"This place is changed…" a monotone voice said. The sound echoed throughout the small storage room. "It's cold…"

The speaker slowly got up from his seated position on the edge of the table. "Why is everybody staring at me?" He walked to the door and extended his hand to open it. He glared at the non-lustrous metal of his hand… "Oh my god… What happened to me?"

He stepped out into the large, open room. The long tables were lined cheerfully with striped cones. Everything seemed as it was before… Except that it looked so modern, and… lonely… Where were the three or four performers from before? What happened to make him fall asleep so long?

Faux had my chin in his glove so that I couldn't move my head. I glared at it with anger, my mouth in a snarl. But on the inside, my sanity was hanging from one thread that was being threatened by the knife of fear.

"Shall we go on? ...Let's..." he chuckled grimly. "Let's see... After the incident... and the place having been shut down, we tried to give them a home here, but... They were so rebelious, we had to let them go. They did this to me! The one bot I ever loved ripped me apart with his blade."

I was starting to tear up. So many emotions, questions, conflicts raced through my mind. "I-I had no idea... Faux, is it? I'm sorry... I never knew any of that... I'm... I'm so bad..." Tears ran down my face in a stream. Faux swiped his glove across my cheek and wiped a tear.

"And, that's why you need to help us." His tone sounded so empathetic... A voice I could trust. "Please, I'll let you go if you promise to send those bots back to where they belong... I know you worked hard on them, but... Do the right thing and take them out of their wretched commision."

I nodded. What else could I do after hearing all that? Faux had evidence to support what he'd said... I lapped the blood from my wrists as they were untied. "Thank you... I'm sorry..."

"Can I get you some gauze for that?" Faux asked with a friendly tone.

I stepped into the room and felt the thick oil delay my foot's contact with the checkered floor. I gasped to see a broken body piled in the corner. I looked from left to right... But nothing...

I ventured into a hallway to find Freddy Fazbear. I clenched my fist to my side. I growled under my breath at the sight. I could feel my warm tears dripping down my cheeks. "You... m-monster..."

His ears perked with the sound of my voice. "Eric? You're alive!" He began laughing. He turned around to see me crying. "Are you... crying? What did they do to you?" He knealt down and wiped a tear from my cheek.

His touch felt so soft and comforting, but I knew now what those paws had done. I slapped his paw away with force. "Get away from me! You murderer!"

"I don't understand what you're talking about, Eric. I'm friendly. I would never hurt anyone, especially not you."

"LIAR!" I screamed, and pounded him in the head with the closest object in my reach, a fire extinguisher. The clang was magnified by the metal-on-metal contact. I stared at the slight dent in Freddy's head.

Suddenly, his eyes faded to black and white dots appeared where his pupils once were. It glared at me demonically. SMASH! I yelped as I hit the hard wall with my shoulder blades. The bear pounced on top of me and raised a paw behind him, as if to charge force into it.

"Freddy, don't hurt me!" I flung my arms over my face desperately. "Don't prove to me that you're a shameless killer, Fazbear!"

His paw came at me like a bullet, clasping my neck until I had to worry if I would die in his grasp. I squirmed and kicked, landing a few footsteps on the bot's body, but not with enough power to do any helpful damage.

He grasped onto my shoulder and started pulling on it. W-would he take me apart and use my parts for scraps? I wrapped my hands around his arm and tried to stop him, but he continued to attempt to pry me open.

Bonnie flared his guitar to the cheering audience. Toy ran his hand over his and made a loud noice that I could hear from within Freddy's grasp. The cheering plush audience bounced and hopped to the drumbeats from the speakers.

Bonnie played his guitar with his heart. If he would have had one. He played each note to its fullest, to a rhythm so precise, yet fast, and rave-like that the audience of toys couldn't help but dance along.

Toy Bonnie played a friendly, build-up-and-drop-style song, and when the drop came, the room exploded. Streamers bursted and hats went flying.

The plushies had made their decision. Toy won. Thankfully, Bonnie had lost. I would never have to see him or the other animatronics again at this rate.

Because I would be dead!

Shards of glass scattered as the camera hit the ground. "Three down," Gabby said quietly and Chica lowered him to the ground.

"It's surprisingly quiet. Why is there music playing?" Chica asked. "Oh, never mind, it stopped... But, surely you hear that music box..."

"Yeah, I do. And the crashing and crying... I hope Eric and Matthew are alright." Gabriel sighed. "I hope."

"Huh!? Why is Camera 2-B down now!? Is someone taking them down!?" Indigo yelled to himself. He jumped out of his chair. Grabbed a flashlight. And headed at a run out into the hallway.

His trench coat flapped behind him as he traversed the labyrinth of halls until he found a boy tinkering with a wrench to the surface of the camera. "Freeze!"

"Uh-oh..." Gabby sighed.

"Crap, we're caught!" Chica screeched.

"You're damn right you are! I'll dismantle both of you!" He tossed a golden screwdriver in his hand. "Take this!" He launched it at the duo and it nearly hit Chica in the face, but it didn't. She ducked and it went right through Gabriel's legs.

"You go get the other cameras, I'll fend off this guy." Chica ordered. To that, Gabby nodded.

Indigo grabbed Chica by the neck and lifted her with ease with only one arm. He threw her into the wall, and as the wallpaper ripped from the force of her body, Indigo made chase for Gabby.

I panted- no, hyperventilated in fear as the angry bear debated his intellegence of which of my joints was the weakest link. I struggled to pry his strong paw away from my neck. He glared at me and flashed his teeth in a smirk.

He opened his mouth wide and...

"Freddy! Please, no!" I screeched. "I know what you did, stop now and you might be forgiven!"

He thrust his paw into my rib cage and I swear I heard a snap before everything went black.

"H-hey, I think he's waking up..." I heard a voice say. It's a voice that I hadn't heard before. I opened my eyes to a larger-than average boy, who looked to be just slightly older than me. "So, you're the guy who fixed all these guys up, 'eh?"

"W-who's asking?" I stuttered.

"I'm Matthew," he began. "But you can call me Matty. You alright?"

I could barely feel my face, my blood rushing through my body was the only thing I could really feel anything of. "I don't know."

Freddy rushed in and peered at me in my state of numbness. "Hey! You woke up!"

"FREDDY FAZBEAR!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"P-please be quiet. We're in a bit of danger here." he insisted.

"You tried to fucking kill me!" I yelped.

"I-I know... I'm sorry..." he pleaded. "Why did you hit me with that fire extinguisher?"

"Okay, I'm lost." Matthew said with a single blink of confusion.

"I've been told what you've all done." I growled.

"Who told you we killed anybdy?" Freddy asked, looking like he could b on the brink of tears if he had tear ducts.

"Faux. He told me." I told.

"You mean that Foxy-wannabe gayboy?" Freddy asked, unimpressed. "Why would you believe anything he's told you?"

"He had evidence, Fredbear." I stared him in the eyes, brow furrowed as feeling returned to my muscles.

"W-what did you just call me!? No, we don't speak that name!" the bear yelped, shocked.

"What are you not speaking? You owe me the truth." I growled.

"Well, I can tell you the truth. And that's that anything the Toys tell you is likely a lie." he huffed. He put a hand on my back and helped me sit upright. He stared at me with a very saddened expression. Then, I found his arms wrapped around me in a tight bear-hug. And I loved it.

"Freddy..." I said, not having planned the rest of the sentence.

"What is it, Eric?"

"I-I'm so sorry... I should have never believed Faux." I wrapped my arms around the bear who already ahd his wrapped around me. "I'll fix up that dent when we get back home."

"What? Where's my hug?" Matthew asked, walking up to us.

"Eric, this is Matty. He helped us get in here to save you. But it looks like now, we need your help more than you need ours." Freddy explained.

"Nice to meet you, Matty." I held out my hand. He gripped it in a strong, large hand of his own. "Ooh... You're strong." I looked down at our hands intertwined, blushing.