-Head Office-

"So...what happened here?" Sam questioned the owner.

"It happened yesterday, a day just like this. Nobody thought that... that something like this would happen," he puts his head in his hands, sighing heavily with regret. "One of our own employees, if you could believe it, lured five poor children into the employee's only area. Being kids, of course they followed, but that sick bastard had other plans in mind. He locked them in, and took them down into our cellar, a place even employees aren't allowed to go into."

The owner got up and walked over to the large window that stood behind him, looking out. "He was going to murder them agent. Five innocent kids, if it wasn't for..."

Looking up, intrigued at this last statement, "For? Who else was there?"

Confused, the owner scrunched up his forehead, "I... I don't... can't remember. Why can't I...?"

Suddenly, they heard various screams coming from outside the door. The sound of chairs and tables crashing down onto the floor rang loudly throughout the restaurant. Confused and worried, Sam and the owner looked at each other before rushing to the door, slamming it open. Outside, they found multiple chairs overturned, tables in disorder and pushed around, and multiple patrons making a mad scramble for the door. Sam grabbed one of the adults rushing with the kids towards the entrance and turned him to face him.

In a loud, concerned voice, Sam asked, "What happened? What's going on?"

The adult, wide-eyed and in shock, stuttered his words, "T-The r-robot. Gone c-c-crazy. Killed s-someone. N-Need to get out!" The adult pushed himself off Sam and made his mad scramble out the door.

The owner, shaking his head in disbelief, "Killed? No..."

Sam stood there, taking the information in, then his face blanched in shock. His hands fumbled towards his pocket, taking his phone out. Clicking the power switch, he noticed several recent texts from his brother. He quickly pocketed the phone, and started making his way towards the area people were running from in a mad run.

"No, no, no, Dean tell me your okay," Sam muttered to himself. He then saw the spot from where everyone ran from; some clutching their children's hands practically dragging them along, while others carried them out. In this singular spot, a body lay still, a pool of blood trickling around the head. The pirate animatronic, Foxy, stood still, pieces of skin and muscles hanging from his sharp teeth. Sam stopped still in his tracks, knowing who lied still on the blood-stained carpet. Slowly making his way to the body, he confirmed his suspicions.

In wide-eyed shock, Sam yelled, "DEAN!"

-Employee Area 10 Minutes Ago-

"Geez, don't people use Febreeze anymore?" Dean complained as soon as he hit the bottom of the steps. The room carried a dank, musty smell along with the stench of something rotten. Flicking his flashlight back and forth, Dean scanned the entire room, noticing cobwebs stuck to various corners of the ceiling. As he was looking, his eye caught a bright flash of yellow, and he slowly turned his flashlight back to that spot.

"Son of a bitch," he muttered. The Golden Freddy costume lay still, slumped over like a dead body, just how it looked when they first crossed paths. Dean made his way to the costume, looking inside to see a recently deceased corpse forcefully shoved inside. Grimacing in disgust, Dean took out his phone.

Typing, "Sam, found dead body in here, killer?"

Sending the message, he put the phone away and looked around the suit. A flash of light caught his eye by the suit. Dean leaned over and reached to grab the object.

With the object in his hand, Dean muttered, "Ah, hell." In his hand was an angel blade, still stained red with blood from the body in the costume.

Typing on his phone, "Come quick, found angel blade, Cass was right, something else here."

After sending another text to Sam, Dean pocketed the angel blade and turned back around, finding himself face-to-face with a woman.

Jumping in shock, Dean shouted, "Jesus Christ!"

Smiling, the woman said, "Not quite," reaching her hand out, "but I will be taking that, thank you."

Recovering from his initial shock, Dean knew what she wanted, and decided to play dumb. "What? Taking what from me?" he asked, avoiding eye contact with her.

Laughing, the woman said, "Ha! You always were a bad liar Dean Winchester. Just give me the angel blade, and no one gets hurt."

Realising that he had been backed into a corner, Dean followed his instincts and drew the blade from his pocket. Going into a defensive stance, Dean said, "You want it lady?" He motioned with his hand, "Come get it."

Sighing, the woman thrust her hand out, causing Dean to slam against the wall, scattering the blade out of his reach. The woman calmly walked over and picked it up. "Now was that so hard?" She smiled one more time, before making her way up into the back room. Grunting with pain, Dean felt her hold release on him, and picked himself up and started jogging after her. He made it up to the back room, then slammed the door from the room open into the main restaurant. Looking around, he saw the woman walking towards the exit, and headed after her.

"STOP! Agent Jerry, FBI! Get that woman!" he shouted, running after her. This got the attention of almost everyone in the building, their eyes now trained on both Dean and the woman.

The woman stopped and turned with a scowl on her face. "Why can't you just sit down and shut up like a good little brat?" she muttered to herself. She looked over to the curtains draped over Pirate's Cove and motioned her head towards Dean. Then she turned around, and walked right out the door, with no one getting up to stop her.

"No!" Dean shouted, running after her. He then rammed into something with a big metal thud in his wild sprint, causing him to flop over onto his back. Getting up, rubbing his head and grimacing in pain, he looked up to see the animatronic Foxy looking down at him. Before he could even move, the animatronic unhinged its jaws and launched itself at Dean. Then everything cut to black.