The boy could only see flashes of light, dispersed with multiple images; some were clear, while others were like faded photos. Every flash was heralded by a screech of grinding gears and high-pitched screams. The images he saw made up a disturbing story: A guard in an office chair, children laughing and playing, the guard screaming in terror. With one final flash, the boy made out a glimpse of a purple suit.
"MOOOOOOMMMM!" the boy screamed as he woke up. He found himself in a dark room, a single light flickering above him; he had to squint through the darkness. "Hello? A-Anybody?" he cried out. The light on the stage flickered again; no one bothered to change it these days. The boy was on center-stage, and had been for the past 6 years. He wasn't around anyone human, and surprisingly, he wasn't human himself.

Freddy blinked a couple of times, trying to organize his thoughts. Who was that guard he dreamt about? Those children, and….the man in purple? Then, he looked around the old, and still deteriorating party room. This place was going to be closed permanently in less than a month. This was pretty sad for the Fazbear gang; they missed bringing joy to the children, and somehow, the adults that brought them. They kind of missed the frequent night guards as well; believe it or not, it was fun to torment a guy when he had no place to run. Outside, Freddy could hear it raining.

Once he was done re-familiarizing himself with the room, he tried to re-familiarize himself with his body. He expected to see the plates that made his skin and the wires that were his veins, but he saw neither. He only saw….human hands. They were colored exactly like his fur, but...they were human. This required a second look; he decided to go back down the hall, where the night guard used to take his post and find that one mirror. There was a mirror that said, "Smile! You are the face of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza" near the door on the guard's right. The bathrooms, with more easily-accessible mirrors, were boarded up for some strange reason. Freddy looked into the mirror, and was shocked to see a human face staring back at him. He had black bags under striking blue eyes; both were nearly hidden by thick, brown bangs. He was dressed in an old suit that nearly matched his skin color, with his trademark bowtie and tophat. He raised a hand and brought it to his face to make the final realization.

He felt his warm and soft cheek; Freddy Fazbear was now a human man. Two more questions entered his mind: Why was he human? And were the others human?

The others, save Foxy, were still on stage. Instead of looking like unmoving animatronics, they looked like human figures, asleep standing up. Bonnie woke up not long after Freddy had, and noticed his purple paws replaced with pale hands. He too, thought it was a good idea to look in the mirror. He gasped when he saw Freddy was there, and also changed. "F-Freddy? Is that you…?"

"I...I think so, Bonnie…" Freddy rubbed his hand over his cheek again, just to be sure. Both of them went back to the stage to help the remaining human, Chica, wake up.

Freddy went back onto the stage and nudged the girl. "Mmmfff…" She blinked her eyes a few times in order to properly awake. "Pizza…" She grunted and yawned as she woke up. Then, she noticed her usual bib-and-no-clothing had become a bib and a dress. "Hey, what happened to my clothing? Wha-ohmygosh…" She sees Freddy and blinks. "Freddy, you're human!" That's when she finally saw her hands reached out for the former bear. "I-I'm human!?"
"Calm down, Chica, relax. We're as confused as you are." Freddy looked to Pirate Cove. "So, what about Foxy?"

"You know he doesn't wake up until later in the night," Bonnie replied, shrugging.

"We should still check up on him…" Freddy went first, and the other two followed. They found his area near the back of the party room; Freddy approached the circular curtains and whispered, "Foxy?" He drew them back, and all three jumped a little at the sight of a human Foxy. He had scruffy red hair and a red shirt, both matching his old fur perfectly. The rest of his iconic pirate garb was worn and torn to give the appearance of age; despite this, the boy looked youthful. He was still asleep standing up, like the rest of them once were.

Chica stated, "Maybe we should let him rest."

"Yeah, maybe…" Freddy closed the curtains again. Afterwards, he stared at his hands; he moved his fingers in an alienated fashion every once and a while. He muttered, "This is so weird…"

"I know…" Bonnie flexed his fingers as well. "And we're so short now…" The animatronics were once about seven foot in size. Why the doors in the back were also seven foot (probably even bigger) was a mystery to them.

"Hey, did you wake up seeing or saying anything...weird?" Freddy was thinking back to when he first woke up; he saw things, recalling a purple guy, a former guard, and many flashing lights. The strangest part, however, is when he woke up screaming "Mom!"

Bonnie simply shrugged. "I woke up just fine, but I did see...the maintenance room." He shudders, recalling the year 1987 as not a good year for him.

"You guys heard me. I said 'Pizza,' didn't I?" Chica always thought of pizza, though.

"You did." Freddy nods, "But I saw...everything, everything that happened here, a-and before I woke up, I saw a guy. He wore a purple guard suit." Bonnie and Chica both blinked, like the purple man held some significance. They also stayed silent; they couldn't recall what the significance was.

"I...I think I remember that…?" Chica whispered.

"You do? Why is he so important?" Freddy looked down and smiles. As he waited for a response, the other two noticed something chilling: the circular curtains parted, and a plastic hook reached out to the oblivious former bear.

"Freddy!" Bonnie shouted as he pushed his friend out of the way to save him. Luckily, Foxy's hook only snagged the collar of Bonnie's suit. "F-Foxy, it's us!" The former fox pushed the curtains to the side and gasped as he saw the others.

"Lad? What...what happened to us?"

"I don't know…" Bonnie unhooked his collar from the hook. The hook didn't seem to be replacing his hand, but rather something a child would hold on his hand to play pretend. "We just woke up like this…"

"But how did this happen?" Foxy asked. "W-Was it the purple scoundrel?"

"You saw him too?" Freddy asked back.

"Aye, he's the last thing I saw before I woke up."

"It couldn't have been...him." Bonnie shook his head. He was always afraid to speak of the man, but didn't know exactly why. "How could he cause this…?"

"I don't know," Foxy replied. "He must've done something while we were asleep."

"And how are we supposed to find out where he went?" Freddy asked.
"I don't know. We can't go out, it's raining outside. Plus, what if we change back?" Bonnie sounds concerned. If they were to change back as animatrons, their bodies could be damaged. If they stayed outside like that, they might freak out innocent people.

"Good point, but there has to be a way...huh…" Foxy trails off, looking at one corner of the room. The gang all follow his gaze, and find a lone camera. They all stare at it, but the light, indicating a guard is looking through it, is off. After staring at it tensely for a half a minute, Bonnie shakes his head.

"Come on, guys. It's not even on."
"But what if it still has footage?" Freddy wonders. "Whoever made us human might have been on the night watch."

"Freddy, we don't have a night watch anymore." Bonnie stated in a particularly loud tone. "This place is going to get shut down!"

"I KNOW, BONNIE!" Freddy screamed, but he did more than that. His eyes turned black for a flashing second, and he let out a robotic screech. Bonnie jumped back in shock from it. The screech was interrupted by a cough; Freddy's head slumped down. "S-Sorry! I-I don't know how that happened…"
Bonnie cringed. "Are you alright? You...you don't usually lose it like that, big guy…"

"Not even on the night guards…" Chica added softly, also frightened by Freddy's freak-out.

"I...I'm fine. I'm just...really scared right now." Freddy let out a sigh. He looked out the boarded-up windows, rain pouring and lightning flashing through the cracks.

"This weather is very odd, lads." Foxy put his hook to his chin. "It's never rained so bad in these parts before…"
"It's hard to tell how hard it's raining when we can't even see outside," Bonnie scoffed.
"But there was thunder!" Chica smiles. "I haven't heard that in years!" She went to the window to get a peek of the rain outside; she seemed very fascinated by the rain. The rain was pouring down heavily onto the dilapidated street outside.

Freddy joined Chica by the window. As he viewed at the other buildings across the street, he thought aloud, "The lights are on across the street. Something doesn't feel right…"
"What do you mean?" Chica asks. Bonnie and Foxy joined the other two by the window, and peered out the cracks with them.

"Bonnie said we were getting shut down," the former bear explained. "But this place still would have needed security cameras operational. So, why aren't the cameras working if the lights are still active?" He points up to one of the flickering lights.

"Because the lights work without security, big guy," Bonnie stated; Freddy can hear the sarcasm in his tone, but he doesn't care.

"I know, but...I need to check something. Can one of you come with me to find the fuse box?" Freddy looks at the other three.

"I-I'll go with you…" Bonnie raised his hand. Bonnie seemed to go everywhere with Freddy, and tonight was no exception. "I don't know where the maintenance room is though, or if it's locked…"

"Okay. Foxy, you and Chica head for the surveillance room and try to get through those doors. We'll meet you there soon."

"Alright!" Chica smiled and took Foxy's hook by the hand. "C'mon, Foxy, let's go!" Freddy and Bonnie wandered down one of the back corridors, and eventually came across an old door. The plastic sign nailed into it read "Maintenance." Freddy jiggled the handle, only to find the door wouldn't budge.

"Bonnie, can you give me a hand?" He requested.

"Sure!" Bonnie tried the handle again, but like the first time, it wouldn't budge. Then, the former bunny tried something completely different. Usually, when a door wasn't metal like the ones in the guard's room, an animatronic could charge into it and easily knock it down. Unusually, when Bonnie ran into the door, it didn't move. Instead, his arm hurt from using it to ram. He winced and rubbed his arm, tears forming in his eyes. "Ah…"

"Bonnie, are you okay?" Freddy rushed to his friend's aid.

"It...it hurt…" Bonnie squeaked. He hadn't felt this much pain in so long…

"Here, let me try…" Freddy raised one leg and kicked the door near the center. The wood of the door snapped loudly, and the hinges creaked. Bonnie's eyes widened as he marveled the broken door; Freddy seemed to have retained his strength since the transformation.

"H-how did you do that…." He awed, opening the door with his good arm.

"I...I don't know. Must be adapting to my new body." Freddy followed Bonnie into the maintenance room. The small closet-like room was filled with tools, cleaning equipment, and other supplies. A dusty red fusebox clings to the left wall; Freddy gives it a smile. "Jackpot…" He then pulled it open.

"Freddy, why do we need the lights…?" True, it was hard to see without your eyeballs flashing light, but the lights in all the main rooms were still functioning.

"I don't need lights, I just need….aha!" Freddy reached for one of the fuses; it was fried and smoking as he held it up between Bonnie and himself. "This fuse was blown not too long ago. I'd say...about the same time we woke up."
"And what? You're gonna fix it? Freddy, the only wires we know anything about are the ones that make up our bodies." Well, the ones that used to make up their bodies.

"I know that, Bonnie. We'll need to find a manual or something…" Freddy and Bonnie searched around the confined space. Meanwhile, Foxy led Chica down the opposite hallway to the open surveillance room doors; despite Freddy's concerns, the doors were wide open, since there was no need to have them down.
"This way lass…" Foxy said as he approached one of the doors.

"Have you ever been inside?" Chica marvelled at the small room; this is where the man who used to keep them under control once sat.

"I-I think so, but I be havin' trouble remembering…" Foxy scratched his head with his hook. He got up to the monitor and turned it on; it only showed static and the words "NO CAMERA FEED" in red. The monitor should never flash this, but Chica had a thought.

"Maybe they shut down all the cameras when they closed?"

"Maybe that, or…hold on…." the former fox told his friend. He sat in the chair and played with the monitor; he managed to find a keyboard for it and started typing on it slowly. Since he was only using his one "good hand," it took him longer to type. Even with this handicap, he soon brought up a bunch of video feed, archived by the hour. "In my dream, I saw the man doin' the same thing. He was looking through files…"

"What kind of files?" Chica stared at the screen, curious; she didn't even know this thing had a keyboard!

"Well, let's see…" Foxy brought up a file from the earliest date, today. Every morning, someone would come in and wipe the cameras, just so the corporation wouldn't have anymore incriminating evidence. He clicked on the first video from the morning; it showed multiple feeds from each camera around the place. The cameras went by hour by hour; Foxy fast-forwarded to the night, because all it was during the day was the Fazbear gang on the stage and various people taking various things out. Then, around 11PM, something peculiar happened. All the cameras went out; no matter which one Foxy clicked on, it only showed static; there was also the faint sound of screeching. When the hour was over, and it was now midnight, the cameras came back up. All the animatronics were replaced with humans, fast asleep. The former fox whispered, "I'll be damned- Freddy was right. We should go find him, and Bonnie."

"But, what does this prove?" Chica just looked confused from the file footage.

"Whatever made us human happened tonight." Foxy smirked. "And we know exactly what time it happened."

Meanwhile, Freddy read from an old instruction manual, "Now, twist the screw lock at the top of the fuse, and it should work fine." Bonnie was in charge of replacing the blown fuse; he twisted the screw lock at the top of the fuse, successfully replacing it.

"Okay, that's done…" Bonnie smiled, "but why did we have to do this…?" Freddy turned a switch on the box, and more lights came on outside of the room.

"For that. It's a lot harder to see in the dark now…"

"...But you just said we didn't need the lights!" Bonnie quickly pointed out.

Freddy thought for a moment over what he said previously, and then asked, "I...I did?" He sounded quite concerned that he could have forgotten.

"You said the fuse blew sometime near when we woke up...I think." Bonnie was struggling to remember also.

"Yeah, but there was another thing, something I…" Freddy trailed off when he noticed the fuse box's labels. Beside the one that read "LIGHTS" there was another that read "AUXILIARY CAMERA FEED." Bonnie was quick to notice it too.

"Wait, why….why would we need the cameras back up…?"

"I...I don't know. I guess I've gotten used to having the cameras on…" The former bear let out a nostalgic sigh and flipped on the camera feed. "We should probably check on Foxy and Chica now."

Bonnie was too shocked by Freddy's actions to immediately respond, though. Instead, he backed away and screamed, "Are you out of your mind?! WE CAN'T LET ANYONE KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO US!"

"YOU DON'T HAVE A SAY IN THIS, BONNIE!" Freddy screeched again, his eyes turning black.

"SHUT UP!" Bonnie screeched back, eyes turning black in tandem. Freddy didn't even respond coherently and kept on screeching as he lunged on Bonnie. Once the former bunny was knocked down, he drew back a fist and punched his former friend. Bonnie fought back by trying to choke Freddy. From down the hall, Foxy and Chica could hear their scuffle. Foxy looked down the better-lit hallway and gasped when he saw the two fighting it out.

"Lads, what are ya doing?!" The former fox ran to them. Freddy was still struggling in Bonnie's choke-hold, gasping for air. He raised his legs into the former bunny's chest and with an impressive push, launched Bonnie into a wall. Once he got nailed into the wall, Bonnie's eyes reverted to normal. He tried to catch his breath and stand up properly, but both proved difficult after the fight. Chica ran down the hall and helped Foxy to restrain Freddy. It took a few seconds for him to calm down, but soon enough, Freddy's eyes returned to normal.

"What…? Bonnie, are you okay?" He looked to his friend with concern.

"I th-think you may have broken something…." Bonnie was still struggling to stand upright. "O-Or everything…" Chica and Foxy were still holding Freddy back from Bonnie, unsure to release.

"What happened?" Chica asked.

"I-I think we turned bad again," Freddy rubbed his head, struggling to remember. "Both of us this time. What about you two?"

"We were checking the cameras," Chica stated, letting go of Freddy. "We saw something weird happen before midnight, and not long after that, the camera feed went out. Then, it came back on. Did you two do that?" She suspected whatever Bonnie and Freddy did, it also affected the lights.

"We were able to fix a fuse and restore the camera feed. But then, I think we may have gone a little….out of it. I forgot what I was doing, and that's when Bonnie and I lashed out at each other." Freddy helped the injured Bonnie stand up straight.

"Yeah, I got nervous about the cameras being back on," Bonnie explained. "The people coming in could see us like….th-this…" He couldn't help but give a nervous look to the hallway camera. People in the daytime would not just come in to take out party supplies, but also wipe the cameras of any unscrupulous material. He wasn't sure what those people would do with material featuring...this.

"Maybe if we head back to the surveillance room, we can see if we can delete the footage," Foxy suggested. Bonnie couldn't stand properly, and finally just propped himself against a wall. However, the wall felt odd, like it was hollow. It almost felt like a door...but he decided not to check it now. This place already had enough dark secrets, and he wasn't going to just open up another.

Bonnie finally replied to Foxy's suggestion. "Yeah, that's a good idea, but won't the people think something's strange going on, since there's missing footage?" Well, it wouldn't be the strangest thing to happen in the Fazbear Corporation's history.

"They'll probably think it was lost when the feed cut out." Freddy shrugged.

"C'mon, we'll show you what we've found, mateys." Foxy gestured for them to come down the hallway. He led the three others to the guard room and then he started up the camera feed. They all watched the camera footage of the day, Foxy skipping though most of it to get to the end. Then they all saw the soft screeching and static until it showed them changed at midnight.

Bonnie looked to Foxy, amazed, and asked, "What was that?"

"I have no clue, lad, but whatever did this happened between 11PM and midnight." Foxy pointed to the time in the top of the screen with his hook.

"What could shut down surveillance for an hour just to make us human?" Freddy asked. All of them thought for a moment, unsure as to what could've done it. After a few minutes of deep thinking, Chica realized there was one thing left in the building that could've caused it. Because no human (save the night guards) had ever encountered it.

"...Maybe it's Golden Freddy?" She wondered.

"Golden Freddy? How could he have done this?" Freddy asked again.

"I-I have no idea. I've only ever saw him...in here." Chica gestured to the rest of the guard's room.

"Well, he's our safest bet, I guess. I use the word 'safest' lightly." Freddy grumbled.

"But what if he became a human too?" Foxy sounded worried.

"I'm not sure..." Chica paused. "But how are we going to find him? He only comes out if there's a guard."

Bonnie immediately thought of the secret room he found. "I think-I think I might know where he is."

"You do?" Foxy asked; all eyes were on the former bunny now.

"Yeah...when I was back against the wall there, I felt something...hollow. Maybe that's where Golden Freddy stays." Bonnie wasn't even sure the people even knew about that door.

"We should go check it out." Freddy thought this would be a good lead.

"Alright…." Bonnie lead the group down the right hallway, knocking against the wall. When he heard a hollow-sounding knock, he pushed against that part of the wall. The hidden door creaked, but it didn't open. However, the wallpaper tore enough to reveal what looked like where a doorknob once was and a sign. They took the missing doorknob as a sign they didn't want anyone to come in. When Bonnie saw the sign, an engraving in the door, he tore at the wallpaper to show what it said. Foxy was quick to help, using his hook to tear, until all four of them could read the engraving on the wooden door.

It read "EMERGENCY STORAGE." Bonnie peered through the little bit of the door open to get a view of the room, but the thin ray of light from the hallway showed nothing.

"Why would they block off a whole storage room?" Freddy questioned. Bonnie pushed the door in further, hoping the hinges went in that direction. Luckily, the door opened further, and the group entered. The light from the hallway allowed them to see the room clearly. Metal grate shelves held boxes of mechanical parts and party supplies. In one corner, spare animatronic parts, including torsos, arms, legs and heads, laid in a pile. Freddy muttered, "Well, I didn't think it was possible, but this place just got even creepier."

Bonnie was the last to come in, lagging behind from trying to open the door as much as possible. He spotted the random animatronic parts in one corner; he would have hated to know who the animatrons were those parts belonged to, though he might have known them briefly. He asked, "Is there a light switch around…?"

"Here…" Foxy pulled on a simplistic bare-bulb switch hanging in the center of the small room. Obviously, it didn't seem to be connected with any of the fuses.

"So, let's look for this shiny copy of me," Freddy stated. They searched around the room for several minutes, mostly rummaging through the pile of scraps. But then, Chica looked back to the door, and saw him, Golden Freddy, standing there. He- it looked like a corpse trying to stand. It was human-looking, alright, but not fully human in stance, nor appearance, and definitely not in the eyes. He also reeked of death and decay, a scent that was all-too familiar to the Fazbear Four.

"G...guys?" The former chicken shakily pointed towards the door. The others turned, and all froze at the sight of the decaying humanoid.

Freddy was the first to approach his decaying duplicate, and stuttered, "F-Freddy? Golden...Freddy?"

"Where...is he?" Golden Freddy word's came out broken and scratchy, matching his corpse-like appearance.

"Wh-who?" Bonnie asked from the floor, too afraid to stand up. None of the others could stand, either; only Freddy was brave enough to get up.

"Purple...man. Man….i-in purple," Golden Freddy growled out the name.

"We...we don't know," Freddy replied timidly. "He's not here...I-I don't think he's been here for a while…" Golden Freddy tilted his head and looked over the group with a scowl. Bonnie backed up fearfully, afraid this golden copy would misidentify him as the Purple Man.

"P-Please, it's not me…" Bonnie added. Golden Freddy only glared, his deteriorated mind causing him to think irrationally.

"Lies!" He screamed, shoving Freddy aside to attack Bonnie.

Foxy was quick to stand between them, and raised his hook threateningly. He growled, "Back off, Goldie." As a last line of defense, Chica got down in front of Bonnie; the poor man was crying and whimpering behind her. Golden Freddy swiped at Foxy, but the former fox dodged it. Foxy returned a powerful kick, and knocked Golden Freddy across the room into a tarp-covered box. The large box let out a metallic clank as Golden Freddy hit it. Chica put a comforting hand on Bonnie's shoulder while he sobbed. Golden Freddy got back on his feet, propping himself against the covered box. As he stumbled forward again, his hand, coiled around the tarp, pulled it off. Beneath the plastic covering was...another animatronic. It looked like an older version of Bonnie, rusted and broken with a note "OUT OF ORDER" taped to its chest.

"Wh-what?" Bonnie saw the ears and head peaking out, and knelt up to get a better look. He gasped when he saw the disfigured Bonnie and shouted, "That's not me!"

Golden Freddy looked at the rusted animatronic, and then to Bonnie. He finally saw the resemblance and asked, "N-Not...purple man?"

"No! Of course not…" The former bunny stared at the...other former bunny. Its skin was decaying; it was hard to tell it was once even a bunny.

"That's not you, either…" Chica gave Bonnie a hug to comfort him.

"What the hell is that?" Foxy asked, examining the rusting animatronic.

"Was this part of our group?" Freddy also asked, getting up from his fall.

Chica examined the animatronic as well, and then looked at Golden Freddy. "Do you know who it is?"

"N...No," Golden Freddy replied; it appears he had calmed down. In the box with the animatronic to its side was a small file. Bonnie got up, out of Chica's arms, and grabbed the folder. He started flipping through the pages, hoping to find something on the mysterious yet familiar animatronic. The pages are filled with schematics for it, notes including "EXTREMELY DANGEROUS" and "DO NOT USE!" added on. According to the schematics, the bunny had been originally designed to work as both an animatronic and a costume for people to wear. However, the mechanisms in the bunny were very temperamental; the smallest breath inside the suit caused the gears to shift and jam. This could injure and most likely kill the person inside.

"My God…" Freddy gasped as he looked at the schematics over Bonnie's shoulder.

"I-I think I've heard about these suits…" Bonnie tried to recall. He remembered that one night guard, the one always recording stuff on the phone, making tapes on how to properly get into the suits. Then, he taped over those recordings saying the suits should not be worn. "Weren't there...two of these things…?" Bonnie gave a spooked gaze at Golden Freddy, realizing that golden phantom was the second suit.

"I...I'm like that…" Golden Freddy looked over his body.

"Yes, yes you are…" Bonnie put a hand around Golden Freddy's shoulder.

"Wh-where….r-real purple man?"

"We don't know, lad," Foxy sighed, looking at the animatronic/suit again.

"Maybe we should get out of here," Chica stated, picking up the tarp. "There's nothing worth staying here for." She replaced it over the box.

Bonnie added, "Yeah, we found what we needed." He smiled at Golden Freddy as he put the file away.

"We should go back to the surveillance room. It's the safest place," Freddy said.

"Sure, but before we leave…" Bonnie turned back to Golden Freddy. "Hey, Golden Freddy, are you behind what's going on tonight…?"

"N...No. I d-don't think so…" Golden Freddy replied shakily.

"Well, thank you." All four of them left the abandoned room, leaving Golden Freddy behind. Golden Freddy sat alone in the storage room, right next to the old animatronic. Once all of them were gone, he lifted the tarp and smiled at the soulless eyes of the rusted bunny.

"Springtrap…"