(Rewrite) Five Nights At Freddy's 4: Unbitten

Bad Ending (Part 2): My Perfect Little Puppet

Kenneth didn't realize he had been knocked out again until he wakes up in a dark room, the yellow light humming quietly. Clammy hands grabbing at his head, he looks around the small room. This room looked familiar.... The young man sits up from the mattress he had been gently placed on.
"Hello again," Kenny jumps at William's calm voice. Afton floats out from behind one of the tall shelves containing animatronic parts.
"You know, you do look so innocent when you sleep. It's actually kind of adorable."

Kenneth feels his cheeks heat up. "Where are we?" He asks, trying to contain his embarrassed stammer. Afton smiles. "Do you really not remember this place? The underground bunker built for Baby? The one I trapped you in?" Rockefeller shudders, suppressing that awful memory. William's eyes light up in surprise. "Ah, so you really do remember....interesting."
The young man notices that his burn had been wrapped in gauze and his face was now clean.

Rockefeller touches his now clean face with the bandaged hand, looking at William. "Oh? You're wondering if I did that?"
Kenneth shuffled on the mattress, looking down in embarrassment as he feels his cheeks blush.
"Thank....you..." Kenneth murmurs with sudden shyness. He hears Afton laugh softly.

"I'm just surprised you haven't realized what I've done to you yet."
"What..?" Rockefeller looks down at the hand that touched his face. White, red, and purple face paint covered his fingertips.
"William....what did you do?" Afton barks a laugh, grabbing a small mirror from one of the shelves and floating over. "I told you I'd make you into a perfect marionette."
Kenneth holds the mirror with shaky hands, staring at his reflection. His blue goggles had vanished, peach colored skin now painted a pasty white color. Where his cheekbones are located are two red circles that made him look like he was blushing and right below his eyes was two purple tears marks that ended in a curved tip near his upper lip. He had also realized that the sweater he had on was gone, now replaced with a full black and white outfit that looked like something out of the circus. The sleeves and lower legs of the black fabric had been painted in a white stripe pattern, ending at his elbows and knees. Two white buttons had also been painted on his chest. This couldn't be real....

Any kind of sanity Kenneth had left had just snapped. He slowly sets the mirror on the metal table beside him, lays curled into a ball on his side, and cries. "Please let this be a dream!" Kenneth sobs, burying his painted face into his hands, his whole body trembling. 'Please, for the love of God. Just let this be a terrible nightmare. Henry has to come rescue me. I can't do this alone.' As the tears flow, Kenny doesn't feel the paint wash off. Must be waterproof.

Between gasping sobs, Kenneth feels William's cold hand stroke his shoulder in a tender way. Rockefeller wanted so badly to just shove William and bolt for the exit. Except he didn't have the strength or energy to accomplish such a task. How long has it been since he's eaten anything? How long had he been knocked out?
Almost on cue, Kenneth hears his stomach growling. Out of shame, the man places his arms on his stomach and shuts his eyes tightly, hoping the face paint will hide his crimson cheeks. 'How long have I been missing? Surely Iris got back to Henry. People have probably realize I'm missing by now, right? This'll probably only last a few more hours. Just play along with William's game and he'll let his guard down.'

Kenneth opens his now puffy eyes and looks at William. "Feel better, love?" Afton asks gently. 'Play along,' Kenneth reminds himself fiercely. 'Remember when you used to act all shy? Just do that and it'll make William drop his guard.'
"Y-yes, um, thank you for asking." Kenneth replies timidly, in a soft voice. William genuinely smiles, shoulders relaxing. "Of course,"
*****
"It's been forty-eight hours since Kenneth has vanished. I need to find him." Henry snaps, forcing himself to sit upright in bed. "Mr. Rockefeller!" Iris cries, pacing Henry's small hospital room.
"You're not the only one who is worried about Kenny. Scott is just as worried."