Night 3
"He left without you."
Eliza was curled up in a ball under the table, crying her eyes out again. Her brother had forcibly taken her to Fredbear's family diner and left her there.
"He knows that you hate it here."
Eliza continued to cry.
"You are right beside the exit. If you run you can make it."
Eliza stopped crying and got out from under the table.
"Hurry! Run towards the exit!"
Eliza wasn't really sure where she was going, heading toward the backroom.
"No! Don't you remember what you saw? The exit is the other way. Hurry and leave."
Eliza tried to go the other way, only for a man in a Fredbear costume to get in her way.
"It's too late. Hurry the other way and find someone who will help! You know what will happen if he catches you!"
Eliza ran towards the backroom again. She stopped in her tracks when she saw the purple ones.
"You can find help if you can get past them. You have to be strong."
Eliza couldn't breathe. She curled up and cried again as the man in the Fredbear costume approached her.
"Tomorrow is another day"
Lisa could hear breathing on the other side of the door. She knew Bonnie was there. She shut the door as fast as she could. "And to think he used to be so cute." She slowly opened the door again and flashed her light in the hallway. Nothing.
She made her way to the other door and opened it. No sign of Chica anywhere. Lisa went to the closet and opened it. Nothing but a plushy. She checked the beds. Two mini-Freddys jumped away. Lisa sat on her bed and sighed. "What did I do to deserve this?" Lisa thought. She looked down at Plushtrap, and remembered when this all began.
"Hey what's that?" Lisa asked. She, Bart and Milhouse where standing next to the now closed, Freddy Fazbear's when Lisa spotted a plush toy lying around. She picked it up. "It looks like an old version of Bonnie." Bart said. Lisa noticed that there were little finger traps all over it. "I think I'll name it Plushtrap."
"Okay. That could have been a more epic flashback." As Lisa was pondering this, she started to hear breathing from the right door. She quickly ran up and closed it. For the rest of the night, Lisa's head was filled with questions. Who was this Eliza girl? Why is Lisa having dreams about her? What does Plushtrap have to do with this? Why is she asking you all these questions?