The had lights shut off, she was alone, in the night, without anything to see where they currently were. She couldn't stay where she was, she was a sitting duck stuck in that room and the doors wouldn't close. No, she absolutely had to move but she just couldn't will her legs to do so. "Move!" She internally yelled. Yet her eyes stayed fixed on the murky darkness of the West Hall.

"Move!" She cried once more, the voice in her head buzzed. "Why won't you fucking move?" She finally got up, took one long, desperate look into the darkness, she wondered where Baby had gone. She shook her head, she couldn't afford to think about that. She ran out into the East Hall, she didn't want to be around Rhys' office in the West.

Her heart drummed violently, she swore she could hear it. Fazbear's was cloaked under the cover of night, the few dim light fixtures buzzed and flickered lazily. She kept to the shadows that danced upon the wall when she ran across quietly. Someone, no, thing was after her. She could feel their eyes on her as she ran down the hall, then she stopped.

Besides the buzz of the light fixtures, the hum and whir of machinery, and the short and detached breaths she took the restaurant was dead silent. She carefully stepped forward, her back pressed to the wall. Her foot landed on something. She heard a loud squeak. Horrified, she barely muffled her scream and looked down to see Bon Bon, Funtime Freddy's beloved companion. He ran off into the dark.

"I SEE YOU! COME ON OUT! YOU MUST ATONE FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!" A raspy and menacing voice called from the dark.

She gasped loudly. "Oh no, no, fuck!" She had to move out of the East Hall. "But that's their Roaming Ground," she thought and she paused momentarily before she decided that everywhere was their Roaming Ground. She was closer to the exit in the East Hall and thanked herself. She ran for it until she heard a cry, and then another one, and another until a whole chorus erupted around her and the exit pushed away from her and her back had pressed the wall where the Prize Corner and stages were. She could look over and see the animatronics circled around Cherry Bomb and his Prize Corner.

"He has to suffer!" That was Ballora.

"He has to atone!" That was Funtime Freddy.

He who? William Afton, maybe Michael. If his name was Michael. But what did they mean then? It was obvious they were in disagreement, the real question was why? Why did some of them want The Murderer to atone? "No matter what somebody was going to get killed," she thought bitterly. It seemed as though they heard her thoughts because they all turned towards where she hid in the shadows.

Circus Baby's eyes were a shocking shade of blue, no green, especially in the dark.

Ballora gracefully turned on her toes and leaped to the wall, she crawled like a spider, her eyes on Lysander burned with distrust and animalistic rage. She made her way towards the hidden woman and without any thought, Lysander began to flee. Funtime Freddy was close behind her with the same expression. Funtime Chica and Foxy had soon followed, they left only Cherry Bomb and Baby. The pair looked at Lysander with their bright eyes before Lysander turned away to run for the exit. It was no use as Ballora dropped from the high ceiling and held Lysander up by her throat. Funtime Freddy staggered over with a hysterical laugh and claws at the end of his hands. Why would he need those? She tried to think but was cut off as Freddy swiftly sliced open her stomach and her innards unraveled and hit the round with a sickeningly wet plop.

She didn't feel anything for a while as she looked up into the unfeeling eyes of Funtime Freddy. "What an ironic name," she managed to think as she looked back down to her exposed body. Then the pain hit, a wave of a burning and sharp yet dull sensation suddenly rushed over her body and she shrieked until her throat filled with blood, she choked as she watched her body bleed out. Yet she didn't die. Ballora looked down on her as Lysander's limp yet living body swung in her grip. Lysander managed to spit the blood away as her body gained life again and she screamed yet again, she had a sick intuition that no one would ever hear her.

The animatronics didn't seem to mind, because she could scream as loud as she wanted.

Lysander was damp with sweat when she woke up to her alarm that morning. Groggily, she pulled herself out of bed. Her stomach clenched with the memory of her dream. She was thankful that she didn't have work that day and slowly started her morning routine while the pondered the bizarre realness of her dream. She was cloaked in her robe and full off of coffee by nine o'clock. She paced her living room back and forth. "What the fuck was that?" Was the only thing that rung clearly in her mind, every other thought started only to stop suddenly or to weave into another thought. That was the most vivid nightmare she's ever had and she's had quite a few since her childhood. Every detail of it from the whir of the machines to the ring of her ears from the squeal Bon Bon made as her foot completely crushed him, to the absolute panic that struck her heart when they spotted her burned deeply in her mind.

She didn't know how to distract herself and after a bit of mental dispute, she searched through her old photos of the animatronics to see how far the Funtimes had come. How much different they looked now than about a decade ago. She dropped the photos and sunk into her couch. She was terrified about work, but she felt as though she had a responsibility to go, to let the world know of the poor deaths of those kids. If only she knew the full story, she didn't think she'd ever know. She wasn't sure she wanted to. The rest of her weekend revolved around her thoughts. Monday she walked into the doors of her job. She took a deep breath before she entered the playroom, they had just opened an hour ago and kids slowly trickled in.

She waved to Athena in the entrance. She realized that she was disemboweled right where Athena waved back to her. She shuddered much to Athena's worry. Lysander gave a weak smile before she set off to do her work. She felt surprisingly relaxed around the kids, she could almost let her guard down.

"Hey!"

Lysander turned around to be greeted with the weird Asian boy she had met before.

"You're still alive?" He joked.

"Unfortunately," she quipped, half-truthed, back.

"So Lysander is your name? What nerds did you have for parents?" He mocked.

"My dad named me, I think it's nice. Anyways, what do you need or want?" She cut herself off and focused on her job.

"I honestly just wanted to question you, I saw what you did to Baby. If you're so good with machines why work here?" He asked.

"I mean, I'm not surprised at why you'd ask me that," Lysander stopped to think of a lie. "I just needed quick money," she shrugged.

He didn't believe her yet he still pushed out his hand to shake it. "I'm Russell. Russell Leong."

She smiled. "Lysander Travis."

"You went to the school I go to. I remember seeing your name on the list of students who made it to college. The engineering category was small, the computer engineering one even smaller. You were the only girl there, and one of the two minorities. I also want to go to school for computer engineering, I didn't think I could make it but I saw you and I figured: Hey, they must let anyone up there, huh? So, I was surprised to see you back here," he added a little joke at the end of his slightly complimentary little speech. Lysander laughed at him.

She almost blushed. "Yeah, well I just wanted to come back for a little while.

"I don't see why. There's nothing here in Mayhem, nothing but rich assholes running it up downtown and ruining both the ecosystem and economy," he said sharply. Lysander felt like she could relate to him.

"Trust me, my secretive mom is always off doing some business that I don't know anything about," Lysander said as she spotted an empty table with trash and grabbed her supplies to clean. Russell was quick on her heels.

"So, anyways, I have a project, in my college prep class. I am supposed to do a project on the person who inspired me to pursue my career path, and well. You're the only person on that list I've seen, so-" he kicked his foot shyly.

"Look, you seem smart," Lysander stated. "If not a bit rude. Here's my deal, I'll help you but you gotta help me."

"I don't have any-"

"It's not about money, if I wanted it I'd be on my mom's tit right about now. I mean info about this place, any little conspiracy or rumor you hear about Fazbear's I wanna know."

Russell looked at her in confusion. "Just why are you working here?"

"Yes or no?" She asked, slightly impatiently.

Russell looked at her weirdly before he nodded. "Whatever you're up to. I want in on it."

Lysander laughed lightly in his face. Russell shook his head before he walked off towards the exit. Lysander kind of liked him.

She had worked in a slow cycle where she took orders, delivered them, then wiped off a table. Occasionally she'd slip a small prize to a kid that piqued her interest but nothing interesting. Despite the area where she mainly worked being Freeroaming Ground for the animatronics she hardly saw them. Maybe Circus Baby once or twice being eagerly pulled along by a child.

She was called to deliver a specially made pizza to the table closest to the main stage for a birthday party. Ballora was about to perform for the birthday boy. Lysander was beyond nervous as she remembered the grip of Ballora's spidery fingers tightly around her neck. She waited in pure trepidation for the order she'd have to deliver. The chef handed it to her without care and she made her way over. Each step felt like a thousand years yet she moved entirely too fast. She had slowly built up her confidence as she made her way over to the table. Sweat had beaded on her neck and ran coldly down her back. She was close, she only had to move to giant tray a bit farther. She didn't see Ballora as she danced to her spot. She had been just fine, but she had to go and fuck everything up. Time seemed to slow her tray collided with the metal of Ballora's midsection. Soda and pizza grease slid down Ballora's skinny and sleek frame, slowly it seeped into small cracks. Ballora looked just as shocked as Lysander was if not more.

Lysander looked up to see shock, then disgust, then anger flash across the mother's face. She could hear footsteps as they ran to the beat of Lysander's blood as it rushed through her ears, most likely Rhys'

"She's fine! She just needs to be cleaned up," Rhys assured the angry mother and everyone else. Rhys pulled Lysander to the side with pats on her shoulder to reassure her. "You've kind of cocked up. It's fine, it's fine. You know a lot about the animatronics," Rhys complimented her with a smile under his breath. "Can you fix this?"

Lysander wanted to say no and run away as far as she could

"Possibly, where's the repair room?"

Rhys led her and Ballora on stage and to stage right where the repair room was. "I had taken some supplies out of the supply room." He pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket and walked up to a locked cabinet, he unlocked it and grabbed a giant, folded blue paper. He then grabbed a giant toolbox and placed it on a large table towards the middle of the room.

"That's Ballora's blueprint. I thought you may need it." He said and moved out of her way.

The deep mechanic whir that the animatronics made was much louder in the quietness of the repair room. There was a claw-like machine that poked out of the wall furthest from her. She shuddered as one word rung in her head. "Scooper". Rhys didn't seem to like the room very much either as he stuck to the middle where he was the furthest from any machinery. Ballora carefully danced on the wheel in her foot to the table where she sat down obediently, eyes on the exit.

Rhys coughed through the tense air with a smile. "I'll be back. Don't break her, please." He left Lysander back behind with Ballora. Lysander was still buzzed with adrenaline from before and hadn't comprehended what she had done to Ballora until she was about thirty minutes into her work. She had removed a lot of Ballora's exoskeleton in her midsection and gently wiped her down.

"I had the worst dream," Lysander said to herself as she began to slowly place pieces back together. "You had killed me."

"Dreams can often be scary," Ballora replied and Lysander stopped in her tracks.

"Yeah, I know, but the one I had was really bad." Lysander forced herself to continue.

"Sometimes, when I am afraid, I like to think of things that make me happy," Ballora continued.

"I do too," Lysander agreed with the tall animatronic.

"Sometimes, there isn't much to think about. I like to go blank, to think about no one and nothing."

Lysander looked into her eyes. "That sounds hard, at least for a human."

Ballora finally took her eyes off of the exit to look at Lysander. "It is hard, but very much worth its trouble."

Ballora continued to make small comments about little things before Rhys came to fetch her for later. Lysander was allowed to go home early. She thought about how smart Ballora was as she backed out and made to drive home, she had tried to stop as she passed a stop sign but the break wouldn't work and she swerved into a tree. She got out of her car and paced the sidewalk. She didn't need a car mechanic to realize that her breaks had been cut. She had paced back and forth as she wondered what to do and decided to call Walter.

"Walter, uh, I just crashed my car," she began.

"What? Babygirl, are you okay?" He yelled over the phone, he told her that he was going to pick her up and figure out something. When Walter pulled up half an hour later she made him vow to secrecy, she couldn't imagine her mother's mouth after this.

"Do you know anyone who might hate you enough to do this?" He asked her as he pulled up to her door.

"No, I don't. I don't know many people, all my college friends are far from Mayhem, I thought I never pissed off anyone back in school," she pondered her various choices. A sick asshole that played a horrible prank, Athena, Rhys, Russell, or maybe one of the animatronics. None of those made any sense and she was left stumped. "No, I don't know anyone."

Walter was angry and scared for his stepdaughter. "Lysander, do you want to stay with your mom and me?"

"Absolutely not, no offense," she said quickly and got out of the car. "I'm sure it was some sick bastard, I'm fine. I'll call you later okay." Walter checked Lysander's entire house before he watched her safely settle and then he left. Lysander was scared out of her mind, first Ballora and now someone was out to kill her.

She shouldn't have taken that job.