Once 11 p.m. came around, I got to my feet and stretched, feeling the most relaxed I had in weeks. I stopped by the kitchen to grab a bite to eat then hopped in my car to head to Freddy Fazbear's. I was still nervous about working there, but not nearly as nervous as I was about finding the killer. I really hoped the animatronics could give me some ideas. If the killer was to find out I was looking for him...

I shivered at the thought. I shook my head and turned on the radio. It was too early to get all tense again.

I arrived at the restaurant and walked through the door. I passed by the show stage, giving a curt nod to Freddy and the crew, and went straight to my office. I opened the desk drawer and took out the uniform, quickly changing into it. I figured I might as well look the part while I worked there.

I pulled the key to the building out of my pocket and went around locking the doors. I took a flashlight with me and checked all the rooms to make sure they were all clear. Again, might as well play the part. Besides, it was an easy way to get familiar with the building.

I returned to the office and plopped down in the chair, spinning in it lazily. I checked the clock on my phone and saw I only had one more minute til midnight. I sighed heavily and leaned back. "Here we go again..."

The bell in the office dinged signaling 12. The phone almost immediately began ringing, the answering machine picking it up after a few moments. Phone guy, as I've decided to dub him, soon began his speech for the third night.

"Hello, hello? Hey you're doing great! Most people don't last this long. I mean, you know, they usually move on to other things by now. I'm not implying that they died. Th-th-that's not what I meant. Uh, anyway I better not take up too much of your time. Things start getting real tonight.

"Yeah, no kidding. Talk about a load of bull," I growled at the phone.

Uh... Hey, listen, I had an idea: if you happen to get caught and want to avoid getting stuffed into a Freddy suit, uhh, try playing dead! You know, go limp. Then there's a chance that, uh, maybe they'll think that you're an empty costume instead. Then again if they think you're an empty costume, they might try to... stuff a metal skeleton into you. I wonder how that would work. Yeah, never mind, scratch that. It's best just not to get caught.

"Yeah, no kidding, Sherlock! It sucks!" I hissed angrily.

Um... Ok, I'll leave you to it. See you on the flip side."

I groaned and sighed in exasperation. "I guess I should just be happy I'm not dead," I muttered.

"My, someone has a temper," a voice behind me purred.

I spun around and saw the Marionette standing behind me. Before I could react or call for help, he grabbed me and threw me into the wall. I went headfirst into the concrete and crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

- flashback-

"Mommy, mommy, hurry up!" a 6 year old (y\n) squealed excitedly. She and her mother had just entered Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, (y\n)'s favorite place in the world.

Her mother laughed softly. "I'm coming, sweetie. Just let me pay and then you can go see your friends."

As soon as her mother finished paying, (y\n) sprinted away toward the stage where the animatronics were performing. "Be careful, (y\n)!" her mother called after her before finding a table to sit at.

Since Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica were busy performing, (y\n) made her way over to Pirate's Cove to see her best friend and captain, Foxy. "Ahoy, Captain Foxy! First mate (y\n), reporting for duty!" she called up to the stage, giggling.

The fox turned his head toward the young girl and grinned, a sparkle in his electronic eye. He walked downstage toward the excited child. "Ahoy, lass! How ye be on this fine day?" he greeted.

(Y\n) jumped onto the stage and hugged him, looking up at him saying, "Great, now that I'm here with you."

Foxy chuckled deeply and hugged the child close. "Aye. It be good te see ye, lass."

"(Y\n)! Get off the stage and come eat!" the girl's mother called.

"OK, Mom!" she called back. She looked up at her best friend and said, "I have to go, Foxy. But I promise I'll be back, OK?"

Foxy chuckled and released the girl. "Aye. Enjoy yer food. And have fun watchin the show!"

(Y\n) giggled and hopped off the stage, running over to her mother. After a few minutes, the other animatronics finished performing and were allowed to take a break and interact with the customers. Freddy and Chica came over to the table.

"Hiya, (y\n)!" Chica chirped happily. "How's the pizza?"

"Hi Chica! Hi Freddy!" the young girl greeted. "The food is super yummy!"

Freddy smiled and laughed loudly, ruffling her hair. "Glad to see our favorite customer is enjoying herself. Did you see the show?"

(Y\n) nodded quickly. "It was great as always!"

Suddenly, she felt a pair of cold, metal hands cover her eyes and heard an excited voice say, "Guess who!"

(Y\n) hopped up and down in her seat excitedly and cheered, "Bonnie!"

He laughed and uncovered the girl's eyes, hugging her. "That's right, (y\n)!"

Then, a loud "Yarr harr harr" sounded out through the room. (Y\n) squealed excitedly and turned around to watch her favorite pirate perform. She listened intently, laughing and clapping as Foxy did his piece. His voice seemed to be sticking some, but (y\n) ignored it.

As she was watching the show, another little girl jumped up on the stage. She started saying Foxy was stupid and he looked weird. (Y\n) glared at the girl. "Freddy, that girl is being really mean to Foxy," she said through gritted teeth.

Freddy forced a smile though he found the situation troubling as well. "Don't worry, (y\n). Security will take care of it. Besides, he's a strong, swashbuckling pirate! He won't let a few insults get to him."

As he finished saying that, the whole room gasped and fell silent. Then, the restaurant erupted in panic, mothers screaming in horror and children crying. (Y\n) looked toward her hero and squeaked in terror. Foxy had the girl's head clamped tight in his jaws. Her blood was gushing everywhere. Some of the staff ran up to Foxy and pried his jaws open, breaking them in the process. Foxy stumbled backwards, horrified at what he'd done. He looked over toward (y\n) and his ears flattened on his head seeing the fear in her eyes.

Chica stepped in front of (y\n), blocking the young girls vision. "You don't need to see this," she said softly. The young girl began to cry, small whimpers escaping her throat. The three animatronics looked at her sadly, wishing they could comfort her.

"I'm so sorry," Freddy whispered before (y\n)'s mother pulled her away from them. (Y\n) and her mother were ushered out of the building by a few guards, following the other customers as quickly as possible. The last (y\n) saw of the pizzeria was the curtains of Pirate's Cove closing over Foxy's saddened face.

- end of flashback -

I jolted, coming to again. I looked around frantically, afraid I'd see the Marionette. Instead, I saw Foxy, Freddy, and Chica standing nearby and Bonnie and Goldie guarding the doors to the office. "G-guys?" I whimpered softly. They all looked at me and broke out in huge grins.

"Yay, you're all right!" Chica cheered happily.

Freddy walked over to me and kneeled down, helping me sit up slowly. "How do you feel, (y\n)?"

"I-I'm OK," I said softly. "What happened?"

"You got knocked out," Bonnie said, coming and sitting by me. "The Marionette was trying to drag you to the storage room, but we chased him off. He's lurking around here somewhere. Really, we're just glad to see you're OK." The others nodded in agreement.

I looked up at Freddy, my eyes still wide from shock. "I-I remember," I whispered.

He cocked his head to the side, brow furrowed slightly in confusion. "Remember what?"

"What happened... Back in '87," I mumbled softly.

Freddy's eyes widened in shock and the others gasped. I looked over at Foxy and saw he had backed away, his ears flattened against his head like in my memory and his eyes downcast. "Foxy...," I whispered softly, my eyes filling with tears.

He jumped at my voice and slowly looked at me. When he saw my tears, he whined and ran away down the hall.

"Foxy, wait!" I called after him, jumping up and chasing after him. I quickly made my way to Pirate's Cove. When I pulled back the curtains and stepped inside, I saw him curled up on the floor, his face hidden in his arms.

"G-go away, lass," he cried softly. "I'm nothin but a danger te ye. I'm... I'm a monster."

I walked over and sat down next to him. I wrapped my arms around him and leaned my head against his shoulder. I felt him tense up, but I didn't care. "Foxy, you're not a danger to me. You're certainly not a monster. And I'm not scared of you. You were my best friend before. I'm sorry that happened to you, but I'm really sorry I was so afraid. I never meant to hurt you, Foxy." I pulled his arms away from his face. "Foxy, will you still be my captain?"

He looked at me and smiled weakly, hugging me close to him. "Aye, lass... I will. Thank ye."

I smiled and curled into his chest, gripping his soft fur. He lifted me up and carried me back toward the office where the others still were. He walked in with me in his arms causing Chica to let out a short "aww." He walked over to my chair and set me down gently.

I patted Foxy's head and giggled softly as he leaned into my hand, almost sounding like he was purring. Bonnie laughed. "Well, looks like Foxy found a girlfriend!" Some of the others chuckled while Foxy growled, and I shot Bonnie a playful glare.

Freddy rolled his eyes. "All right guys, enough silliness. Let's get down to business. (Y\n), have you found anything yet?" he asked hopefully.

I nodded my head and said, "Possibly. You see, I did some digging and I have some theories on possible suspects for the killer. I think that the person is middle aged and has worked here for a long time, transferring between each of the establishments as they changed. The only problem is that I don't know any of the people who work during the day. I was wondering if you guys could keep an eye out and tell me if you see anyone who fits that description."

They glanced around at each other, a combination of excitement and doubt playing on their faces. "It sounds like you've been doing a fair bit of research," Freddy began. "But you see, there's a problem with your theory. We all know the workers very well. And you see, all of the workers are your age or younger. The only middle aged person that works here is the owner. Or... You don't think it's him, do you?"

I shook my head. "No, I don't think it's the owner. He's too afraid you guys will tear him to pieces. But to say no one else sounds even remotely close to that description... Well, that just can't be right." I stood and began pacing. "The person would have to be middle aged and have been affiliated with the company in some way, shape, or form since Fredbear's Diner. Unless, you're going to tell me there's been copycat killers for all these years and that's just not reasonable," I stated, forcing a short laugh.

Freddy shook his head. "It sounds like a good theory, but I promise you, there's no one here like that."

I sighed in exasperation. "I guess I'll try and do some more digging. Can't really think of anything else to do, anyway." I checked the clock and saw it was almost 6. "It's almost time for my shift to end. You guys should head on back. I'll tell you if I find anything new tomorrow."

They all nodded and began to file out of the office. Foxy gave me a quick hug before he went back to Pirate's Cove. Chica placed her hand on my shoulder and smiled, saying, "Thanks for trying, (y\n). I know you really do want to help and we all really appreciate your effort."

I smiled back at Chica. "I'm more than happy to do it. I just wish I could find something. I promise, I'll keep looking till I do."

She pulled me into a hug. "I know you will," she whispered before following the others out.

I was left alone for the last few minutes. I gathered my keys yet again and relaxed into the chair, sighing. I didn't really know how much more I could search. I'm pretty sure I found all there was to find. But as I said to them, I'll try my best. I just hope there's something I'm missing.