Hey kiiiiiiiiiiids. . .

One of the sleeping little boys shot up to his feet and held out his hands, pointer finger and thumb out to look like a gun. He shouted as if he'd never slept, 'COME OUT HERE AND FIGHT ME, YOU LITTLE FAZFUUUuuuuuh. . . What happened to the pizzeria?'

He wasn't wrong; The pizzeria had changed overnight. A few of the drawings children had made were hidden beneath fake posters depicting overly-cartoonish bunnies, bears and chickens. The lights were either off completely or flickering, as were a few of the arcade games. The general shapes and sizes of the rooms were different, the walls gradually became less vibrant, and machinery was littered about everywhere. Pipes of sorts stuck out, wires dangled from the ceiling, animatronic parts scattered around as if they had been blown to bits.

'Straaange. . .' another kid yawned with a hint of irritation. 'I don't detect any power anomalies. . .'

The boy making the gun gesture growled, 'Yeah, you should know, you just waited until the lights went out every night before you even moved.'

'Excuse you both, but can you please shut up?' said the only girl in the group. 'We're trying to nap.'

The put down his hands and said, 'I swear, I heard a voice. Derek, did you hear it?'

Derek, the boy who got up just before the girl replied, 'I didn't hear anything 'til you started shouting. Chelsea?'

'Neither did I. Jack, you're just tired,' the girl said. 'Go to sleep.'

The kid stubbornly pointed at the area in front of him. 'Am I the only one who sees what's wrong with this scene?!"

'Eh?' another kid grunted, getting up. His only eye was a rusty red and big like a flashlight. 'What's all this talk 'bout the pizzeriaaaah. . . Jack's not kidding. Where the drawing of me go?!'

'Go to sleep, Luke!' Jack instructed. 'That wasn't even you, either. You weren't a robot.'

Luke folded his hands and huffed, 'I'm not tired.'

Chelsea glared at him. She stated, 'You're one of the youngest ones here. If we say you're tired, you're tired. Go to sleep.'

'That also means you have to do things for me. Feed me!'

Chelsea shoved the boy's face down. He screeched, almost not human.

'Hey, where's Willy?' Derek gasped. 'William! Willy! William Bergenson! Bi-'

Chelsea said, 'Good riddance!'

That was when William showed up. He shouted, 'Everyone! Look at what I found!' As quick as he had appeared, he ran out.

The remaining five children quickly followed him, curious to see what the discovery could be.

'You found an animatronic?'

Jack signaled at a yellow rabbit of sorts lying on the ground. It had eyes, yes, but they weren't quite animatronic eyes, nor were they human being eyes. The creation was dotted with blemishes in the paint job, leaving strange, crisscrossing markings. A staple was above the right eye for some reason, and the exoskeleton was torn. The right ear also had a missing piece, leaving half of an ear. You could see the endoskeleton at some angles, too.

'This is all you found? This. . . Golden Bonnie?' Jack asked.

William nodded, 'I looked for the other animatronics, but I couldn't find any. I found bits and pieces, though. I found Freddy's suit and Foxy's head was on a wall. I even found some of the Toy animatronic parts!'

'I hated those guys,' Luke mumbled, startling some people. He rarely voiced his opinions.

'No other animatronics?'

Will shook his head.

Derek pushed his way towards the animatronic. He said in his scariest voice, 'I REMAIN!' Chelsea giggled.

'Cut that out!' Jack said. 'You're all acting like you're seven!'

'Some of us are. . .' Ron reminded him.

'No, you are not! You're. . . What's the date?' Jack asked. 'Because I am pretty sure we slept for way longer than a few hours.'

'It's. . . Geez, wasn't it, like, twenty-fourteen?' Chelsea replied. 'For all we know, it's the year twenty-seventy-twelve. I dunno, twenty-fifty?'

My, my, my. . . Looks like somebody missed some thirty-plus years of their afterliiife. . . You'd be dead by now, kids, and I mean naturally dead.

'There!' Jack screamed. 'There it is again! That voice!'

'What voice?' Derek questioned, looking about nervously.

It's me, of course! How're ya doing? How has your dirt nap been? Ehehehehe. . .

'I guess you aren't crazy after all,' Chelsea said. She waved at the air. 'Hello! Who are you? Is there something you need?'

'Jack, don't we need to be in a physical form to be seen or heard? So is this guy-' Ron suddenly whispered to him.

Hey, kids! a man in all purple said, suddenly materializing in midair. He had a bright yellow badge, and it was the first thing people noticed before they saw that he was all purple, including skin and hair. His eyes were black with white pupil dots. He had a neat purple hat on, too. IT'S ME!