Michael went into the attraction, feeling dazed and tired. There was no way he was doing this for a measly 250 dollars a week. He sat in the chair, and sighed, maybe he really DIDN'T want to do this anymore. The phone rang, and Michael answered it.

"Uh... hey hey! S-so uh... things... aren't going so hot here. Th-that suit they brought in... it's not all that it seems... l-look... I'll probably check the suit tomorrow, to make sure it's... safe. Look, you make it through tonight, and everything will be fine.''

Michael listened in curiosity... he was right, that suit wasn't just a simple prop. As the call ended, he heard the distant wheeze of that rabbit, and heard its thudding footsteps draw near.

He quickly checked the cams, and located his adversary, who was staring down the hallway, seemingly not focused on anything. It shuddered, and turned back, walking to a different room, its breath whistling through the desolate halls. Michael saw something move out of the corner of his eye, and lowered the camera, seeing a certain, jawless green bear.

It walked past him, then suddenly dropped below the window. That was odd- Michael started to think, when suddenly, he was greeted with the face of the bear as it jumped at him. Much like the other phantom, it left a little outline as the room flashed red.

He fumbled for the R key to reboot the ventilation, and heard the footsteps of the rabbit speeding up... it seems that it was taking its chance now. When the light stopped, he heard a ragged laugh, and went for the cameras again. It was getting closer, almost too close. Searching for it, that's when he saw the rabbit in CAM 2, standing menacing in the shadows, the only light was in its single working eye.

He was about to send the rabbit away when he heard a low chuckle in the corner of his room.

He hesitantly lowered the camera, and looked towards the source. And that's when the same figure from last night jumped at him, jaws wide open.

Michael flinched, unsure of how he let himself fall for the same trick twice.

He figured it'd be best to just ignore the phantoms, since all they seemed to cause is problems. He paused, and looked into the window at the green rabbit, now staring him down, getting a good look at him. The rabbit smiled, and leaned in closer, making eye contact with Michael.. The smile then faltered slightly. It seemed gears were turning in the rabbit's head.

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"...you." It wheezed, narrowing its eye. Michael just stared, wheels turning in his own head.

"I thought you... why are you HERE.." it growled, slamming its fist against the window.

Michael was unsure of how to respond, so he just stared back in silence. He was still unsure of who this was. The rabbit's eye went wide, and it laughed.

"Don't tell me you don't... recognize me!"

Michael paused and then... no... it couldn't be... It wasn't possible.

"Yes... that's right, Michael. I can tell, you know who I am."

No... it couldn't be his father... he went missing nearly 30 years ago.

The rabbit that said it was Michael's father laughed, and broke into a twisted grin, before starting to move left, and to the office.

Michael didn't know what to do, it had never gotten this close...

He tried sounding the audio, but was instead met with a harsh, raspy chuckle.

"Haha.. you can't fool me anymore... I know that was you."

Michael started to panic, he was out of options. He couldn't run far, and he couldn't fight it... it was obviously smarter than anybody else... well, except Freddy. The rabbit entered the room, and slowly teetered to Michael, before picking him up by the collar of his shirt...

"Come on, my boy... let me see you with my own two eyes again."

Michael started to struggle, doing anything in his power to release himself, watching in abject horror as the rabbit slowly lifted the top of its mask away from its face, until a gruesome mess of bloodied and impaled flesh greeted him, the only eye a sign of a madman. Michael, in a rush of panic and adrenaline, aimed a kick at its chest, and heard his foot slam into the outer coating, followed with a snarl of pain, and Michael being dropped.

The rabbit coughed up blood, and then turned to Michael who was darting into the vent system, as far away as he could. The rabbit was quick to give chase.

Michael thought he had finally escaped, when a more feminine chuckle sounded from behind him, and he turned around, facing what he could barely discern as Mangle before it started to pick up the pace. In a panic, he slammed his head against the vent wall, and heard the raspy chuckle of his father before he blacked out, unsure of what would happen next.

**

Another dream, just as weird as before. At first, he was the balloon child again, jumping from platform to platform, until he claimed all the balloons again. He jumped through the wall again, and instead of falling, he was met with more platforms. He hopped further, until he was met with a gray child, sobbing silently to himself. Getting closer, the round child set down a massive cake, and the dream seemed to end, until...

He was now in the body of the 1987 Chica, giving cupcakes to children, until eventually the exit appeared as the last child had their fill. He felt the need to keep going forwards, until he passed through a portion in the wall, and landed on a set of platforms, until he eventually reached the end, where a single, lone soul stood, crying. When he got closer, he set the cake down, and the child opened his eyes, and wiped his tears, before fading.

As Michael watched oddly, he was suddenly yanked from the dream by a raspy voice...