A\N: Here it is, the answers to the questions I was never asked!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

I don't know why I was bringing the plushie with me to work today. I just quickly picked it up and left.

Shortly after I arrived, I got a phone call, just like the previous three nights. This one however, was the last one I would get. How do I know? Well, because, he told me, and he was… Killed. When I heard the screams, I screamed as well. Judging by the noises I heard, they did not go easy on that guy. This terrified me, because there's a chance of me sharing the same fate.

I was so scared that I forgot to check the cameras. I saw that Foxy was peeking out of the curtain, and Bonnie was backstage. And he had his face extremely close to the camera, and his eyes were completely black, save for the small white circles in the center. I heard the clanging of pots and pans. I had come to know this noise as Chica in the kitchen.

I heard Freddy's laughter, and I checked every cameras until I noticed his eyes in the dining area. Why did he have to hide in the dark? Was that his way of taunting me? Why would he want to taunt me? I was really going insane…

Bonnie was at the door, and I closed it as fast as I could. I thought it would be like every other time he showed up, where he stood there for a few minutes and left. But I was wrong. I knew I was wrong when I heard it.

"Hey, little girl! Why are you being so shy?"

No, no, no, no. He was talking to me, he was actually talking to me! He said it in a way that if I was a child during the day, I would instantly hug him, but in this situation he made it sound so creepy and disturbing. I was so terrified that I took the Golden Freddy plushie and hugged it, as a way to find some sort of comfort. Now I was glad I brought it with me.

After Bonnie left, I never felt more relieved in my life. He had been creepy before now, but now he was just flat out terrifying.

Foxy ran towards my office because I forgot to check on him, and I barely managed to close the door in time. Foxy banged on the door, before leaving.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in my head. I gripped my head in pain as it felt like something was about to burst out of it. I closed the doors, afraid that someone might come in while I'm in this condition. I was starting to hear voices in my head.

"Join us."

"We miss you."

"Please… Don't leave us again…"

As soon as it started, it stopped. I opened my eyes when the pain was gone, and I heard Freddy laughing. I checked the cameras and found him staring into the camera. His white eyes still glowing in the darkness. I was glad I shut the door, because if I didn't, I would most likely be dead right now. I checked the time, 4:16 AM and I was at 41% power. What!? These doors really do drain lots of power, since I could've sworn I was at least 60% when I got that sudden headache.

"I can make it…" I said to myself. I hoped I wasn't lying to myself. I had to repeat that to myself for almost an hour, as I checked the cameras and held the plushie to my chest.

I checked the time, it was 5:49 AM, and I had 4% power. Knowing there was most likely nothing I could do, I closed my eyes and squeezed the plush Golden Freddy, praying that I would have enough time.

And then, the power went off.

I heard what sounded like music. This is it, I'm going to die. The music stopped, and I felt someone grab me and drag me out of the room. I opened my eyes, and saw that Freddy Fazbear was the one dragging me to my doom. I began to struggle.

"NO! LET ME GO!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. After struggling with all my strength, I managed to break out of his grip. I dropped the plushie in the process. Then, the weirdest thing happened. Freddy just looked down at the plushie. I quickly ran away while he was distracted.

"You look like you almost got killed. Are you sure you want me to show you this?" Sasha asked after we got home. I nodded.

"Yes. I need to know." I said. Sasha went to another room and came back with a small box. She opened it and took what looked like a newspaper clipping.

"Christa, how much of your childhood do you remember?" Sasha asked. I shrugged.

"Not much. I don't remember anything before the car crash that landed me into a coma." I said.

"Christa… You were never in a car crash as a kid." Sasha said. My eyes widened. What does she mean!? She had to be lying!

"Of course I was! How do you explain me waking up in the hospital with bandages on my head!? Or these scars on my head!?" I yelled. Sasha sighed.

"Read this." Sasha said while handing the newspaper to me. As I read it, I couldn't believe it. It felt like I was being slapped in the face the more I read.

And then, I screamed out of shock and horror, before fainting. As I blacked out, the last sentence went through my mind.

"...One of the children, Christa Lenz, age 5, ran away to get help, but didn't make it very far since she ended up being attacked by one of the animatronics. She is currently in the hospital, struggling to stay alive, while the other four children have yet to be found."

A\N: Okay, so how many of you saw that plot twist coming? Probably nobody, but still. Anyways, see you guys next time.