His name. His name was Vincent Afton. Was. Now he was spring trap. He sighed as he leaned against the building's wall. He had hoped to end it by burning Fazbear's Fright down, but it didn't end. He was still here. So he came back. Back to where it all started. The now vacant Fredbear's Family Diner. The building had been vacant for years now. It was here he got his ambition to kill, and kill he did. Perhaps that was what killed him. The ghosts had attacked him, and he hoped to escape by hopping into a springlock suit. He never left it. The suit had caught, and he died. Yet he was still here. Trapped. He angrily punched the wall, the circuitry inside the suit groaning in resistance. He wished he could do it again. Suddenly, a bright light shone through the pizzeria, and he was engulfed inside it. Panicking, he tried to run, but the light swept him into it. The light was so blinding, and suddenly, darkness.
"Vincent? You alright there? You kinda zoned out on me." Vincent opened his eyes. He was staring into a locker. Some clothes were strewn around and a schedule was taped to the door. He turned, finding the source of the voice. His breath hitched: the speaker was Mike Schmidt. But he was dead! Vincent had made sure he passed on his 6th night! Mike gave him a weird look. "Okay... I'll leave you to it. Just don't take too long, you have to go relieve Scott." With that, Mike slowly backed away. Turning again to face the locker, he noticed a mirror hanging from the door, grabbing it, he stared at his reflection. He was free of the suit. But where was he? As he riffled through the locker, he found a map labeled "Fazcorp Industries: Emergency Evacuation Locations." On it, the main security desk was circled. He decided to head there. As he walked with the map in his hand, he looked at himself. An ID badge was clipped to his shirt pocket, with a few pens. A hat was on his head labeled Fazcorps Security. His uniform was similar to the one he wore at the pizzeria. OK, so he was evidently a security guard. But where was he? He turned the corner and reached the security desk, a circular desk with two people currently seated there. "Well, took you long enough." The first man said. Vincent recognized him as "Phone guy," Scott. Near him was none other than Jeremy Fitzgerald. Both men were dead: Scott killed on his last week and Jeremy dead after Mangle bit his face off. Yet here they both were. Scott had gotten up and left while Vincent was thinking, and he guessed he was meant to relieve him. Sliding in a chair next to Jeremy, he noticed a computer. Perfect. He decided to let Jeremy handle anyone who came to the desk, and booted up the search engine. Taking a deep breath, he searched Fazbear Entertainment. No results. He raised an eyebrow. There weren't even any news articles about the disasters that occurred there. Strange. He searched up Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. The only thing that came up was some indie game by a guy named Cawthon. For the next 15 minutes, he searched up everything he could about his previous job. Bite of 87. Missing Children. Dead guards. Every search brought up nothing. He leaned back in his chair, soaking up the information. Somehow, Fazbear Entertainment never existed. Guards were never murdered. Children weren't killed. Taking a breath, he went back to the computer, gathering information on Fazcorp Industries and his life. 2 hours passed, and he had surfed through enough information to figure out enough. He was a security guard at Fazcorp Industries, a leader in technical innovation. Somehow, he had moved to another dimension. An alternate universe, where the bite never happened. Where he never killed 5 children. This was his chance, his chance to start over. He took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair. "Hey, you alright there? You've been quiet." Jeremy asked. Vincent smiled. "I've never been better."
