We dream every night. We just don't have the same dream every night.

Ever since I woke up in the hospital, I have.

Every night, I come back to this restaurant. To that room. Sometimes I walk around like I did in real life. Sometimes I go right into the prize room. However it happens, that always where I end up. He's always there. Sometimes he's waiting for me with a bloody knife. Sometimes I surprise him like I did that night. We always fight. The kid always dies.

But something else happens in those dreams. During the fight, my perspective shifts to third person. I don't walk around the room. I stay in one spot. I want to move. I want to help. But I can't, no matter what I do.

I always have this sense of a third person in the room but as everything ends, it slowly fades like it should with a dream. Only thing is, every time I wake up, that sense lingers like an old smell before it vanishes completely.

This happens every night.

The animatronics have a free-roam mode for nighttime. I don't find them to be any creepier than they are in the daytime but tonight, something about this place is different.

Of course, I did die here.

I wanted the night shift because I didn't want to see the parents. See the anxiety on their faces as they wonder how close their kids came to being the victim the authorities still haven't found. What I don't understand is why I felt so strongly about coming back to this place.

I told Anders I needed closure. What I've never said was that I feel some strange obligation to be here. Some strange sense of…unfinished business.

I walk through the restaurant, wondering what I'm looking for. The emotions running through me make me worry. I know the grief and regret is normal but underneath those feelings is something…dangerous. A quiet rage that courses through me like a tendril of icy water.

Bonnie wanders into the dining and pauses, looking at me. Suddenly, I feel sad for him. Then, I realize that I just personalized this machine.

"How's it going, Bonnie?" I say.

He stares for a moment longer, then he walks away.

I continue my round until I find myself in the prize room. My blood runs cold standing in this room. Everything looks pristine. No damage done. No bloodstains on the floor. No answers, either. I shake my head. How could anybody target a kid? I look around my flashlight illuminates the puppet hanging on the wall.

Yet, one more anomaly I haven't been able to figure out. I saw this thing in pieces on the floor as I died, so how did Anders find it intact?

"I bet you saw his face," I say dismally. "Too bad you can't say."

My dream comes back to me and I just close my eyes and prepare to endure the torment again. The fight. The perspective swap.

My eyes snap open. In third person, I'm frozen, unable to do anything but it isn't an angle of the room I'm familiar with. The door ahead of me on the left. The shelves of plushies directly on my left. The counter on my right. Cold sheetrock pressed against my back.

I straighten up in shocked disbelief. "No way." I walk over to the puppet and reach out to touch it like I'm afraid it's charged with electricity. I'm a little disappointed when I touch it and nothing happens. I turn and press my back against the wall and look out at the room. Then, I slide down into a squat until I'm level with the puppet.

This is the perspective my dream takes.

"That is freaking creepy," I mutter.

Then, I hear crying.

I dodge out of the room and shine my light up and down the hallway trying to find the source of the sound. If he's back I'll beat him to death with my flashlight, I swear it. He's not getting another kid on my watch.

I follow the sound but seems like it's moving so I end up not following it so much as chasing it. When I come to Pirate's Cove, the sound suddenly gets quiet and I spin around trying to find it again before I lose him. The noise doesn't move. In fact, it sounds like it's all around me.

I'm honestly afraid that I'm losing my mind.

"What is going on?" I whisper.

The sound stops. Only for a millisecond, but it stops.

I turn around to Pirate's Cove and shine my light over the curtains. Foxy's job is entertainment. Pirate's Cove is his stage. My guts feel so wound up I think I might lose my kidney after all. I gingerly part the curtains until I can see Foxy. He's slumped over in the corner and his eyes are dark like someone turned him off.

I better not get blamed for his servos locking up.

Suddenly, his eyes blink on and he launches himself at me. Thank God he was on the floor or I wouldn't have been able to dodge. He's on his feet just as fast and comes after me with arms out and jaws wide and something like scream trying to come out of his voice box.

"WHOA!" I put my hand out and shout like I'm telling a perp to put his hands up. I want Foxy to put his hands down. To my intense surprise, he stops, staring at me with something like anger in his light up eyes. Anger and fear.

"Easy, Foxy," I tell him, hoping I'll hear his servos relax. "Easy."

Slowly, he straightens up but that look never leaves him. These things don't have expressions and they certainly can't show emotion.

"What's going on?" I whisper again like I'm expecting an answer.

Suddenly, my vision goes white like a camera flash and I wince away, hoping Foxy won't attack me again. When I look at him, I don't see Foxy. I see a filmy image of a little boy in a red and white striped shirt with curly red hair and suddenly, I know his name.

Charlie.

I told him to leave me alone! I wanted to go find my mommy!

I can't breathe.

I told him to leave me ALONE!

The last word is a breathy scream.

"I know you did," I tell him.

Why wouldn't he leave me alone?

The crying starts again.

He wouldn't leave me alone. And now I can't go home.

I feel that current of icy rage wind through me again.

"You can stay here with me," I tell him. "He can't hurt you anymore."

Suddenly, I see Foxy again and the animatronic relaxes, then walks back to the Cove. I know I'll have to keep an eye on him. I have no idea just how volatile he might be, but for now he seems…resigned.

I nearly run to the bathroom and as the light flickers on, the shadows briefly streak my face under my eyes and a chill skates up my spine. I'm too drained to feel startled this time but my hands are shaking so badly I almost can't turn on the cold water. I splash my face over and over until the nausea goes away. I can't tell anybody what just happened. No one would believe it. I am on my own.

I'm alone and Foxy is inhabited by the ghost of the child that I failed to save.

My legs won't support me and I slide down the tiled wall and hide my face in my arm as the sobs rip through me with a vengeance.

Vengeance.