I entered the restaurant and noticed the once again malevolent feeling that hung in the air. It was still incredibly dark, making the place appear twice as eerie as it already was. It seemed so impossibly silent that a pin could drop in a closed room on the opposite side of the building and I would still be able to hear it.

I passed by the animatronics quickly, not wishing to spend any more time in their presence than necessary. I entered the office and practically collapsed into the chair. I once more donned the security guard hat and clutched the tablet nervously, waiting for the midnight bells to chime. It wasn't long at all before death once more greeted me.

The bells chimed and once more the phone began to ring. I know (y\n) said to just ignore it, but I couldn't help to be intrigued by what the guy had to say. A dead killer or not, he seemed to know what he was talking about the night before. It might not hurt to at least listen to what he has to say.

"Uhh, Hello? Hello? Uh, well, if you're hearing this and you made it to day two, uh, congrats! I-I won't talk quite as long this time since Freddy and his friends tend to become more active as the week progresses. Uhh, it might be a good idea to peek at those cameras while I talk just to make sure everyone's in their proper place. You know...

Uh... Interestingly enough, Freddy himself doesn't come off stage very often. I heard he becomes a lot more active in the dark though, so, hey, I guess that's one more reason not to run out of power, right? I-I also want to emphasize the importance of using your door lights. There are blind spots in your camera views, and those blind spots happen to be right outside of your doors. So if-if you can't find something, or someone, on your cameras, be sure to check the door lights. Uh, you might only have a few seconds to react... Uh, not that you would be in any danger, of course. I'm not implying that. Also, check on the curtain in Pirate Cove from time to time. The character in there seems unique in that he becomes more active if the cameras remain off for long periods of time. I guess he doesn't like being watched. I don't know. Anyway, I'm sure you have everything under control! Uh, talk to you soon."

Gosh, I hope (y\n) straightened things out. I really didn't want another character to have to deal with. But alas, mere moments after the recording ended, I heard some sort of deep, thickly accented voice singing from what sounded like Pirate's Cove. I checked the cameras to be sure and low and behold, Foxy was peeking his head out of the curtains. It seemed (y\n) was wrong after all.

- Freddy's P.O.V. -

We sat still in our proper places as (y\n) left. Chica wanted to wait at the front door and greet Mike, but I knew that would terrify him. After all, he was given a good fright and had a very good reason not to trust us. Bummed as Chica was, she understood and everyone agreed to stay still, silent, and not bother him any tonight. We wanted to gain his trust and befriend him after all. And if he's good enough for (y\n), he's good enough for us.

We all stayed in our places as midnight drew closer. Once the bell chimed, we heard the phone ringing in the office. I cringed internally. Dead or not, the memories of phone guy still haunted me and the others and I knew the recordings would only make Mike more wary of us.

As the recording ended, we all heard a strange sound. For the first time since (y\n) joined us, Foxy was singing it Pirates Cove. Why was he doing that?

Without moving, Chica whispered, "Its been a long time since Foxy sang that old sea shanty. Not since it implied, er, something darker. Why do you think he started this up again?"

"I don't know," I whispered back. "Maybe he's trying to comfort Mike, but I doubt it will work. He'll probably just scare the poor guy more." That's when I heard the sound of fabric rustling. I glanced over and what I saw would have turned my skin pale if I had any. Foxy was leaning out of the curtains, jaw hanging wide open in a sadistic grin. But the most disturbing part, the part that proved Chica and Bonnie had reason to worry and that something was definitely wrong, was that his eyes were pure black except for white spots for pupils. This wasn't Foxy, this was something else.

"Bonnie, Chica, we need to do something. If we don't find a way to restrain Foxy or snap him out of whatever trance he's in, he'll try to kill Mike." Neither of them said or did anything. "Guys?" They both slowly turned their heads to stare at me. I gasped in horror. Their eyes were the same as Foxy's. With a sadistic grin of his own, Bonnie turned his head around forward and stepped off the stage, heading to where Mike sat awaiting what could very possibly be his doom.

- Mike's P.O.V. -

I know the phone guy said I need to keep an eye on Foxy, but with the sound of heavy, metallic footsteps sounding through the building, it was going to be difficult balancing between Foxy, Bonnie, and Chica. I was just going to have to give up some camera time for the previous night's visitors and be more adamant about checking the doors.

I quickly switched off Pirate's Cove and onto the main stage. I noticed Bonni had left. Goldie, Chica, and Freddy were still there, but Freddy seemed to have a fearful and almost sympathetic expression. Switching off the main stage, I managed to locate Bonnie in one of the party rooms. Though he was nearing his way here, he was still pretty far away. I looked away from Bonnie and switched back to Foxy. I gulped nervously and felt my heart sink. He was leaning farther out of the cove. I could tell he was going to run soon.

I set down the camera and tried to control my breathing. I checked both doors and saw Bonnie and Chica were still elsewhere. Glancing at the power, I cringed. I was using too much. I was going to have to ease up on my use or else I'd run out. Then I'd really be dead.

Looking back at the cameras, I was relieved to see that Foxy hadn't moved any. However, Chica had left the stage and Bonnie had moved as well. I found Bonnie closer than before at the end of the hallway and it sounded like Chica was in the kitchen. I glanced back at Foxy and noticed he was staring directly at the camera, his head tilted at what seemed an impossible angle.

I set the camera back down once more and checked the left hallway. I screamed in terror and shut the door upon seeing Bonnie's face in the window. I switched on the light to the right door and quickly shut the door. Chica was paying me a visit too. I sat nervously and watched as the power slowly drained. It was 5 a.m. and I was down to 5%. I turned in the door lights to check if Bonnie and Chica were gone. They were still there!

I whimpered nervously. After a few more moments, I thought I heard what sounded like the retreating of metal feet. Checking the door lights once more, I was thrilled to see they both were gone. I opened the doors without bothering to check where they were and checked on Pirate's Cove. The fox was gone!

I searched frantically through the cameras and found him sprinting down the hallway. Before I could shut the door, he leaned into the doorway and let out a terrifying screeched. I cried out in terror and fell out of my chair. I tried to get to my feet and run but Foxy was on me before I could run. He grabbed my shirt with his hook and my shoulder with his hand and started dragging me down the hallway. Within moments, we had arrived to a storage room. He opened the door and threw me to the floor. He shut it behind him so I had nowhere to run.

I looked up and saw a Freddy suit sitting on the table. I tried to crawl away but Foxy stabbed my leg with his hook and drug me back toward him. I screamed in pain and terror but my struggling was futile. He lifted me and prepared to stuff me into the suit.

As he was lowering my legs in, I heard the bell chime for 6 a.m.. Foxy stopped and dropped me, causing me to hit the floor and the suit to clatter down along with me. I watched as he opened the door and headed back to the main room. I also watched Bonnie walk by. I quickly stood and limped my way back to the security office. I looked at the camera and saw everyone back in their rightful spots.

I dropped the tablet onto the table and leaned my head into my palms. I couldn't stop shaking and my leg was throbbing. I didn't really care that it was bleeding. I just wanted to leave. After a few minutes I heard (y\n) unlock the door. I was going to have to tell her I quit. I couldn't keep doing this. I just hoped she'd understand.

Her footsteps sounded out closer and closer to the room. As she entered the office, she said, "Good morning, Mike. How was last -" She stopped suddenly. Within moments, she was at my side. "Goodness, Mike, what happened?!"

I humbly shook my head. "I-it wasn't any better. It was worse. It wasn't just Bonnie and Chica now. F-Foxy joined the club too." My voice cracked as I said, "He almost killed me. He drug me to the storage room and tried to stuff me into a suit. I-If 6 a.m. hadn't come, I'd be dead."

"Oh, Mike... I'm so sorry," she whispered. It sounded as if she might be crying. Then she hugged me, saying, "I don't understand what's happening, but I promise you I'll figure this out."

I looked at her and saw she indeed was crying. I slowly hugged her back, nuzzling my face into her hair. My shaking began to slow and my breathing calmed. We held each other like that for a while. After some time, she released me and said, "Do you trust me?"

I paused for a moment but nodded slowly. "Yes, I trust you, (y\n).

She nodded. "Good. Then follow me."

"Where are we going?" I asked curiously.

"I'm going to introduce you to the crew."