so, uh, yea, we're basically just diving into ennard's head back when he was all Scott-crazy? yeah.

thanks to Lonecloud for being such an awesome beta to all my crazy fics

this was actually really fun to write, gosh ennard has such a wide personality, no wonder mable writes him so much

but either way, without further ado, enjoy!

Angry isn't the word to describe you.

You've kind of gone and surpassed that point now, completely fuming and vindictive in your hapless fury. Hapless, because, against all the odds, you don't like this.

Scott's leaving you again. Sure, he's scared, and why shouldn't he be, since you decided that it was a good idea to listen to your programming, but he's still leaving. You thought he loved you. Maybe you were wrong.

You aren't really sure how it happens, but a few seconds after they've left, you're up like a magnet, up like a light, making a beeline to the fuse box just to make sure he doesn't get any hopes of exiting the building. You made a promise to yourself, and you're god damn going to keep it. You've waited this long, fought this hard, and the only way Scott leaves this god-forsaken building is with you inside him.

You're doing the right thing. This is for the both of you. You and him. Ennard and Scott. It's all you've ever wanted.

As you climb into the intercom control station, you set up the wires and press different buttons, and they all obey your command without fail, and you sigh, frustrated. Why couldn't Scott be like that? If he'd just left it alone, followed directions, then Mike and Mari wouldn't've had to get hurt, and the two of you'd be together, forever—you'd never be apart.

Why wouldn't he understand that this wasn't just for you? You'd sat there and listened to him rant on and on about how awful things were back when he worked for William, and the fool didn't even treat him right. Now here you were, doing your best for him, and he up and leaves you?

You snarl as you flip one last switch. Not on your watch. Not again.

"I-I-I hope you d-di-didn't thiiink you were-were leaving so sooon!" you chime, trying to sound for the world like you were happy and weren't currently planning homicide. "Sc-Scott, you wouldn't leave me! I-I kn-know you wouldn't! We-we—together!"

You glare aimlessly as your voice crackles. You wished you sounded better for him. You can only imagine him covering his ears. You shake your head and shove those thoughts away. Everything would be better once he was with you again.

Right?

"Ennard."

Right.

You tremble a little and an unbidden excited jolt runs up your spine when you hear him. You don't know why, but you feel a little better. More like yourself, and you're glad he's okay. Now, all that was left was to—

You glance at the controls. You had to bring him down. That's the whole reason you're here, right? He's the only body you want, the only one you need. You continue.

"There you aaaare! I-I almost missed you!" You laugh a little to yourself, because ha, missed, and then you laugh harder, until it's not just your voice box that's shaking, it's you, from head to toe, completely uncontrollably. "It's okay , I forgive you for hurting me. I know you're scared, and I-and I hurt you too." You glare at your hands, reprimanding yourself for even thinking about harming a hair on his head. "But don't worry—we're aaall even!" You smile a little. "I don't have to come up if you come down."

"Ennard," he says, firmly. "I'm not coming back down."

You're smile warps and you resist ripping the mic from its post. "That's okay," you say, "I'll just come for you." You don't remember the warning in your voice being so harsh. "I-I'll be there soon!"

"No, Ennard, stop."

His voice is uncharacteristically steady, so much so that you do stop, sitting up straight in your seat in surprise.

"Please...please don't do this to yourself. You're just gonna hurt yourself more in the process."

Scott's such a sweetheart, you decide. He cares so much about you.

You glance to the side. So then why was he so willing to leave?

He's just scared. He doesn't understand. You need to make him understand.

You start to speak when he cuts you off. "I know. I know you don't understand it. You don't understand anything except that for some reason you...you would want to exist inside a human body."

No, a thought comes up immediately. He's lying. You can't believe him. He doesn't get it.

"It's your programming, Ennard. The ones that you're made from, those animatronics...they were made by someone. Someone who just...who would hurt anyone. He'd make animatronics just so that they could hurt other people. And..." he hesitates. "I don't think they knew they were made like that."

No, no, no. You...you have to get up there. He's not making any sense.

"He's making perfect sense," you whisper to yourself. You glance up to the window and do a double take—you're looking worse for wear, an ungodly amount of slashes dotting your chest and arms, and you're startled when you start to realize how tired you are.

"I don't know if you lied the entire time, but...I really did enjoy our time together. And there—there is a part of me that does still care about you, even thought you probably only wanted me to come down here." You're holding your head in your hands. If you let go, would you shake your head or nod? "Despite everything I...I don't wanna leave you down here. I wanted to bring you home. But you wouldn't let me, and now you won't even let me leave. You—you're willing to kill me for my skin."

You can hear the inflections in his voice over the age of the intercom system as his words echo through the building. You're going to make him cry. You're making him upset.

In fact, the more that you think about it, the more that you realize that everything happening to him is all because of you. Why did he come? To bring you home. Why is he hurt? Because you did it. And why is he still here, trapped who knows how many feet above you, in an elevator with virtually no comfort?

It's all because of you, you, you.

"You're probably not even hearing any of this, and if you are you probably don't even care—" His...his voice broke. "—but I still need to say it."

You can't let him leave, your thoughts find you, but they don't feel like yours; artificial and fake and cold. You need him, remember?

"But I don't need this," you reply to yourself quietly. You're sure to yourself that you love him more than anything, after all he's been put through and all that he's done for you. He doesn't deserve to be treated like the last one. Not again.

On top of that, what's love if it's not with him? Do you really know how to love him? What if you're just another William, treating him worse than he ever did, and it's a dagger that cuts straight through your metaphorical heart so deeply because of how different it all is. Scott is sure Will didn't love him.

But he loves you.

And here you are.

"Ennard," Scott begins quietly, and you can only glance up at the ceiling, where you think he might be. "If there's any part of you that isn't lost to this, if there's any shred of you that cares about me...then you let me go. This is a life or death decision, Ennard. You let me go home, or you let me die."

It was as if his last few words let the thoughts off like a leash. In an instant the full force of your anger returns and you collapse to the floor, holding your head, shaking, feeling so much. You need to let him go, but you can't let him leave without you. You love him for everything he's done, but you hate—you hate that he makes you feel like this.

You—you need—you need this for you and him. Scott and Enna—you can't just let him die—You can't just let him leave—no, no, no, not like thi—without you.

You stand up shakily and fiercely push those thoughts aside, staggering as you walk aimlessly to the fuse box. If there's one thing you know and understand about you, one thing that can't be taken away no matter how much code you have, it's that you love him, regardless if he reciprocates, and you don't want him to feel like this anymore.

Besides...is it love, if you take him? If he dies in one of the worst ways possible by your hands? Or is it love if you leave him be, let him go, and let him leave?

You already know which choice you want.

You move your hand, hesitantly, quietly, and click, and then the power's back on, the elevator continues in its ascent, and you realize, vacantly, that you're still screaming.