If Freddy could have let out a sigh, he would have as the last diners left at about 11.30pm. It was always parents holding onto children of different ages as they ushered their children out the door. But after '87, those parents would always glance back in fear of the band, who could do nothing but play dead and stare straight ahead over the dining room.

Even the kids were fearful. Chica was heartbroken one night after a child ran away crying from her, saying she smelled bad. None of the band had the ability to smell, but Bonnie had noticed mucus around Chica's eyes and blood on her bib.

"We need to be more careful," he would say when the four of them met in the back room, "If the owners find out what goes on here after hours, we'll be in the scrapyard."

Thing's had been different once. Back in '72, when Fredbears Family Diner had opened. The children had loved them, and cried when they had to say goodbye to the band of animatronics. It made them feel warn inside, and sometimes they'd act out of character and confort them.

"Don't be sad," Chica said quietly in a motherly voice to a few children, "You can visit us any time you want!"

Then that creep had shown up in 1987. He was a disgusting monster, and all four of them saw it when the parents weren't around. He'd mistreat any kid who was alone and vulnerable, kicking them and threatening them if they told their parents. Freddy was always tempted to snap his neck, and one day he said to Foxy, "Jump out at him and show him who's the boss." It was funny, and Freddy had let out his trademark laugh as Foxy jumped out from around the corner and scared the living daylights out of the man. The children had laughed all day afterwards, and the man had stormed off in fury.

But what the never expected was for the man to tamper with Foxy in a blind rage after hours one night. He'd altered the facial recognition system and made Foxy bite a woman the next day. Freddy had watched in horror as Foxy had been forced to bit down on the woman's skull, sending blood spilling onto the tiled floor. She survived, but lost her frontal lobe. They'd taken Foxy away, put him in the back and left him to fall apart. Then they couldn't move around freely during the day. Couldn't spread joy to the children they loved so much. It was cruel. But what happened next was unspeakable.

There was a suit in the back, similar to Freddy's, but with a golden colour. They were built as brothers, but Golden Freddy never got used until the man tore out his wires and skeleton and donned the suit. Five children followed and were never seen again. But the animatronics knew perfectly well what he'd done.

He'd murdered those kids.

They could do nothing as the wrong man got caught. Could do nothing as the real culprit walked. Things had gone downhill from there. The pizza parlour had lost money, and had to move into a smaller building. The kids now wanted nothing to do with the band, and hardly anyone even stayed near then for more than a few seconds.

Finally, the staff left behind everyone else, and locked the doors behind them, leaving the lights on for the night guard. Freddy, Chica and Bonnie moved backstage at the first opportunity, meeting Foxy for the next ten minute meeting until the guard arrived.

"So does anyone know who þe new night guard is?" Foxy asked, picking himself up awkwardly from the floor.

"No, same as last week," Chica told him, emitting a sigh from her voice box and taking her usual spot by the door.

"Are the kids still the same?" Foxy asked her, probably knowing the answer.

"Scared and terrified as usual," she replied, and a sound came out from her beak that Freddy thought might be a sob.

"Chica," he said, placing a furry paw on her shoulder, "Please don't cry on me again. You know how much it tortures me seeing you upset."

"How can't I when there's no hope for us?" Chica sobbed.

"The pizzaria might still find an owner," Bonnie said hopefully, "Just think, he'd bring Fox back, make us look nice. Þe kid's would love us again."

"Do you really believe it?" Chica asked him.

"I don't know for sure," Bonnie admitted, "But it's better than giving up hope, right?"

It's 11:50, guys," Foxy informed the group, checking the clock on the wall, "You better get in position.'

Bonnie, Freddy and Chica awkwardly moved out of the room and back to the stage just as Freddy heard a car pull up outside. As the took position, headlights flashed through the entrance briefly until a figure walked up to the door, fishing keys out of his pocket. As he let himself in, locking the door behind him. Freddy tried to get a decent look at him as he wandered the room. He wore dark blur jeans, a black workshirt with the diner's logo on it, a grey raincoat and black cap which covered his face. Without looking at the band he walked away to the office at the back.

The main lights went off as midnight hit, leaving most of the building in darkness. It was good fortune that the animatronics had night vision built into their skeletons, and Freddy saw everything tinged green.

Freddy watched as Foxy crawled back to Pirates Cove and Bonnie moved off the stage.

Bonnie slowly moved toward the back room, keeping a careful eye on the camera in the corner in case it moved, signalling that the guard had a live feed of the room. Chica moved not long afterwards, heading for the toilets. The spare parts room was exactly as it always was. Spare parts were placed on the shelves, and an exoskeleton sat motionless on a bench. Peering into the camera briefly, he saw no sign that the guard was viewing him, and he left. Freddy stayed on stage as Bonnie moved through the hallway, stopping at one moment as the red light on the camera at the far end blinked red. When it stopped, he kept moving, and heard a voice.

"They used to be able to walk around during the day, but then there was the Bite of '87."

This confused Bonnie. Was the guard talking to himself? He'd never acted like that before. As Bonnie crept closer, he peered into the office. The guard was sitting in his chair, head down, viewing the camera monitor. Bonnie made to leave, but his foot struck the metal frame of the door and the guard threw down the monitor and leaned over to shut the door. Just before the door came down, Bonnie caught a glimpse of his face.

It wasn't the same man, but Bonnie had seen him before, mistreating the children, tampering with Foxy, murdering those kids. He was older, but it was defin him. Unable to contain his rage, Bonnie screamed the man's name.

"SCHMIDT!"