Author's Note: Hey guys shadow again...Wow part three already...With this I'm just going where the wind takes me taking note of things that have happened and looking into things that could happen *looks over to Francois and Willow, Their scuffle has not gone unpunished...*

Patrick Matthew Smith, sat on his bed, it had not been changed in weeks, and the walls had not been painted in what looked like decades, but really it was him and his grubby habits. His uniform was the only pristine thing in his room, aside from the desk that stood in the far corner. At least 30 boxes of STOLEN PS4s, Xbox Ones, an assortment of high tech laptops and games littered the floor with only one path of breathable carpet made a walkway to the desk, the bed and the door. It was all a game, he told himself, but if his sister knew his dark habit... not even an animatronic would want to go near him. He sighed on his bed and rose up to check something on the computer (the only one not stolen surprisingly). He turned it on by the button and waited an agonizing 5 minuets for the damn thing to load.

He went and searched the internet for a game that his sister had mentioned the night previous. He hadn't slept since he came back to his little hovel he called home, although it was still 8:40 he felt like he had a hangover from all the excitement. Five Nights at Syndies, the internet had found at least 3 million results of theorys, one that really caught his eye was one called "The ghost children..." he clicked it and listened carefully to what a guy called Mat Pat had to say. "I'm Mat Pat and this is Game Theory..." the video went along for another 13 minuets which made Patrick groan mentally and physically. "What secret is lurking inside those cute heads of the animatronics, I hear you say... Paranormal activity...But they're so plushie!, even if they scare us...I hear you complain..." Patrick laughed and scratched his head a tab on his computer popped up "You have one new message" he paused the video and checked the message out. The sender's name was just a bunch of random letters and the subject was just the same, there was nothing in it to say the least, just a bunch of attachments.

He downloaded them all and viewed them one by one, skim reading all of them.

"Kids vanish at local pizzeria, no bodies found
Five children, now reported missing, suspect convicted
local pizzeria threatened with shutdown over sanitation
local pizzeria said to close by year's end"

Kids vanishing? suspect convicted? poor sanitation? what did this all mean? another message popped up , it was from the same guy or girl. "Michigan Times: Local teen, 16, murdered by French aristocrat, Morrisse De Pompado" and another "Texas times:Local ballerina, 18, and 70 others murdered in terrorist attack on way home" and another "French aristocrat's son, 17, left for America and shot in terrorist attack when they touched ground" what did they have to do with the other clippings?

Suddenly a crying mask popped out of his screen and the computer froze...with the words "Pain" written all over, the screen suddenly went black. At first Patrick didn't think anything of it and took it as a sign of sleephepnia and flopped onto his bed, greatly welcoming any sleep he could get before his friends woke him up. Something stood out in his mind though, something that his friend, Jones, had said "It will be the pinnacle of your career...the biggest heist you will pull!" The biggest heist you will pull...

Children sat around and drew pictures of pure glee. Misty sat in the corner drawing a picture of sadness, she just felt compelled to draw a picture of the animatronic named Belle and the ballerina who tragically died, she'd managed to sneak the picture out of her dad's private stash, something made her want to do it. Speaking of Belle, her performance of "a thousand years" had sent most of the kids to sleep, and her intricate moves hadn't pleased them. Belle winked towards Francois and Willow, who were content in giving out fresh pizzas and drinks. They placed the trays on the table where children greedily raced and fought with each other over Chica's well renowned pizzas. And then joined the stage, they huddled perfectly this time having a solid form made a big difference, they were noticed a lot more, they were loved more than they had been in a long time.

After a few mumbles they decided on a song... the music started to play, Willow on the keyboard, Francois on the drums.

I had a dream so big and loud,
I jumped so high i touched the clouds,
woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I stretched my hands out to the sky,
we danced with monsters through the night
woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I'm never gonna look back, woah.
I'm never gonna give it up, no-o
please don't wake me now...

The children turned their heads towards the band and started to smile and dance. Chica walked in the room with the other animatronics and they all went on the stage followed by many parents, they provided back up with their many instruments...

This is gonna be the best day of my life, my li-i-i-i-ife! the sound was pleasent to his ears, then he was known as spring bonnie, his act that saved them all... but now he was known as spring trap, dealing with the rotting corpse of a criminal inside his broken shell of a body, his golden colour had just about smothered away and his once beautiful ears were matted and falling off...why was he part of their murder? he should never have been upgraded with a spring fitting, he should never have been, he told himself that day in and day out yet no reply came from either his circuits or the rotting brain inside a rotting corpse of a man named, Mike... he closed his bloodshot eyes and listened to that song...

After the song had finished the children giggled and ran to their parents and were taken away by the guiding hands of parents, Mist'y dad looked up at Belle, who pretended not to notice, she jumped off of the stage and went to her own little podium to dance. The father took no notice of it, he walked away whistling a soft tune. They came to the foyer and looked up at the security TV, the animatronics rarely went there. It displayed a picture of Belle when she was still alive, her beige great coat (he'd given her) was on the floor and burning. Belles face popped on the screen, pointed teeth bared and wooden tear drops falling from her eyes! "MURDER!" he shook his head, and he was instantly snapped back to reality he was in the car park and his wife waited by the car "Jonsie? is everything ok?" Jonse nodded his head and said "lets just get home" the girls nodded. and they got into the car. Jonse shot a nervous glance at the pizzeria and shivered.

That night everything was fine, all was quiet accept for a few jump scares and tickle wars but everything was fine, accept for Willow and Francois. A big Portuguese cake sat infront of them, they salivated in its glory, Chica took out a pizza cutter and sliced the cake in half, their faces retorted in disgust and Chica said "go on...it's half and half, equal..." this conversation could go either way. "That's not fair he gets one half more than me!" they both said. Realizing this, they glared at each other without saying a word "What's going on?" Patrick asked as he walked in the security office "Where were you, your three hours late!" Kelly scolded him "Sorry, I just had some stuff to do that's all" behind them the other animatronics left accept for the quarrelers ho were preparing for a fight of their own... "What do you mean stuff?" Kelly said "Speak for yourself, you spent all day with an icky boy from high school!" Kelly's face reddened and said "Since when was it your business to spy on people?"

Their gazes fixed, one of them was about to pounce! without thinking Willow grabbed onto Francois and tugged at his ear... Francois did the same with Willow's jacket tugging at the shoulder. Silhouettes of the two fights were scattered around the room and made Foxy wince as the energetic battle got more out of control. He had to do something! He ran to Freddy and told of what was happening, then went to Bonnie and then Chica, who didn't in the least look interested in anything he had to say. Running to the podium he found that Belle was in some sort of trance dancing as the moon cascaded a glow against her wooden body and Blue patchwork dress. "Belle, the cahoots are comitn' mutiny!" the dancing stopped and her eyes opened "We need to stop them before they hurt each other!" Belle said jumping from the podium, she ran down the hall into the security room, the damage was already done by then but still they refused to stop "what do you mean, I have no objection to whoever your friends are!" Kelly shouted "You wouldn't like them!" Patrick retorted Belle had had enough She screeched at all of them, her face pulled into a nightmare pose when the squabbles stopped she pinched the animatronics' ears "Ow...that's my bad ear!" Francois cried "Your lucky I didn't brake your neck!" Willow shouted

Belle rolled her eyes and went into the diner to see that all the other animatronics were there... "You stupid boys!" Freddy said "Do you realize how much damage you have done?" the two shot a glance at each other, Francois' right ear hung low it had a whole in the middle too and swayed from side to side, whilst Francois' left shoulder's jacket sleeve was missing. "You gave us all a fright...parts like these aren't replaceable...they don't come cheap and as you can tell only a few children rarely come in anymore..." Chica said taking a glance at Foxy. "I can repair some parts but my programming is for patchwork, not full repair" Belle said looking at Francois, picking his delicate ear up carefully and said "This will be tricky..." Francois sighed and said "Anything! please!" Belle thought long and hard "I could pin the ear but it would have to stay down... and that whole can easily be fixed with a patch of cloth the same colour, as for you...Willow... I think I can sort something out for you if you hand me the jacket" he took off his jacked and left it in the care of Zoella, "You'll have to put your circuits into sleep mode for the surprise and to lessen the pain!" Bonnie went behind them and pressed a button at the base of their neck. Their heads hung low and Belled got to work, stitching and sewing to make them "presentable" again.

At around 5 am Patrick found his sister asleep and the halls quiet once again... he got out his phone and sent a crucial text message to Jonse. With in five minuets Jonse arrived through the window, exactly behind their target. Ears hanging low, he ushered the others in and in an instant they grabbed a part of the animatronic and carefully removed it with the help of Patrick through the foyer and into a black van... "1 down...7 or 8 to go!" Jonse said excitedly. Patrick stayed behind and went back to the security office to find that pairs of floating crying eyes were watching him and from the shadows came his sister "Were those friends of your here to steal something...Patie?" Patie, the only name she'd call him if she were angry at him...