The six spirits sat motionless in the junkyard, looking around uncertainly for any signs of their old bodies. The snow was falling at a terrifying rate, pelting the children with coldness from above. They were lost for the first time since their deaths, and none of them knew where they were or what they were going to do now that Fazbear Entertainment had gone down for good. They should have seen it coming, but they didn't.

Fawn was the first one to break the silence. "So I guess this is where it ends," she whispered, twirling a lock of golden hair around her finger. It was obvious from her expression that she was fighting back tears.

"I guess," Corey responded with a sad smile. His one eye, the one that hadn't been gouged out, started to water. "It's no wonder, what with the killings and all of that, but it's still just… I mean… ugh, I'm gonna miss the pizzeria." He sighed.

Behind Fawn and Corey, Jeanne had started digging through the snow, not really paying attention to how cold it was. "Guys, they've got to be down here somewhere! Right? I mean, they can't just be gone!" She was trying desperately to keep a good attitude. "You start looking for the other kids, and I'll- I'll dig until I find everyone."

"That's no use, moron," Kiyomi groaned, rolling her eyes and straightening out her yellow overalls. "They're gone. They're all gone. Also, your wounds are leaking again."

"They are?" Jeanne looked down at her shirt. The red spot on it was growing. "Oops."

"Kiki, Jean's right. We can't just give up hope." Andy stood up. "Think of it as going back to society. We were all normal kids once, right?"

Nobody answered.

"Right?"

There was silence for a few seconds, then Fawn burst out sobbing. Andy's confident expression faded. "Fawn, it's okay… um… I- I'm… it'll get better…"

"Oh, shut up." Suddenly, Fawn froze like a statue. Two barely visible white threads had appeared on her wrists, and her eyes looked vacant and lifeless. Jonathan stood and walked towards her, slowly, a look of calm insanity in his eyes. "Don't make me hurt you."

Nobody else moved, except Andy, who shook his head in disapproval. "Jonathan. I should have known they wouldn't be able to destroy you completely."

The black-haired ghost smiled cruelly. "You really are dim, aren't you, Freddy?"

"At least I'm not a psychopath like you, Marionette."

"Oh, no. Me? A psychopath? I'm so hurt. Boo hoo hoo." The strings untied as Jonathan turned to face Andy, and Fawn started to cry again, quietly this time. "Too bad you left your music box in your old body. All five of you still belong to-"

"Guys, guys!" Corey stepped between the two boys. "It's just the six of us. We should all work together. Try not to fight. Please?"

Kiyomi and Jeanne nodded in silent agreement. Corey took a deep breath. "Andy, we need to forget our past if we're ever gonna recover from this. Jonathan, I don't know what's going on in your head, but what in the heck can you possibly do to anyone with five weak, semi-transparent, undead children? Really." Jeanne giggled at this, then stopped when she realized that nobody else was laughing.

Another string sprouted from one of Jonathan's fingers, wrapping itself around Corey's neck. Corey's eye turned to black, and he leapt at Andy, tackling him to the ground as if he intended to kill. As the two struggled, tearing blindly at each other, Jonathan leaned back against a discarded car door and glared at the three girls. "Lesson number one, kids: don't ever test me."

"Stop it!" Fawn screamed. She teleported to Jonathan and cut the string with a blade that appeared to be made out of raw darkness. Corey fell over. "What's wrong with you?"

"Aaaaand there's the power. I knew you had one. We all have one. Come on, you didn't think I'd create you to be useless, did you?"

"Wha…?" Fawn stared at her hand. It had turned all black, and she was holding a shadowy knife.

"No need to thank me. To be honest, I never thought you'd need to use your... gifts, but I guess you might now. Freddy, you can put someone to sleep with your singing. Bonnie, you can run at the speed of a cheetah. Chica, you can disguise yourself as anyone. Foxy, you have claws, and you're lucky I didn't make you use them. I believe Goldie here has just discovered her power, and of course, you all know mine."

Andy frowned, shaking the snow off of his back. "So how are we going to use these powers, exactly? I don't know about anyone else, but I'll pass on the murdering, thank you very much-"

"Hey, guys, I've got an idea," Jeanne interrupted. "Weren't there a few survivors? You know, of the night-shift?"

"Yeah…" Kiyomi said. "I think so. Why?"

"We're not going to kill them, even if there were," Andy snapped.

"No, no, I meant we could just go live with them. They'd know who we were. Probably."

"Somehow, I doubt that'd be very successful, even if we found them. What would we say?" Corey got up. "'Yeah, hi, we're the kid spirits who used to be in the animatronics who were trying to kill you a while ago. Can we live in your house?' Come on."

"If they refuse, I can use force," Jonathan offered with a smirk.

"No," everyone said simultaneously.

Kiyomi narrowed her eyes. "Wait, so… Jonathan, I can shapeshift, right?"

He nodded.

"So couldn't I pretend to be, like, a normal little kid and talk 'em into letting you guys in?"

"I suppose, but I don't know if it would work. The others don't have that ability."

"You gave it to me. Can't you give it to them?" She folded her arms.

"With Marion's help, I could, but not like this. We'll have to find someone who would understand."

"How about Mike?" Fawn said shyly. "He knows a lot about us. His mom used to work at Fredbear's."

Jonathan turned to her, slightly confused. "How do you know?"

"Goldie told me on my first night."

"In that case, that could work. I'll see what I can find on his location."

Andy looked at him as if he were crazy. "His location? You don't even know our location! There's nothing but snow as far as the eye can see! It's freezing out here!"

More strings appeared and weaved themselves into a sweater, which Jonathan took out of the air and threw at him. "Here."

"Yeah, thanks, asshat. As soon as I put this on I'll lose control of myself again, right?"

"Nah. I'm not feeling that deceptive today. If I wanted to use you right now, I'd just do it."

Andy was suspicious, but he was also cold, and besides, Jonathan had a point. He put on the sweater. "So how are we getting out of here?"

"Pick a direction, any direction."

"Great. I feel assured already." He sighed, then started walking forward. "Come on, guys. Let's go."