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Attached video does not belong to me.

Warning: Graphic. Character death.
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Noah's PoV -

It's the night of the high school dance and I want to ask Michael to be my date. During lunch break, I find Michael in the library. "Hey," I walk up to my long-time friend and lover.

     "Hey, Noah," Michael greets me as he bites into his sandwich.

      "I have a question for you, love," with that I pull out a rose with a note asking Michael to prom with two boxes for an answer.

     I watch Michael's face as he reads the note. He smiles but something else is there that I can't read. Something is obviously bothering my lover. "Noah, I would love to but I can't. My dad doesn't want us to be found out about."

     I sigh. William Afton never has really liked me. I don't know why. I'm always nice to him but maybe he just doesn't like the fact that I'm dating his oldest son. Maybe he's homophobic? But he spends so much time with his friend, Henry. I think they're a thing. I secretly form a plan to talk to Michael's father and hopefully convince him to let me take his son to the dance. "I understand," I state somewhat sad.

Finally, the school day ends. I ride the bus home and immediately grab my bike. I ride across town to Michael's home. I cautiously knock on the door. Mr. Afton opens the door, "Hello... Noah," William states with a hateful look my way.

I try to stay positive, "Hello, Mr. Afton, is Michael home?"

"Yes, he's just... in the basement working on a project. You can go down there if you want," William replies.

     "Thank you!" I smile and make my way down the stairs to the basement.

     I know Michael's house well from all the times he's invited me over. I hurry down the stairs. "Michael, are you down here I call?"

     I here the door from above slam shut and lock. "No, Michael and everyone else are out running errands, it's just me and you Noah," William Afton states as he descends the stairs.

     "Uhhhh, why did you tell me he was down here? Maybe I should be going now." My heart is pumping fast, I've never seen this side of William.

     "Now, you must know that I don't much care for you, Noah. You're a spoiled bratty kid dating my spoiled bratty son. You're one in the same. Therefore, I must rid you from the world. The same world which I sadly can not rid Michael from." Mr. Afton growls as he corners me.

     He forces me against the wall and ties my arms behind my back. "You don't have to do this, William. I'm not a brat, I promise! Neither is Michael."

     I struggle against the abuse but don't manage to land any kicks or blows. Instead I'm sat in a chair and duck taped to it. I'm screaming and crying. Begging for my life.

     "You're much louder than the other kids I've taken care of. Maybe I should start with your vocal cords," Afton cooes before slicing my neck with a knife.

     Wave after wave of pain floods over me. Blood runs down my neck. Tears fall and I try to scream for help but no sound emits from my broken vocal cords. "That's much better," William admires his work, "Now, what next? Oh, I'll show you your new form."

I'm bleeding out, dying a slow painful death. William apparently finds what he's looking for. Afton pulls a sheet from over a figure sitting against the wall. There sits a tall clown like animatronic. "This is Ennard. Michael helped me design him. One of the few accomplishments of my son. Anyway, because of that, I thought it would be a fitting place to hide your corpse. Of course, I'll have to cut you into tiny bits first. Let's begin."

     Tears flow down my face as I stare at the terrifying animatronic in front of me. I imagine Afton cutting my organs out and rolling them into thin cylinders before wrapping wires around them and inserting them into the hunk of metal in front of me. I'm almost gone I can feel. My vision has all but faded. I feel William sawing my stomach open but the pain is fading. I welcome death. Away from all this pain. Poor Michael. Trapped in a home with a killer of a father who wants nothing more than to murder his own son. My last thought before blacking out is an image of Michael and me wrapped around each other as we dance to a slow song at the high school dance but that will never happen now.

Michael's PoV -

     Where are you?
     I miss you!

      I text Noah for what feels like the thousands time. He hasn't been at school for a week and he hasn't even text me back. I decide to call as I grab my backpack from off the kitchen table. I here ringing from the basement. Dropping my backpack back on the table I decide to investigate. That sounds like Noah's ring tone. I descend the stairs. Hmmm. Everything looks normal. Just my dad's work place. My favorite animatronic, Ennard, lays on the stone floor, back against the wall. I smile at the sight of my design. I walk over to the robot and gently run my hand across his hard plastic clown mask. The face plate unexpectedly opens. I jump back with a startle and laugh at myself. "Ennard, you scared me." I gently fold the face plate back together. "There, much better."

     Then I remember why I'm down here. I call my boyfriend again. The ring is closer now. I follow the sound to a pile of clothes stuffed in the corner. The pile is rather large. As I approach I noticed it's not all clothes but rather stuffed animals, phones, shoes, headphones, etc. Where does dad get all this stuff? It's like a giant yard sell full of decaying clothes and electronics. I toss a blue jacket and a teddy bear aside to find the ringing phone. Woah, it even looks like Noah's phone. Is it? I turn the phone on. 1% battery life left. But my face stairs up at me from the Lock Screen. This is Noah's phone. I quickly type in his password 08 22 the day we started dating. Now a picture of Noah and me together stairs up at me. We have our arms wrapped around each other with goofy 3D glasses on from one of the times that we went to see a movie together. I go to messages and see all my calls and text messages. There's also about a hundred texts and missed calls from his mom. Wait so his mom doesn't know where he is either?! Shit! Did something bad happened to him? How did his phone get down here? I pocket the phone and turn to run back up the stairs. I need to go to the police office and show them Noah's phone. Ennard's face plate is open again, this time he's sitting up, and he's somewhat turned toward where I stand. He wasn't like that when I left him. Creepy. No time to worry about that though. I rush up the stairs, grab my book bag, rush out the door, and jump on my bike. I rigorously ride my bike as fast as I can to the police station.

Noah/Ennard's PoV -

     What seemed like days later I manage to open my eyes. Everything looks weird. I see the world in fuzzy vision and dull colors. I try to speak but nothing comes out. I try to move. Nothing happens. I try again and I manage to move my arm just a fraction of an inch. I continue trying and finally manage to regain control of one of my arms. It feels heavy and it's exhausting even moving this tiny amount. Somewhat reluctantly I wave my hand in front of my eyes. What! My hand is white metal! I try to get up from my sitting position and only manage to fall down on my back. A loud clank echos through the dark cold room. My whole body must be made of metal! Then the memories flood back to me. Noah. That was my name. I was killed by my boyfriend's dad, William... I think. My lover. What was his name? Michael! How could I forget that? The most beautiful and kind man I've ever seen. I remember the pain of my neck being sliced open only to have my stomach sawed into right after. William must have carried through with his plan. I'm in Ennard or rather I am now Ennard. If I could cry I would. I feel so alone, so cold, so hurt... Maybe Michael will find me.

More days pass. Does anyone even notice I'm gone. A phone keeps ringing and beeping from near me but I scarcely have the energy to move to find it. Instead I just lay here in pain. Trying to get used to my new body. I twitch my fingers managing to regain more and more control. The ringing begins again and I here someone descending the stairs. Is it William? I want to hide from my killer but I can't. The figure makes it to the bottom and even in the dull light I recognize my lover, Michel! I want to run to him and hold him. Feel his warmth and give him my love but I'm once again unable to. Michel sees me and smiles. For a moment I think he recognizes me but I'm disappointed when he calls me Ennard. He runs his warm hand over my face and I feel his energy. I get so excited at the touch that my face plate opens. Michel jumps backwards in fear. I want to tell him I'm sorry for scaring him but I can't. I must not have a voice box. He gently folds my faceplate back. I savor his warmth. God I love him! Then Michael walks away towards a pile of belongings. Presumably from other murdered kids like myself. A few other animatronics line the walls of the basement or sit on tables. The pile is quite massive, just how many kids has William killed? Michael apparently finds my phone. He looks worried about me. I want to shout that I'm right here but I can't. Instead I muster all my strength to sit up and scoot towards my lover. Michel's presence seems to give me extra energy. When Michael turns toward me again he notice my change in position but scarcely seems to think twice about it. He rushes back up the stairs taking my old phone with him. Michael, come back!

Hours pass. I feel more energy rushing through me now that I've seen Michel. I manage to stand with the help of the wall. I take a few steps before falling on my face. Slowly I get up again and holding the wall this time I manage a few cautious steps. I'm walking! Then I hear the front door open. I need to show Michel who I am. I move to one of the tables and sit down on one with my legs hanging off the edge and dangling towards the floor. The I hear someone descending the stairs. Michel?! I wait patiently for my lover only to be horrified to see the face of my killer. "Well, well, Noah. You seem to be getting along quite well in your new body. Did you see your boyfriend today? He took your phone, likely taking it to the cops. I've been through their searches a hundred times. They'll never find you. Besides, even if they did, Michael could never love a monster like you." With that William shoved me off the table sending me crashing to the ground. Some of my metal falls off leaving my wires exposed. William laughs from above me. Angrily he tears at my metal plates till I'm reduced to a pile of wires and a clown mask. "Now you really look like the clown you are," William scoffs before kicking me one more time.

I watch as William scoops up the gross pile of evidence laying in the corner of the room where Michael found my phone. Without another word he carries them upstairs likely to dispose of the evidence. I don't have anymore energy to move. William took every possible ounce of a positive feeling from me. I feel completely drained.

More hours pass and I hear a group descending the stairs. Police officers and detectives flood into the basement. Michel points to the corner but seems surprised to find all the evidence gone. The cops laugh and make a half-ass attempt at gathering evidence. As William predicted they didn't even both checking the animatronics, like myself. Michel looks discouraged and instead of following the police back up stairs he stays in the basement. He looks over to the space I once occupied. He looks startled as his eyes search the room for me. Finally, his eyes land on my broken form half hidden behind the table. "Ennard, what happened to you?" I try to talk but only manage to open and close my metal jaw.

Michael picks me up and lays me on the table. "You don't have a voice box. Do you?" Michel asks.

I shake my head 'no'. Michel jumps away. Obviously, not knowing who or what I am.

I reach my arm out for him. Don't be scared my love. My wires connect with his arm. I gently rub circles into his warm skin. I used to use that trick to calm he down when he got anxious. Gently, he places his other hand around mine. I place my other hand on top of his. Slowly I look him in the eye. "You seem so much like, Noah..." tears flood Michel's eyes.

I point to me and then point to him while shaking my head 'yes' trying to let him know it is me. "Noah, is it really you? That's not possible... Look at me, here I am trying to reason that a robot is my lover. I just miss him so much!"

     He doesn't believe me... Of course if I was in his place I wouldn't believe it either.