Evan woke back up on the floor much like the previous day. He must've cried himself to sleep. But then... What were those things? Evan got up, exhausted.

The small and frail boy would exit the room, holding his Fredbear plushie. He suddenly got a dark feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was hiding somewhere. Immediately, the boy started to shiver, almost afraid to exit his room. But the Fredbear Plush encouraged him, "You need to face your fears, child. He won't stop until you find him, you know that."

As much as Evan hated to admit it. Fredbear was right, he knew he wouldn't. Thus, he marched onto the darkness of the rest of his house.

Going out into the living room, Evan would look around, only to be met with the chimes of the Grandfather Clock his dad had. Going to the right, he would find his... Bad memories surged from the small room. His head whipped to the Fredbear plush as it simply stared up with its plastic smile and fur-covered body. Maybe he'd imagined what he'd seen him look like earlier.

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The dust-covered room would have a large pink bed, with a small shelf across from it, its hinges barely holding on. A lamp stood on the shelf, with its bulb long since dimmed. On the ground was a doll of her favorite animatronic from the nearby Freddy Fazbear's, Toy Foxy.

Evan wouldn't stay there much longer.

Running past the Grandfather Clock once again, he would wind up in the living room. He would walk past the bluish couch and step on the moistened orange carpet. He would start to pass the TV and then-

It happened all too fast. He popped out and let out a loud scream. In an instant, Evan crumpled to the ground and started sobbing. His laughter through the Foxy mask echoed through Evan's ears, until Fredbear chimed in with the same words from before.

"Tomorrow is another day"