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Both Henrys stared to each other (While FNAF Henry has the Marionette with him with it's arms around his neck while BaTIM Henry was wiping off ink from his face while holding an ax in his other hand.)
FNAF: So you're a co-owner too?
BATIM: Yes, I work as an animator actually, from an old animation studio back in the 1930's. You?
FNAF: I've worked in a pizzeria as a mechanical engineer in the 1980's. You could say that I was the one that invented most of those animatronics. Until my partner used my characters for something that they weren't programmed to do. And even copied some of my tech in the process, and twisted them into monsters.
BATIM: Huh, same here. I designed and created those cartoon tricksters you know. I designed them so that people would love them. And I too love them. But after me and Joey had an argument—I left. I mean I can't just continue to work under somebody that would steal your ideas and dreams. Right?
FNAF: True
BATIM: I want to claim them back but because of the war and the depression. I didn't. But when I got a letter from Joey I immediately went back to the old workshop. Only to know that the toons that I've helped created was brought to life off-scale, deformed, and monstrous by my so- called 'best pal'. Making our dream into a living nightmare.
FNAF Henry stared at BATIM Henry with sympathy as the latter was holding back tears. I mean, it really does suck when the very creations that you made had become twisted. The very creations that are made to love and to be loved are now filled with hate and vengeance. Both to other people and to the creators themselves.
Damn their partners to hell for making something so wonderful into something so awful—almost demonic. Being trapped in a limbo of pain and blind rage.
FNAF: What's your businessmen partner like anyway? Mine is an insane homicidal maniac with some hints of being a sociopath.
BATIM: Joey? Hmm...If you want me to honest his in the category of a self-centered manipulative egomaniac. And because of it, every employee in the studio hates him. But they can't out right talk back at him since his the one who writes the checks. We just agreed to vent out our frustrations to a recorder.
FNAF: So...a psychopath then? What did he do to warrant you to carry an ax with you, and is that....ink?
FNAF Henry pointed at the old ax on the animator's hand and the ink stains that littered around his clothing. Even dyeing BATIM Henry's brown slack pants black from the knees down.
BATIM: You mean aside from crashing peoples' dreams and being a manipulative prick?
FNAF: Yes?
BATIM: I really didn't know what he really did. But I had a bad feeling that he turned the studio's employees into ink monsters—a twisted version of the lovable toons.
FNAF: How so?
BATIM: For starters. The studio's music director, Sammy Lawrence, was a recluse and hardworking man and also known for his sort-temper. Know the man that I've worked with has turned into a raving lunatic—a prophet. Norman who was our projectionist had become an ink monster with a projector for a head. Wally, one of the maintenance crew, turned into a copy of the cartoon Boris the Wolf. Grant, Thomas, and Shawn turned into a mockery of a version of the Butcher gang. And Susie and a newcomer Allison turned into an amalgamated version of the cartoon Alice Angel. And as for the reason why I'm carrying an ax is all because they are now hell bent on killing me.
FNAF: And Joey Drew?
BATIM: You can say that he had drew the line for causing this madness.
FNAF: I guess we're in the same page as this one.
BATIM: What do you mean?
FNAF: William Afton, the co-owner of the franchise, had killed children that had been declared missing. And one of those murdered children was MY own child. And I could still recall that day. It was a stormy day as she was locked out of the pizzeria by some of the local children. One of my animatronics, The Security Puppet, tried to look for her. Only to find her already dead in a dark alley. Alone with her soul trapped in an endless cruel game with the other dead children.
BATIM: What do you mean by that?
FNAF: Take a guess
The puppet faced at BATIM Henry and waved at the man all the while letting out a dying moan. BATIM Henry meekly waved back even looking a little green. And his sure as hell it ain't from the ink fumes.
BATIM: T-That's Horrible....
FNAF: It didn't stopped there you know. The first victim was my daughter then followed by many others. The five missing children that I've told you were killed and was stuffed inside of the animatronics that I've built. William even used one of the spring lock suites to lure them in. And not only that, but his own children was killed by his own set of animatronics. His daughter was killed just before the sister location even started...and...dear god.
FNAF Henry let out a shaky sigh while the Security Puppet comforted him.
FNAF: His youngest son was also killed by an accident. The kid's brother and his friend threw him into one of my animatronics and bit his frontal lobe off. The poor kid did made it out alive for a week before dying completely. But at that week the kid had to suffer constant nightmares. And the older brother, Michael, you gotta give the kid some credit. Even if he was the one who caused the death of his own little brother. It was really an accidentally. But the kid had to endure everything to what his father had done. Retracing his father's step, setting the children's souls free, and all of that being a rotten and living corpse.
BATIM: Then, what happened to William?
FNAF: Karma happened. Remember that I've said that he used one of the spring locks to lure children before stuffing them into a suite? Will he is currently been stuffed in the very suite that he used. And how about Joey? Found him yet?
BATIM: I think he was the one who found me first.
FNAF: Oh?
BATIM: I did mentioned that the majority of the employees turned in humanoid ink blobs or a twisted version of the cartoons. I think he turned into the latter.
FNAF: Pry tell why do you think like that?
BATIM: Will I did found a recording of him wanting to cheat death and had an obsession on making dreams coming true. And since he had a very high standard for the cartoons and for the animation itself. So I've kinda put two and two together.
FNAF: In other words our business partners are a bunch of crazy lunatics.
BATIM: You can say that
Out of nowhere BATIM Henry's stomach growled while FNAF Henry stared at the blushing animator.
BATIM: S-sorry, all that running around the studio made me hungry.
FNAF: Then it's a good thing that I run a pizzeria. Say, your not scared of animatronics are you?
BATIM: Gee, let me think....hmm, which is worse? Literal monsters trying to kill you, or possessed machines also trying to kill you. It seems I can't decide which route I should dug my grave for.
FNAF: Then I'll get Chica to start making the pizza. Any preference or allergies to be aware of?
BATIM: As long there's no bacon in them—we're good. I think I'm getting sick with the taste of 30 year-old cans of bacon soup by now.
FNAF: And why would you eat 30 year-old cans of bacon soup?
BATM: Because it's the only thing in the menu, and they say that those things could still taste good even if they reach the 30 year mark.
FNAF: Disgusting. Might as well let you try out our other menu as well. How about Hawaiian?
BATIM: Not really picky, but just no bacon this time please.
FNAF: Sure. But is it really alright that we should leave our demons in the same room? Let alone not monitoring them?
BATIM: To be honest—NO. But I really need a breather from the chaos that is Joey Drew. Plus, we can seal them off right?
FNAF: True, I might as will call Michael to monitor those two.
BATIM: YOUR SENDING A KID TO FEND OFF THOSE DEMONS?!
FNAF: Don't worry, the kid's gonna monitor them in a safe room with cameras and a taser to tase those morons when they'll grow too aggressive.
BATIM: BUT STILL?!
FNAF: Michael had been doing this for a long time now. He's even over-qualified to do this small little tidbit.
BATIM: If you say so. But I'm asking one of the studio's crew to keep him company. I really don't want to leave a kid all alone with those two.