It's been another few months after Puppet was accepted into the pizzeria. He told the other twisted animatronics about how he became his old self again, and now most of them had been accepted back home as well. Though there were still some times where the former twisteds would all wonder if it was worth it. Puppet heard a story or two of someone having an 'episode' where they snapped and tried to kill someone, but at first he kindly shoved those out of his mind and and told himself "That'll never happen to me". Now, however, he's beginning to worry. So far in the past month, he's heard voices in his head. Dark thoughts telling him to let his anger go wild, to let the irritation of being too nice turn into something else. 'N̓o͇ ͉onȩ ̘͂ͧwͦo͠u̓l͇͇d ̸͎̈ m̿̉in̜̫dͫ j͐u̶͟͝st̵ ͠a̠͉ ̏l̷͕it͇̀t͒̓͠l̳ͧ͞ȅ҉͠ ḃ̗lȯód...͜'
Sometimes he'd feel himself slipping, and then he'd blink and realize that he blacked out. He would do things that weren't like him at all. He became afraid and untrusting of himself. He even distanced himself a bit from Ballora. This made the ballerina upset. She didn't want her partner to be hurt and alone again, so today she planned something for the two of them to do together. "Where are we going?" He asked in a tired voice. Ballora smiled at him and held onto his arm, "No where, really. I just thought that it'd be nice to walk and talk."
Puppet yawned and pet her head with his other hand. "I love you." He said affectionately. "I love you too." She replied. After a while of talking and walking aimlessly around the pizzeria, Ballora finally bit her lip and and asked, "Why are you pushing the others away?"
That caught him by surprise. She continued before he could dodge the question, "Don't lie to me, Mare. I know that something's going on. I noticed that you even tried to push me away, and now I'm worried sick about you."
Puppet gently took his arm out of her grasp and looked at her. "It's not that big of a deal, really. You just wouldn't understand." He told her. He realized he must have used the wrong tone of voice as Ballora's eyes widened. "Why wouldn't I understand?" She asked, "I just want to know—."
"Because you just wouldn't!" He snapped at her, ignoring the hurt look on her face. "It's not your business anyhow!"
"You're my partner! If you're hurt or upset, it is my business!" She raised her voice a bit. Neither of them noticed Gold and Springtrap walking towards them from another hallway. The two stopped short at the sight of the couple in an argument. "Are they...?" Springtrap whispered to Gold, who simply nodded in return. "No, it doesn't!" the marionette practically snarled at the ballerina, "I love you, but sometimes you need to mind your own god-damned business!"
Ballora took an alarmed step back. "Mare—." She tried. "—Don't you 'Mare' me!" He shouted, making her flinch. The Puppet Master's eyes twitched and large, sharp teeth started to sprout from his mouth. Ballora took another few steps backwards. "You don't understand what could happen to me if I le̪ṭ͏ ͇mͤy̥se̻͖̺ĺ̑fͮ ̯sͩl̼̠̓i͎ͬp!" He said in a deep, rough voice. He leaned into himself as thousands of spikes started to rise out of his body. The three animatronics around him looked at him in shock. The process was slow and it sounded painful, but after a minute, the Puppet Master was gone, and Havoc appeared. He stalked towards Ballora, ignoring Springtrap and Gold, who were at a loss for what to do. "All the anger— all of this h̷̟͝a̡̓ͮtê̿ͥ that I feel— it just builds and builds and builds until I can't take it anymore!" Havoc smiled wickedly, "No one will understand... because I was being ẗ́oó ̈́̄f=̀̔=͇ͅ=̧iͦng͂͢ ͝n̲ͯi͕͆c̡e̶ͯ̆! It talks to you! It drives you nuts! When's the last time I slept without hearing the v̹ͯo͎̱ͬì͈ͫc̥̆͡es͎̞ͯ screaming at me?"
Ballora was scared. What happened? She pressed him too hard for answers, and now she's in trouble. She just wanted to make sure that he was okay. She saw the malicious glint in his eyes. "Mare?" Ballora tried to get through to him, only to be ignored. He showed no signs of hearing her. "P—Puppet?" She tried again. No response. He was getting closer. "Puppet Master?" She tried, getting desperate at this point. Gold and Springtrap were rushing to get over to them now. What will he do to her? What if he hurts her, then hurts himself? What if—?
The beast suddenly lunged at her. Ballora jumped out of the way in time to not get mowed over. Havoc landed less than ten feet behind her, then swung the back of one of his hands at her with force. She didn't duck quick enough and was sent flying into the wall. He then turned towards the two springlock animatronics and merely batted them aside, knocking the wind out of them painfully. The ballerina barely had time to catch her breath when the creature used the same hand to pin her to the floor. "Puppet, don't!" Gold shouted over to him, wheezing, "You don't know what you're doing!"
Havoc ignored the bear's warning and the ballerina's pleas. He raised another hand and gripped the two fingers around her head, lifting his thumb above her face. "You have pretty eyes." Havoc told her sweetly, "What a shame it would be if someone were to gouge them out..."
He maneuvered his thumb until it was hovering above one of Ballora's eyes, the claw being way too close for comfort. In one last-ditch, panicked attempt, Ballora screamed "HAVOC!"
Havoc seemed to falter a bit, pausing after hearing his twisted name. In his mind, everything was dark. He couldn't see and could only hear a high-pitched ringing noise. He became confused when he heard Ballora call him Havoc. 'Why would she use that name, after not saying it for months?' He questioned. He got his answer when he could suddenly hear and see again. Taking in the scene around him, his heart dropped at the realization of what he was doing.
Havoc let go of Ballora and backed away. His body shrank and folded into itself until he was the Puppet Master again. He looked at his partner with a horrified face. "I'm sorry..." his voice cracked. Then he disappeared.
