Matthew sat down in the office again, flipping through the now connected cameras, looking in the main party room, then at the empty stage.

He changed to the east hall camera, then paused... had those newspaper clippings always been there? No... just the still air messing with him. He leaned in closer to read them...

"Child goes missing at pizzeria, body not found."

"More children missing, bodies not found."

"Pizzaria threatened with shutdown over sanitation"

"Criminal convicted with charges of child murder."

"Local pizzeria said to close by years end"

"State of the art animatronics scrapped due to faulty coding."

"Human hospitalized from animatronic bite, Fredbear's family diner shut down."

All from the 1980s, not at all recent... and some of those articles were... questionable. He knew children went missing, but not about what the article labeled as "The Bite of 1983" was.

He swore he'd seen the face of the man in the convicted criminal article somewhere though... but where? He changed cameras, scanning the bathroom hallway, looking at Bonnie, who was face first on the floor after they flipped him back over, to calm Aaron down, who seemed to be the most afraid of the rabbit.

He found it odd, Bonnie seemed to be the most normal one out of the animatronic bunch. A decapitated pirate fox, a beakless bird, and a jawless bear, and yet a mostly intact rabbit scared the poor kid. It seemed as if Aaron sensed something the rest of them didn't. He brushed it off, and continued to browse the cameras, watching his friends poke around.

Matthew noticed both Tracy and Aaron seemed pretty tired, probably best if they wrapped up the journey soon, they'd seen just about everything.

And yet... well, maybe there was a secret room or something here, it couldn't have been everything there was. He leaned back, and looked at the old cupcake on the desk, staring into its dead, blank eyes, before a slight movement from the empty bathroom hallway caught his eye.

He set the cupcake down, and leaned in close to the camera, watching the damaged rabbit closely... must have just been his imagination, but even then, he still felt unsure.

They're decades old, he told himself, they can't move.

Matthew nervously went back to looking through the cameras, jumping at even the slightest movements, even if it was obviously just his friends. Paranoia was catching up to him, but everyone else seemed so invested in the old pizza place. He didn't want to ruin their fun time because he was paranoid. He chuckled to himself out of fear, and decided to avoid the cameras for a bit, to calm his nerves.

Gary picked up something shiny off the floor, just to have his hopes dashed when it was nothing more than an old, soaked party hat. It really looked like they had seen everything in this old building, but just as he was about to call the rest of the people to the door, he heard the sound of something heavy falling over, and then a gasp in surprise.

"You ok?" Gary called over, walking to the source of the noise.

"Yeah, just knocked an arcade machine over..." Grant answered. Sure enough, a sky blue cabinet labeled "MUSIC LEGEND'' was on the ground, its screen now shattered.

"Now I know what you're thinking, "Grant, why'd you knock an arcade machine over for no reason?', and to that I say, I have a reason."

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Grant tapped the wall with his knuckles, resulting in a hollow noise, like hitting an empty milk jug.

Gary tilted his head, he hadn't expected a room back there.

Before he could think of anything else, Tracy and Aaron walked in, having probably heard the noise as well, "What the hell are you doing??" Tracy asked, confused when she saw the busted arcade machine.

"Exploring, what do you think, Tracy?" Grant responded, before grabbing the edges of the wall, and pulling on it, until it eventually became unstuck from years of being forgotten, leading into a pitch black room.

Matthew rounded the corner, and caught his breath, "Give me a heads up before you knock things over, please?"

Aaron, meanwhile, stared at the room in utter awe, no kid his age had probably ever been in here before. He was too occupied with thinking about what he was going to tell his fellow nine-year-olds at school that coming Monday.

Tracy grabbed Aaron's hand, and motioned for Grant to enter the room. Grant entered the room, and after a few seconds, motioned for the rest to follow.

The group would enter the room slowly, with the first sound to come out of anybody was Aaron's squeal of excitement. It was so cool to his 9 year old mind, with all the arcade machines spread across the room and the spare tables. Looking around the room, Tracy would notice a small dark puddle on the floor, too dried to make out what it was. Matthew poked at another, flatter arcade machine, which was called "Midnight Motorist", and Gary was looking at a drawing with a poorly drawn blue rabbit rocking out on his guitar with the stick figures in the crowd cheering.

It was then that Tracy had a thought, "Why would this room be hidden in the first place...?"

Matthew shrugged. "Storage?" He at first seemed satisfied, but then frowned, seeming to have remembered something,"Wait... no, this room isn't on the cameras..."

Tracy shrugged, she didn't know a single thing regarding this place so she'd be no help at all, and Aaron wasn't any better.

Matthew looked hopefully at Gary, and then Grant, who only shook their heads.

Matthew sighed, and gave up asking questions, going to exit the room to search the other rooms he hadn't looked through already.

But it seemed like they'd explored everywhere already.

As Matthew put his hands on the wall to push it out, he heard something...

Footsteps. Loud, mechanical footsteps.

Matthew looked at the now silent group... Everyone was there, already, even Aaron, who was startled by the sound.

"Tracyyyyy, what is-?" he whined, looking in fear at the dark outside the room.

Tracy would quickly shush Aaron, just in case an intruder was in the building.

Matthew motioned for a flashlight, and was handed one by Gary, before they flicked it on, looking outside hesitantly.

He was met with a sight he never thought he'd see.

A walking, mechanical rabbit, staring right at the wall where he was.

Aaron almost let out a scream of fear, but was shushed by Tracy, who was looking outside as best she could.

The rabbit paused... leaned in a little closer, and then walked away, its echoing footsteps trailing into the main party room and its tattered overalls glistening in the darkness.

"What the fuck?!" Tracy whispered, she looked at Grant.

Grant looked at the floor, sweating, "I... dunno. They shouldn't be... be able to move-!" He stammered, looking outside, praying it didn't come back.

It was then, they heard the rabbit speak, it sounded tired, groggy, almost as if it had just woken up from a long slumber... which it did.

"I k-k-k-k-k-k-k-know you're i-i-i-ii-in there som-m-m-mewhereeee!" it stuttered, its voice receding farther down the party room.

Aaron stifled a sob. Tracy looked at him, then the rest, "We need to get out through the window."

"What window?!" Gary yelped, "The only windows are out front, and we'd have to SOMEHOW–"

"Shut up, you're being so loud!" Tracy hiss-whispered.

It seemed the rabbit had heard Gary's outburst as well.

"I AM NOT BEING 'TOO LOUD' TRACY, IT'S CALLED PANICKING."

Everybody was trying to shut Gary up, but Gary shut up on his own when he heard raspy, robotic breathing nearing the safe room door. The rabbit moved closer toward the door, but then just stared at it blankly, looking almost.... confused.

"I don't... think it can get in here..." Matthew whispered, looking at the door, seemingly close to tears.

Sure enough, the rabbit would eventually walk away, still looking for any signs of the group.

"I'll go find a way out, sit tight." Grant whispered, motioning for a flashlight. Matthew would quickly hand him it. This, however, trapped the rest of the group in utter darkness, finding comfort only in each other's presence.

Matthew paused, "Hey, I could try to make it to the office, we should be safe there. It has doors, after all."

Tracy held Aaron's hand, who this time, had no problem in returning the grip.