Michael was back in the office, again. The phone rang, piercing the silence. Upon picking it up as he usually did, he noticed Phone Guy’s voice, even by the first word, was wavering slightly… almost as if he was afraid.

“Uh…. h-hello? Hello hello? I uh… might not… be able to send a message tomorrow… things are getting dicey here.-”

BANG, BANG.

That sounded like when Foxy was banging on the door. Michael was confused about what was happening on his end.

“Look… if you do ever hear this… check in those empty heads in the back room… I… I’ve wanted to know what's in there… look, just… make it out of this alive, for me alright? Learn from my mistakes and…”

Then a long drone was heard, then Michael could hear something slam open. Almost like the doors…. And that’s when it hit Michael.

“Oh… oh no.”

A music box. Michael could hear a music box within the phone. Eventually, he heard a familiar laugh, and the line went dead. Michael was just silent. He sat there, in silence for a few minutes, before picking up the camera, and flipping through the feeds. It didn’t take long for Michael to notice Freddy was already gone, with Bonnie and Chica still on stage. He found Freddy in the main party room, staring at the camera with his silver eyes, before changing cameras, looking at the parts and service room, thinking about what the phone guy said. He couldn’t find anything in the room….

However, he did notice signs of a struggle. Things looked out of place, almost thrown. The endoskeleton was snapped clean in half, the legs in one corner, the torso in another. Most of the heads were thrown on the floor, only the spare Freddy heads remained on the shelves. Some of the heads had dents in the tops, or were torn in half.

But then Michael noticed something, there was a bit of liquid on the endoskeleton’s leg. He looked a little closer at it, trying to figure out what it was.

Blood?

He recoiled slightly in disgust. Instantly, his mind went to Phone Guy. Freddy must’ve done some clean up over the day. He listened for a few seconds, hearing nothing. He changed cameras again, looking for Freddy some more. Still in the Dining Area, but now joined by Bonnie. Bonnie was several feet away from Freddy, looking horrified.

The bear’s eyes were locked on Bonnie’s, not even paying attention to the camera. Freddy laughed at Bonnie’s fear, before wandering to a different room. Bonnie then stared at the camera, noticing it was on…. and just stared, almost looking like he was… fearing for Michael’s safety. Michael quickly flipped to Pirate’s Cove, now unnerved. Foxy had a piece of paper, with two words scribbled on it poorly with crayon.

Good luck!

That didn’t help Michael’s feelings at all. Why were they trying to help him?

Michael suddenly heard a tap at the right hall window. Turning on the light, he saw the face of the chicken. Michael yelped and shut the door. Chica grimaced, and shook her head, before walking away.

Michael would once again check Pirate’s Cove…. Finding Foxy gone.

Already?

He heard the loud sprinting, and quickly slammed the Left Door shut. He then heard Foxy’s loud bangs on the door. Foxy muttered something, and walked off, going back to pirates cove.

Michael started to question the animatronics’ motives. He knew Freddy wanted nothing less than to kill him, yes, but what about the others? They were trying to both help and kill him at the same time. Michael sat quietly, listening for any sounds, checking on pirates cove from time to time.

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Freddy’s laughter echoed through the building. Michael checked the cameras that Freddy frequented… but saw nothing. He flew into a panic, stopping on the west hall corner camera, staring the brown bear dead in the eyes as it stared back at him.

Freddy was changing his strategy.

Michael watched Freddy for a while, before checking the pirate's cove again. Footsteps were heard near the left door. He didn’t even need to see who it was, he knew. He turned on the light, but saw nothing. He risked a glance outside of the doorway, and saw Freddy right outside, grinning. Michael wheeled his office chair back, and closed the door.

Freddy quickly made his exit. He was going as fast as he could. Michael opened the door as he left, and went to the right, and waited.

Nothing.

Michael peeked out the right door. Nothing.

Michael would immediately start flipping through the cameras. The more he flipped through the cameras, the more static everything seemed to be. It was like Freddy vanished into thin air, he was nowhere to be seen on the cameras.

Michael would then turn to his left, and see the shining bright silver eyes. Michael jumped back in shock and slammed the door button. Freddy laughed, and stood outside the door, waiting like a predator stalking his prey. He was draining the power purposefully, stalling Michael out. This had become a waiting contest with a time limit.

Michale took a deep breath, and leaned back, checking the cameras as Freddy stood outside the door. Freddy would make his presence known by tapping on the window.Michael raised one hand, and flipped Freddy off, keeping his eyes on the camera feeds.

It was then Michael noticed the time…. 4 AM. He was getting closer to freedom.… but that didn’t feel like the reason the time was so important… he changed to the Parts and Service room camera, and stared at it for a while, trying to discern what felt off.

Then, his mind started to numb…. The same noise when he had seen the golden bear. He scanned the room for a while..

He noticed Freddy through the window… but he was no longer staring at Michael. Instead, he looked at a corner of the room in disgust. When Michael turned toward the direction Freddy was staring at, he saw it…

A black rabbit. It was just staring Michael down. Michael didn’t know what to do, he just stared at it. He thought about it for a while… and then his mind paused on a name.

“J-jeremy?” Michael asked, terrified.

“You remembered.”

Freddy starred in disdain at the rabbit. It seemed he remembered as well. Jeremy glared at Freddy, his pure white eyes narrowing.

“So you came back from the grave… Seems you fucks never die.” The bear growled.

“Rage and agony are the perfect mix for bringing the dead back.”

The bear just stared at Jeremy in hatred. Michael looked… almost concerned. He couldn’t imagine a fate worse than death by springlock. Freddy narrowed his eyes, and smiled.

“Power’s running low, Michael.”

Michael turned to the window. “Well maybe if you left, it wouldn’t be low.”

The only response Freddy gave was a low chuckle. Jeremy just stared at Freddy, and then at Michael, sitting in dead silence.

“Doesn’t this seem familiar, Jeremy?.”

“Be quiet.”

Freddy smiled in response, a small chuckle escaping him. The room started to slowly drip black goo from the air vents, sliding down the walls slowly as Jeremy’s face contorted into a frown of anger.

Suddenly, it appeared as if Freddy had vanished, simply leaving Jeremy and Michael. Jeremy sighed, and melted into the floor, leaving nothing but Michael alone in the room.

Michael stared at the clock…. 6:15 AM. What the hell…? Michael pondered whether what he had just experienced was a dream… No, it couldn’t have been just a dream.

Michael stared at the floor, and eventually left the office. He didn’t want to come back, but he had no choice. Michael looked back at the office one last time for the night, and left, walking home.