"Get out of my house, Euphoria."

Euphoria seemed almost stunned. No human had ever talked to him like that before. He looked in your eyes for a bit, noticing your fear, but he did nothing. He only gave his signature smile and purred, "You're making a big mistake~"

You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, "Why would I trust you? You've been stalking me, making me uncomfortable, and are possibly a threat to my life and others! Why would I ever keep you here?" You were never one to take anybody's bullshit, no matter the gender, sexuality, race, or size. Euphoria stared at you silently, almost calculating something in his head.

His ears twitched and he smiled softly, "So be it. I'll leave, human." You looked up at him slightly, "Really?" He nodded. "You're just like every other human I've met, so there's no need for me to stay if you aren't interesting." Your eye twitched in annoyance, "Are you saying I'm boring?" He chuckled, "Maybe... Maybe not, little one. But I really must be going. It seems I have... Upheld my stay." He started to disappear like the Cheshire Cat, leaving his grin.

"ɥɔʇᴉq ǝlʇʇᴉl 'ᴉɔɹǝpǝʌᴉɹɹ∀."

His grin immediately disappeared afterward.

You let out a groan of frustration before flopping unto your bed and tiredly going back to sleep.

Work was going to be a fucking nightmare.

~ 5:04 A.M. ~

You sat silently near the entrance of the pizzeria, as it was locked up. You shivered slightly and pulled your thick coat closer as the rain always formulated cold weather to spread throughout the area. Where the hell was Michael? If anything, he was always here before you. However, you let logic control your thoughts as you assumed he must have been caught up in traffic, but damn. One more minute in this cold and you were going to turn into a human icicle. You rubbed your hands together quickly, breathing on them softly.

You sighed, wishing you had brought your gloves, but your mind drifted off to what happened this morning. First, you had fallen out of bed almost immediately before the time you were supposed to leave. You had to rush to get yourself ready and made your gums bleed from brushing too fast and hard. You couldn't find your gloves and you almost couldn't find your umbrella. You nearly fell rushing down the stairs because your boot laces weren't tied.  You didn't have time to make breakfast, so you were hungry as hell. You forgot your wallet and could get nothing to eat and almost dropped your keys in a sewer drain. For a second, you believed that Euphoria could have cursed you for not letting him stay, but days like this occur in life. It just so happened to have been your unlucky day today.

Mentally sighing, you remember that you had salvage duty today. Your mind wandered as you imagined what kind of animatronic of unknown origin would be in the alley today. As you thought, a car pulled into the parking lot, making your eyes snap open. A male figure, one who seemed to be in his young 20s, stepped out of the car in a suit and tie with a porcelain bear mask covering his face. He walked over to you, unaffected by the drizzling rain. He was holding a bag and a plastic cup, a sweet aromatic smell coming from the bag. The mask seemed to smile, "I brought donuts."

He sat beside you and suddenly the bag was grabbed out of his hand. You opened the bag quickly and shoved the glazed, sugary filled treats in your mouth. Michael watched, astounded, as his friend wolfed down the food so garishly. You took a sip of the coffee before sighing in relief, "Thanks, Michael." He nodded carefully, slightly afraid that you would try to take a bite out of him next. You smiled and mumbled, "I didn't have time to make breakfast. I woke up late and practically rushed here." The mask's eyes widened.

"Are you alright? Did you get stuck in traffic? You didn't forget anything important at home, did you? Did you get hurt? Are you still hungry? Do you want to go home? Do you want to go somewhere else? Are you okay?"

You couldn't help but laugh a bit at your friend's worrisome attitude. "I'm fine, Michael, really. It's just... I had a few issues with the new house." He looked over at you, grabbing your hands, "You can always come to stay with me, (y/n). I'm sure Henry wouldn't mind. Besides, you practically know him." You look away slightly, thinking about the kind old man Michael had introduced to you once you had gotten to know him better. You chewed at your lip. "I mean... I don't want to intrude, but I think I might take you up on that offer." He smiled softly and removed his hands from your own reluctantly. He thought they were very warm, despite the fact that you felt like your fingertips were going to fall off. "Can we just get inside?" You whispered with a slight shiver.

Michael immediately nodded and got out his keys, unlocking the entrance to the pizzeria. You walked in and sipped at your coffee, gazing at the animatronics who were currently offline. Closing the door behind himself, Michael watched you observe the idle robots. He smiled a bit to himself and wondered what he did to deserve someone as cautious and careful as you. He liked to protect you, but he knew that you were completely capable of defending yourself, especially when it came to salvaging animatronics. You seemed to have no problem with it. He sighed softly, constantly thinking about how he could persuade you to take some other job, rather than risking your life. You were human, unlike him, and could easily be mutilated by one of these animatronics. Then he would lose you.

Just like everyone else.

He shook his head, dismissing the thought. There was no way he was going to let you get hurt now. Michael ushered you to the office in the back alley and you followed suite.

"You think it might be animatronic from like the 1980s or something?" You asked curiously. He nodded softly, thinking back to the plastic toys. But they were scrapped and their polyethylene glycolic bodies were burned in a junkyard. Now if it was something before that time, such as in the 1970s, there might possibly be some endoskeletons or prototypes of the first Fredbear and/or Spring Bonnie. If they were lucky, they may even get an original prototype of Freddy and Friends who were created before the toys. He remembered hearing about those withered animatronics disappearing after the toys were scrapped. He had also believed they were just more lost souls who needed to be freed.

Opening the door to the back alley, you were both met with an interesting surprise.

There was an animatronic there, in fact, almost 12 feet tall. It was slouched against the wall, facing the door of the back alley. Its features were a mix of so many things. It had Scrap Baby's large black mechanical claw. Its coat of fur, really like that of an animal's, was dark olive green like Scraptrap. Molten Freddy's head replaced its other arm and in the middle of its torso, laid what looked like Lefty's jaw and a very odd, broken white mask with a purple streak coming down its one remaining eye.

You and Michael gave each other a curious yet concerned glance before gazing back at the amalgamation. "Is it made out of the Scrap Gang?" You asked. "It looks like it but that can't be possible. I saw the Scrap Gang last night. They were all just fine, but they did seem a bit weary."

Michael rubbed the back of his neck, staring at the creature. It was soaked in rain and looked slightly burnt in a few parts. It was also deactivated, making both of you wonder if it was salvageable or not.

"So what do we do?"

Proceed with the Salvage?

Or

Leave It?