Jack, his name had been Jack. Foxy sat on the fake pirate ship taking up most of pirate cove. Jack, the little boy who had always come to him first, Jack the little boy who dressed like a pirate to be like him, Jack the first to be murdered. Foxy felt a hot spike of anger in his chest, that man who had killed his Jack had death written all over him. It would be satisfying to dig his hook into the killer's chest and see the life drain from him. Just like those guards...Foxy put his head in his hands trying to expel those thoughts from his mind. Jack was gone and the killer most likely dead it wouldn't do any good to be angry. But, a part of him argued it felt good to be angry. He laid down waiting for morning confused at his own emotions.

Freddy had been certain everything would fall apart but so soon? He was the leader of these animatronics, he had to show them it wasn't so bad. But how could he, when he felt so conflicted about the killing and the death they'd caused. His thoughts drifted to a little girl he once knew. Her eyes had been so blue, like his, her smile so happy. Until she was murdered. Freddy's hands clenched into fists his little Anna was gone. The killer was still unknown and Freddy vowed when they found out who it had been….well let's just say the murder wouldn't be living much longer.

The oven dinged and Chica hurriedly pulled her masterpiece out. It steamed in the cool air of the dark kitchen and as Chica set it down she couldn't help but remember Jade, the little girl whom she had once loved. The tiny child had always come straight to the chicken bot after arriving at the restaurant. Then Jade would go off and get some pizza only to come back a slice heaping with melted gooey cheese in her hand. Chica felt a wave of sadness wash over her. Jade was never to eat another pizza again as she was dead. Murdered by a man here in this very place. It made her feathers ruffle and Chica quickly switched her thinking process, she didn't want to think about her Jade.

Bonnie liked to wander. It was his flaw the others told him, why do you need to walk around all the time? Well the answer to that question isn't that simple. Bonnie paused by the stage remembering standing there his fingers flying over the guitar strings and eyes trained on a child standing on the floor below him. The child was young, maybe four and his hair fell into his green eyes. Bonnie had liked him from that moment. He learned the boy's name was James and that he liked guitars. Whenever James was around Bonnie would shred away on his guitar and the boy's eyes would light up with excitement. Bonnie closed his eyes, he would never see James again….he had been killed. The purple bunny shook his head and started walking again, so he wouldn't remember.

Morning came and with it children. The band played as normal and Foxy sat in the darkness once again. Once and a while a curious child would peak through the curtains and Foxy would see the light again. The child never came inside the cove since their parents or a employee ushered them away as quickly as they could but sometimes Foxy wished the child would come in. He was lonely and the other animatronics were very wary of him so he didn't talk with them much. He absent mindedly ran his fingers down his hook feeling the cold metal and the sharp point. He wondered why it was so sharp, and not dulled for safety purposeses. There already had been so much bloodshed here…. He stood his joints creaking and went to the curtains peering out at the crowds. He blinked as a shadowy figure appeared in front of the cove. Slowly the shadows melted until it was a little boy. His hair was ruffled and his green eyes held a sad note to them. His face had multiple cuts and bruises dried blood staining his cheeks dark red. There were ragged holes in his clothing all ringed with crimson blood stains and his arm had been bent backwards to the point of a terrible break. His legs were nearly crumpling beneath him and his teeth were bared in pain. Foxy's eyes widened, he started to move towards the child but the kid backed away shaking his head. Tears glistened in the boy's eyes and he turned searching the stage. When he found Bonnie his face lit up a little. He raised his one good arm and waved his small hand before turning back into shadows. Foxy paused his hook wrapped in the curtain and almost ready to tear it back. That little boy had been killed he could tell that much, and he had waved to Bonnie. Foxy frowned hadn't there been a little boy who'd loved Bonnie. The purple Bunny used to talk about him so much before the murders. Suddenly Foxy felt sick, that little boy had been James, the boy that had been murdered with Jack.