's to avenge them. He loves them, so then why would he do this?

Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions too quickly. Maybe Monty just somehow kept his head after he was decommissioned. It could be his way of grieving.

I had to get out, coming up here didn't help me at all the way I thought it would. All it did was put more doubt in my mind against Monty. I turned around, but I noticed movement from above. It was hard to see, this place's lighting was so low it made everything look like silhouettes, but I could faintly see Monty's frame hiding in the corner.

He saw that I'd noticed him and dropped down to the same level as me. The ground shook and I held onto the railing in fear the floor would break. He slowly stood up, relishing in his ghastly entrance. He didn't say anything, he just stood ominously across from me. I couldn't go anywhere, he was blocking me from the main pathways.

After a couple moments of silence, I spoke, "Did you..?" I looked over at Bonnie's small memorial and back at him. He gave a short nod with a grin forming.

"You–" I said, taking breaths in between as my anxiety built up, "you killed him?" I just had to confirm. I wanted to believe that my hypothesis was wrong, and that Monty would explain everything to me. But he's stone cold and silent. He didn't react at all. He just stared at me.

I thought about everyone's moments with Bonnie. Chica had told me a story she shared with the whole group, a point of time where Bonnie had interjected himself between Freddy and Monty's arguing. He kept them grounded, refusing to let one put themselves on a higher pedestal than anyone else. Roxy's scrapbook had pictures of her and Bonnie bowling together, their faces full of happiness and pride. I recalled Freddy's personal memory, where Bonnie had taken initiative after a child had a meltdown after breaking one of his strings. He never got to hear what Bonnie shared with the kid.

I felt my anger rise within me. Monty was too calm about this. There's no way he wasn't the one behind Bonnie's death, not if this is his reaction when I find out. Why and how doesn't matter. What stood in front of me was the animatronic responsible for Bonnie decommissioning.

"You're a monster," I mumbled, taking my hand off the railing. I closed my hands into tight fits. He took away my friends' companion, the one that they so clearly loved dearly.

"You broke him, you killed him! You're a murderer!" I shouted, my voice almost failing on me as my fast breathing affected my speech.

Monty didn't like that. He looked at me with hostility, taking a step forward. He finally spoke, talking with his arms dramatically as he came closer, "And you're any better? You destroyed Chica and Roxy, they're barely functional!"

"I'm going to fix them!"

"How? With what parts? The ones you threw out of Freddy?"

I stumbled upon my words. How did he know about Freddy's upgrades? "I-I'm trying!" I yelled. "Look what you did! Bonnie is gone for good because of you!"

"Chica and Roxy are suffering! At least I had the decency to finish the job!" he growled. He was now only a few feet away. I fought the urge to hit him, mainly because I knew he wouldn't feel a thing and the metal casing would just hurt me. I couldn't just stand still anymore either. With him so close, it'll only take one wipe of his hand and I'll be in his grasp. I couldn't jump off the railing either like I did in the theater backstage, the bottom platform was just too unpredictable compared to a stable floor. I really only had one option that could possibly work.

I lunged through the gap between his legs, somersaulting when I landed onto the floor. I rushed to get myself back up to my feet and started running. I heard Monty race after me, the floor swinging back and forth with his steps. For a moment he stopped, and I was about to make it back to the latter when I heard him leap into the air. I remembered his VHS tape with Michael, how he's able to jump high and charge forwards faster than anyone else. I realized what was about to happen, but I couldn't move fast enough to evade him.

He tackled me from behind, his giant claw hand wrapped behind my head, pushing my face into the floor. I felt blood trickle down my nose. I tried to get up, but Monty's strength far outweighed mine. His weight was crushing me, and the pressure on my head felt like it was about to implode.

"Stop, stop!" I choked out, still trying to escape his clutch. My head was pounding and I became aware of my fastening pulse. Monty showed no signs of letting me go. "I'll break you!" he growled.

I felt like I was about to pass out. From the mixture of the intense pressure and adrenaline running through my body, I felt dizzy even as I was stuck to the floor. As I started losing consciousness, I heard mechanical whirls from above us. It sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite put a finger on it. Monty must've heard it too, his grip loosening a bit as he looked up.

Whatever it was dropped in front of me, and I recognized the familiar shoes with bells on the end. I looked up to see his face, but it wasn't Sun. Moon's shining red eyes glared down as he laughed maniacally. He jumped onto his hands like a headstand and kicked Monty off of me. It didn't send him flying, but it did make him let go of me. I felt so confused, unsure of what to make of what just happened.

I was about to thank Moon for saving me when he grabbed me by my collar and held me over the edge of the railing. Out of fear of being dropped, I grabbed onto Moon's arm, trying to stop my feet from swaying.

"Hey!" Monty yelled, "that's my kill!"

Moon laughed. "Vanny says it's time...!" he said, his head spinning in place as he mocked Monty. He swung his arm back and forth, taunting him with the possibility of dropping me. I yelped in surprise and gripped onto his arm tighter.

When I had my bearings, I yelled out, "Where's Sun?" It may be dark, but it isn't pitch black, like it had been in the daycare when Moon first came out. I would so much rather have Sun be the one to help me from Monty.

Moon turned his hand towards him so I was forced to face him. "Sun isn't around anymore," he simply said. With his grip still holding tight onto my shirt, he jumped up to the higher platform. Monty followed, and I tried to think of what to do.

I needed to get out of Moon's grasp as soon as possible, but if I didn't time it right, I risked him dropping me and breaking my back on impact. This height was much bigger than the one in the theater, and I don't think it'd kill me instantly. Instead, I'd just writhe in pain until either Moon or Monty reached me first.

Monty did his signature move. He lunged toward Moon, tackling him like he did me. From the force, Moon threw me onto the platform, and I landed head first onto the metal floor. I didn't have the strength to get up, I could barely focus my eyes enough to see what was before me. I saw a blurry Monty punch Moon repeatedly, but he just laughed as if it didn't bother him. I guess it wouldn't, robots don't have any nerves. Infuriated, Monty picked him up, just like how Moon did with me, and dropped over the railing. No taunting, no mocking. I heard Moon crash onto the ground.

I tried to get up, but my exhaustion got the better of me. I was starting to black out, everything fading and returning and fading and returning, like a lighthouse's light as it turned and changed visibility, as if I was slowly blinking. Was I blinking? I couldn't tell.

The last thing I saw before I fully lost all sensibility was Monty standing before me, the victor of the fight.