The man woke up, rather groggily, to the sound of the beeping alarm. He would get up, stretch, and get ready to get to work.

His plan could be finally put into motion. He had waited many years to face Freddy Fazbear again. He remembered what that old man had told him. Now, with one final match, he could end this decades long worth of nightmares. He could end the pain everyone felt, he could end the tragedies, he could end Freddy and his friends for good.

He remembered what Freddy did to him, to the other night guards, to everyone else, motivation coursing through his body. One match, and it's all over.

He chuckled to himself, facing the mirror, and in turn, the black apparition that followed him everywhere. "Where to, boss?" It asked, its glowing white eyes staring at the man boredly.

The man, staring at himself in the mirror, stayed silent for a few seconds, until finally answering, "You know where, shadow. The last place still standing."

He had saved this place in particular for his own personal reasons. He knew he'd see Freddy again here. He wanted to see Freddy burn with it.

The shadow stared, while still uncertain, but it seemed it knew this would be their final battle. The fire to end it all...

Finally, the man gathered his keys, one for his car, and the other to the pizza place. He turned on his ancient car, kept the headlights down low, and started to drive....

Everyone else heard the laughter as well.

"It's p-p-p-party TIME!" The bellowing voice said after the chuckle. No one knew who it was.... No one but Tracy.

It was the one she heard in that dream.... The brown bear. The one she was most afraid of... well, except the black bear straight from the pits of hell.

Instantly, the footsteps were heard coming from the hall. It was then they heard the bear humming a tune. Aaron recognized it, one that his mother would play him and Tracy every night when they were very little to get them to fall asleep. Tracy recognized it too, but couldn't remember its name. Mathew seemed to realize what song it was. It only fueled more fear in their hearts. It was then the bear sang, his vocals buggy, "D-D-D-Daisy D-Daisy, giv-v-v-ve me y-you-ur answe-e-e-rrr do-o–oooo. I'm h-h-half crazy..., all f-f-f-for the l-l-love o-o-of you."

The bear's tone sounded far from charming. And then the footsteps stopped... Eventually, Matthew got the bravery to flick on the light, being greeted with the mangled brown, jawless bear.

But alas, the bear continued his song, "It won't be a-a-a-a-a styl-lish marriage. I c-c-can't afford the carrai-i-iage.."

Everyone backed up, as the bear finished his song, emphasizing the final five words, "B-b-but you'll look s-w-w-weet up-p-pon a s-s-seat -oo--o-ooo-of a su-suit made just for you"

The bear laughed again, and slammed his fist against the window causing everyone to jump back, but Aaron fell out of the chair, and tried to hide behind Tracy, his last bastion of safety.

The bear said nothing, continuing to hum Daisy Bell while he kept his jawless smile, which only frightened them more.

Everyone kept eye contact with the maddened, fallen star, his single, hungry sky blue eye slowly draining any hope they had left.

Meanwhile, the bear seemed to be enjoying the game, as it stopped humming and chuckled, "You're t-t-trapped between me, and t-t-t-the sha-a-a-adows of your mind."

Tracy had a feeling that some shadows were a little more literal. The brown bear once again slammed his paw into the window, his head tilting to an unnatural angle.

As he slammed his paw into the window a third time, that was when the window cracked, a small crack appearing in the already fragile glass. Aaron whimpered, and cowered more. Tracy threw her arm in front of her brother, backing up.

The brown bear started to bang on the glass repeatedly, more and more cracks emerging. Matthew looked at the office door adjacent to the bear, no one was there. Matthew grabbed Gary by the coat, and ran off. Tracy grabbed Aaron's hand and also sprinted away, the deep laugh of the bear trailing into the dark, "I e-e-njo-oy- the-e-e-e- cha-ase... Ke-eep this in-in-inte-er-er-eresting fo-for me-e-ee-e-e-e-e"

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Tracy ignored the bear's calls as she sprinted, tailing her friends with her brother in tow.

And then Tracy noticed something out of the corner of her eye as she ran. The same black bear, standing in the shadows, staring her down with its red eyes, until it changed.

A man in a black hoodie with gray pants and bloodstained sneakers with an eccentric, carved smile, his calloused hands and eyes that could see any movement down to the panicked movements of its quarry's chest. Tracy's heart plummeted.

She knew that figure....

Something moved outside her room again, and Tracy bolted upright. She looked around her bright pink room, her toys in the corner, her closet with the chair her parents put to help her up to turn off her lights before bed, and to lessen the nightmares she'd developed. The night light glistened in the dark room, making happy silhouettes of stars. The music box laid next to her desk, playing the old tune of Daisy Bell, as it always did.

Tracy told herself to go back to bed, her parents had told her to go to sleep early, it was a big day tomorrow... Her seventh birthday. There was nothing out there, she told herself, but she had the irresistible urge to grab the flashlight her parents allowed her to have in case she felt scared or go to the bathroom,

The floor outside creaked, and she pulled the blanket up over her face, whimpering.

But, she was a big girl now, she had to face her fears.

She climbed out of bed quietly, the carpet squishing under her feet, until she reached her door. Reaching for the doorknob, she heard the creak of the floorboards close by her room, down the hallway.

"....Mommy?" Tracy found herself asking, rather quietly.

No answer, just the tune of her old music box, and the chirping of distant crickets.

She grabbed the handle, and slowly opened her door, and flicked on the flashlight, and shone it down the dimly lit hallway, glinting off of the photo frames of her and her parents.

And then something moved out of the corner of her eye.

A man in a black pullover hoodie, dragging his skeletal thumb against the blade of her mother's favorite kitchen knife, smiling with his carved smile, his yellowed teeth slightly reflecting the beam of the flashlight.

Tracy felt her heart skip, and tears started to fill her eyes.

He was here to taunt her again. She quickly shut the door, and sure enough, the knocking started again.

"Why do you hide from me, Tracy?" The man knocked, the knocking calm.... at first.

Sure enough, the knocking grew harder and louder.

"Let me in, Tracy. I just want to be your friend." The voice repeated, more sternly than before.

It was then the knocking got louder, eventually becoming repeated banging, the figure getting more angry.

Until eventually, right next to her head, the blade of his knife slammed through the door, and Tracy screamed. Tears started to stream from her face, her flashlight her only line of defense. She fell to the floor in alarm, and ran back to her bed as the man laughed, and the feeling of cold and the stillness of the air faded, her music box growing louder as a safe haven.

Eventually, she settled back, too scared to move. The figure being gone and done with.

She didn't know how, but the exhaustion started to creep over her again.... This always happened.

Eventually, she fell asleep in the comfort of her bed.

As Tracy sprinted and saw the man, she refused to believe it. That bear and that... man couldn't be one in the same... could they? That man was just a childhood nightmare that eventually just went away after her seventh birthday, and she had forgotten about it entirely.

But, just like that, all the memories of her dreams were brought back.

"You can't cheat death, Tracy. Don't think I forgot that missed swing all those years ago."

Tracy's blood went cold. She remembered vividly the knife piercing through the door, right next to her head.

Tracy just sprinted past him, still in disbelief. The man in the hoodie let out a chuckle as it shifted back into the black bear, its fanged maw curved in the same twisted smile.

Everyone finally ended up in the Backstage, Tracy shutting the door behind her, taking quick, fast, panicked breaths.

Matthew looked at Tracy, a look of pity on his face, "You alright?"

Tracy just looked up at Matthew, unable to speak. She was too busy caught in her own thoughts. The thought that she had dodged death at such a young age never occurred to her. She had always assumed it was some childhood nightmare that she got over, but there it was once more, completely and utterly real.

Slowly, she just sat down by the door and put her head in her hands. Aaron just sat down next to Tracy, trying to comfort her. Matthew sat down on the table, and Gary stared blankly at the wall.

Tap, tap, tap

Everyone turned to the door and heard the tapping, whatever was outside had found them. Tracy stood up and kept her back to the backstage door, barricading herself so the rabbit couldn't enter.

"Let me i-i-i-i-innnnn~" The rabbit chortled, still knocking on the door.

Tracy tried her best to not recall the scenario she had to face as a child to this, but she was on the verge of a panic attack.

The knocking grew louder and harder, the rabbit desperately wanted to enter the room. Matthew saw Tracy, looking like she was about to burst into tears.

And then something strange happened.

In the entrance room, they heard the crunching of glass, and the wheezy breathing of something truly alive. The knocking stopped and then they heard the rabbit yelp, "Y-y-yo-ou!?"

Whatever it was laughed at the rabbit's surprise, "Yes, me."

It was then a loud crunch was heard, then a thud.

Before the group could even react, the door busted open, sending Tracy to the ground. Aaron yelped, and Matthew and Gary backed up.

Tracy stood up, and stared the man dead in the face.

The man paused, a look of confusion crossing his wrinkled face.