"Oh, yeah, and I also got a new hat from the management guys! See, see, it spins now!"
A boy in a propeller cap sits on top of a counter chatting up a storm with a teen.
"So Marionette, what do ya think's behind that door in the Main Hallway?"
"BB, be quiet." he grumbled. "Some people are trying to sleep, you know."
"Someday, I'm gonna break in there and figure out what's hiding back there!" BB said, ignoring him. "Yawn…But I am getting kind of tired. Maybe later. Well, goodnight, Marionette!"
" 'Night."
Instead of heading towards the Game Area, BB snuck past the Toys gossiping on the stage, ducking under tables to avoid being seen. Forget 'one day', I'm picking that lock tonight!, he thought. BB took off the propeller on his cap and knelt down to ease the flap into the lock. With a satisfying 'click', the door cracked open. "Yesss." he whispered, a triumphant grin on his face.
"Now, what's hiding in here that's so secret?" BB said. "Spare parts? Gold? A lifetime supply of pizz—"
His thoughts were stopped suddenly in shock.
Bodies.
Alive, presumably, but still beat-up, unconscious bodies scattered the room.
BB scrambled out of the room, leaving the door ajar in a mad dash for the Game Area. He was frantic. Why were there people back there? Why were they all injured and scratched up? That's not what was bothering him the most, though.
"How come they all looked like Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie?"