- Back at the hotel -

"Sammy, why the hell aren't we back there?" asked Dean.

"What do you want to do Dean? We have no idea what's there, if anything is in there..."

"If? There's no if Sam, he said people are possibly dying. The fucking manager has no idea what's happening under his nose! And now some poor sucker probably just signed his death wish!"

"Yeah, that was fishy. How come no one knows what has been happening at this restaurant? What happened to all the employees?"

"All I'm hearing is questions Sammy, and what we need are answers, so I'm going to take the Impala and go back over there. Join me whenever you decide you're ready."

"Dean wait," Sam said grabbing Dean's shoulder. "Look, I want to go there and help as much as you do, but listen to reason. We don't know what's going on, if this place is haunted or just some random psycho taking people."

"So what do we just, wait it out?!" Dean said incredulously.

"Do you have any better options besides charging headfirst into something you may not come back from?"

Obviously furious, Dean threw up his hands, shaking his head and said, "Alright, fine, but you better hope this kid, Newman, makes it ok."

"That's all we can do Dean, hope..."

- Freddy's Pizzeria -

In the corner, his hands firmly cupped over his ears, tears streaming down his face, Newman sat huddled whimpering. Both doors were shut, banging heard coming from each side, the lights flickering as the power drained percent by percent.

"Please, please just go away. Please, make this be just another nightmare. Why did I take this job, the manager never said-"

He stopped his rambling as soon as he heard the power shut off. Looking into the darkness, all noises stopped, the doors were wide open, yet no one came for him. Then a song, a little tune that used to be played to kids before decommission, started playing. Looking up in horror, Newman followed the noise towards the left-hand door, and from there he saw two glowing eyes, flickering ever so slightly in the darkness.

Whimpering even more, he whispered, "No, please. Please let me go."

Then, the eyes went black, blending into the surrounding darkness. Newman curled himself into a ball, and put himself deeper into the corner. Closing his eyes, He took one last breathe...

- The Next Day -

"All right, rise and shine Sammy, we have a playdate with Freddy and Friends, haha," chuckled Dean.

"Oh god, please don't ever say that to me again Dean, as if the atmosphere isn't creepy enough."

"Yeah, speaking of which, let's just go before I decide to burn this place down."

"Let me get changed first Gordon, Bullock isn't quite ready yet."

"Well hurry up, I wasn't kidding about the burning thing..."

- Back at Fazbear's Pizza -

Sirens wailed in the air as the Impala pulled up to kid's restaurant. Sam and Dean simultaneously get out of the car and walk over to the cops trying to look professional, as they have done so many times before. Flipping open their badges, they showed themselves into the scene of the crime to figure out what happened.

"Well agents, it's like the last incident here with umm, who was it? Schmidt! That's it. Well, almost, this one is still here, but he was blubbering all this nonsense we heard before-" said the cop in charge.

"Nonsense? You heard before?" asked Sam.

Sighing, the cop said, "As you may or may not know, there have been mostly disappearances at this restaurant. Employees lost, but investigations never uncovered anything. Well, we have those rare occasions where they don't disappear. And even rarer when they want to talk to us about what happened. Most decline questioning and, move on with their life. But every time they do want to talk to us it's always the same thing."

Dean asked, "What do you mean?"

Gesturing his hand to the victim, he said, "Why don't you ask him yourself."

Looking at each other, Sam and Dean then walked over to where the man was sitting, looking traumatised. "Hi, I'm Agent Bullock and this is my partner Gordon, you must be Newman, correct?"

Looking down, he nervously nodded his head, not saying a word. Bending down to his level, Dean said, "Alright look, we need to know everything you know, no matter how... unusual it may be."

Newman then looked at both of them and said, "Alright, but why will you believe me? The cops just think I'm crazy, every time they look at me I can see them wanting to throw me in the looney bin."

"Just trust us kid, let's just say we've dealt with this kind of thing before," said Sam.

"Alright, I was basically working my normal shift right? Since I was new, I was first shown around the new workstation by the manager. Once I was settled in, it was already 12 am, which was when my shift starts. Before leaving though, the manager told me to 'keep on eye out and an ear open.' I didn't know what he meant, I am a night guard I know that I need to keep intruders out, but now I do know what he meant, oh god..."

"Hey, snap out of it kid, what do you mean you know what he meant?" asked Dean.

"The animatronics, they are set to night-roaming mode, so their servos don't lock up. So I knew they would roam around, but they were acting funny. I saw one outside my door, looking at me, I think it was Freddy. I slowly went for my door button as told to press whenever they got too close, but then he grabbed me. I panicked, I wasn't told they would do this, so I started grabbing his face, trying to push him away. I eventually got him off me, and I immediately shut both doors, then they all came. They started, started banging on the door, reducing the power, trying to get in. They were trying to kill me!"

"Alright kid, take it easy, I think that's enough, try to recover, okay?" said Sam.

Gulping, Bob nodded and said, "Yeah, thank you agents, for believing me."

"No problem kid, and hey, find a new job, alright?" said Dean.

"You don't have to tell me twice,". Nodding, Sam and Dean both made their way back to the Impala. But then, Bob looked up and called them back, "Agents! Wait! There's something you should know."

"Oh yeah kid? What's that?" asked Dean.

"There was this guy, the manager briefly mentioned him. He's not around anymore, but the manager told me to listen to his recorded messages to help me through the night. The phone is in the night guard's workstation inside, I don't think the manager would mind if you took a look."

"Thanks for the info. kid, we'll be sure to take a look," said Dean. Nodding to Sam, they both made their way to the entrance of the pizzeria. On the way, Dean whispered to Sam, "So, are we dealing with some form of possession? Witchcraft?"

"Well, we'll just have to find out won't we?"