3rd POV

The rest of the night was mostly quiet, and soon the 6AM bell rang. Mike led Sylvia to the front door, and gave her a quick goodbye before watching her go. Hearing a sound behind him, Mike pulled a knife and turned quickly, only for his wrist to be grabbed, tightly. "Now, now, Mikey. No need for a fight. We're all friends here." Mike looked up just in time to see the brown bear animatronic turn into a human. Fred smirked as he ran his other hand through his hair, his glowing blue eyes staring into his soul. His suit and tie laid perfectly against his body. "Now Mikey, I think it's time to have a chat. Human..." Fred threw Mike behind him, causing him to hit the floor with a thud, his knife skidding across the tile. When Mike went to grab it, a foot stepped on his hand. He looked up to see Bonnie, with Chica and Foxy standing next to him, all three of them transforming into their human forms. Bryan grinned, straightening his purple vest over his white shirt, his black pants complementing the purple. His pink eyes and purple hair matching him perfectly, and Bryan couldn't help but run his hand threw his hair like his brother did before. Chelsea's blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, her yellow dress fitting tightly around her body, and yellow sandals on her feet. Her purplish pink eyes glaring at Mike, arms crossed as she glared. Fin's red hair covered his yellow eyes, his red shirt covered by a black trench coat. He also wore black jeans and black boots. "... to animatronic." Mike looked back at Fred to see Gavin and Mary walking next to him.

Time Skip

"Tight enough?" Fred asked Mike, who was tied to a chair with Mary's strings.

"It's perfect." Mike replied sarcastically. Fred smirked.

"Good. We would hate to make our guest feel... uncomfortable. Now, down to business." Fred nodded to Gavin, who walked up to Mike.

"We need a little favor." Mike gave Gavin a glare.

"Why would I help you?" Gavin looked at Fin, who kicked up one of the chair legs, cause the chair to land on its side. Mike let out a hiss of pain as his head landed harshly on the time.

"Because we weren't asking. Now, what's Sylvia Gale's reason for being here?"

"I don't know." Gavin let out a huff as Fin lifts up the chair and kicks it back to the floor.

"Wrong answer, Mike. It's a simple question."

"It's an even harder answer." Gavin crouched down to Mike's level.

"Try us." Mike looked up at Gavin before looking at everyone else. He looked back at Gavin.

"... The same reason a mother does anything. For her kids." Everyone went still except for Mike. "I mean, that's why you're here, right? Unresolved mommy issues." The animatronic humans froze in shock at Mike's bold words, then immediately reacted.

"You bastard!"

"You don't know anything!"

"I'll kill you!"

"ENOUGH!" The overlapping voices stopped and everyone turned to Mary. Mary lowered herself down to her knees in front of Mike. She gently caressed his cheek, before scarring him with her nails. "I'd be careful, Michael. You have no idea what we've been through, what we're capable of. We won't hesitate to destroy you." Mike glared at her.

"I could say the same thing. After all, I know why Ms. Gale is here. Killing me won't give you any answers. Play your cards carefully." Mary and Mike stared into each other's eyes. Suddenly, the strings that were wrapped around Mike loosened and disappeared. Mary stood up, and held her hand out for Mike. He stared at her for a moment longer before grabbing her hand. Fin growled and walked off. Mike watched him go, a small shiver traveling down his spine. Looking back at Mary, he spoke. "You know, I understand the other five, but you, I can't. Who exactly are you?"

"Doesn't matter."

"If it didn't, I wouldn't have asked." Mary was quiet for a moment before speaking.

"I'm their sister. Now, about our mother."

Elsewhere

Sylvia walked up the steps to her home, a four bedroom town house. As soon as she opened the door, loud screaming was heard. "You brats are insufferable!"

"You ain't so special either, you old hag!" Upon seeing the inside of the house, Sylvia's eyes widened. Glass plates were shattered on the ground, the chandelier was swinging, a vase laided broken in front of the staircase, and the babysitter, an older woman with grey hair and glasses over her forest green eyes was yelling at a teen boy with brown hair and blue eyes. The teen, Fredrick, looked about ready to kill the babysitter, till his eyes caught sight of his mother, who was grimacing at the mess. "Ma!" The babysitter, Whitney Broush, turned and looked at Sylvia with wide eyes, then gave her a glare.

"MS. GALE!" Sylvia hummed in response as she hung her purse on the coat rack, barely paying any attention to the old woman. "Your children are the most insufferable, spoiled, immature creatures I ever had the displeasure of taking care of!" Sylvia nodded as she pulled the broom and dustpan out of the coat closet next to the front door. Four more children walked down the stairs, the older girl of the group holding a fifth child, a young toddler. Whitney pointed at Fredrick. "This... BOY!... is always trying to pick fights with me and others-"

"You invite your old hag friends, when you know you're not allowed to! I just tell them to get the fuck out!" Fredrick said. Whitney pointed to the smallest boy of the group, the brown eyed brunette, Brendan.

"He always steals the batteries from the remote and other things in the house, as well as stuff out of my purse!" She pointed to the small girl next to him, the brown eyed brunette, Jessie. "She likes to stand in the corner and stare at EVERYONE!" Pointing to another boy around Fredrick and the older girl's age, the hazel eyed brunette, Benjamin, Whitney continued as Sylvia swept the floor, not listening to a word she was saying. "He likes to play impractical jokes on me!" Benjamin began to run back upstairs as Whitney began pointing to the oldest girl, a green eyed blonde, Clara. "She keeps taking the baby from me, and doing MY JOB!-"

"You don't even do it!" Fredrick yelled. "You just sit in front of the TV all night, and when we try to ask you for something, you start yelling at us! And if you're aren't watching TV, you're with your friends in the living room ignoring us!"

"You brat! What do you know!? You're only a-" Whitney's voice was cut off as a bucket of water was thrown at her from the stairs. Everyone looked up at Benjamin was holding the bucket, a red glint in his eyes as he glared at the old woman.

"Finish that sentence." He dared. Whitney let out a loud scream.

"I QUIT!"

"What?" Sylvia asked, confused. Whitney stormed towards the front door, pushing Sylvia into a side table which the vase once sat on. Gasps were heard, followed by shouts.

"Ma!"

"Mom!"

"Mommy!"

"Mama!" Whitney slammed opened the door and walked out the door. Just as she slammed the door closed, Fredrick picked up the broken vase and threw it at the door, breaking it more.

"Fredrick, the vase!" Clara said.

"We can buy a new one, Claire." The ticked boy said as Benjamin helped their mother up. "What a bitch." He said.

"Fredrick, language. Poor lady. That was mean, Benjamin. You should apologize."

"Yeah, no. She has to apologise first." Sylvia shrugged.

"Oh well. Help me clean up this mess. Did she really not do her job?"

"Yeah." Fredrick said, taking the broom. "You can check the security cameras."

"Security cameras?" Sylvia asked.

"Yeah? The ones you installed when we got our first babysitter."

"Why do we need a babysitter?" Benjamin asked. "Me, F and C are like 16. Plus, C knows how to take care of Melissa, I can cook, and F pretty good at keeping house." Fredrick blushed.

"Don't say it like that." He mumbled. Sylvia, who was lost in thought, gasped, and her eyes widened.

"Security cameras, that's it! Fredrick, you're a genius!" She said, running up the stairs.

"Hey, can you tell my teachers that?!" As she ran downstairs, she began shouting orders at the kids.

"Get ready for school! Clara, get Brendan and Melissa to the daycare! Fredrick, take Jessie to the elementary school! I'll be back by dinner! I love you, BYE!" She said, running out the door. Fredrick rolled his eyes.

"She doesn't have to be at the studio for another 3 hours. What's up with her?"

"Do you think it has something to do with her new job?" Clara asked. The two older boys shrugged.