Updates are slow, I know, and I'm sorry. I'm gonna try and make sure I actually finish this.

It's been 15 minutes of silence and nothing has happened. Neither of us spoke a word as I sat in a corner, fidgeting with parts, and the guard flicking through the cameras. I'm starting to get tireless from lack of activity, plus the guard hasn't informed me about ANYTHING on his end.

Me: "Hey, how's it going over there?"

Guard: "... Ok."

Me: "Uh huh... so where is he?"

Guard: "Hm?"

Me: "Springtrap. Where is he?"

The guard pauses for a moment, then begins to flick through the cameras.

Me: "Well?"

Guard: "Uh... I don't know."

Me: "What? Whaddya mean you don't know? Haven't you been keeping watch?"

Guard: "I was! It's just that... in the middle of it... I don't know what happened. Felt like I was dreaming."

Shit, him too? Still not sure how this supernatural stuff works, but I feel like it's getting worse. How strong can it possibly get?

Me: "Shit, well... Don't worry about it. Have a quick look around, we need to know his whereabouts."

I walk over to where I can see the camera monitor over the guards shoulder, just in case he's hiding too well. As the guard flicks through the cameras, I see nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing is out of place and no evil bunnies are found. Everything remains normal, until the guard stops on one particular camera. The room was pretty standard compared to the rest of the place. Same decrepit walls with Foxy's glowing head on one of them. But something was off... there was this sound. Static. The same familiar static.

Guard: "I... I think I saw something move in there! But... not him."

I don't respond. Instead, I remain focused on the sound. The shadows moving on the wall. Wait, I remember now... It couldn't be... Could it?

Me: "Check around that area, I'm going to check it out. Remember to keep an eye on the vents too."

I march out of the room. The guard almost pipes up as if to say something, but slumps back down again. No point in bringing a weapon, learned that the hard way. Just gonna have to think quick if I get into any trouble.

There I am, standing right outside the room. A large part of me really does not want to go in, but I feel as if I have to. If it's a threat, we need to know about it, but if it's... her. We might be safe after all. I take a deep breath and enter the room.

I am now in the centre of the room. As far as I can tell, there is nobody here. That can't be... I heard the sounds, even the guard seen the movement. There has to be something here. Maybe it moved. There's another room connected to this one, it's likely that it went in there. Only one way to find out. I begin to step toward the next room, but stop almost immediately. What the hell is that noise? It sounds like fumbling, but it's coming from... the ceiling. I look up at the ceiling, but it's just a black void. Weird, the light should be at least slightly illuminating the ceiling, it isn't that high. The fumbling continues, until an object suddenly lands on the ground behind me. It sounded metallic. I snap around only to see a bloodied kitchen knife on the floor. A portion of the edge was stained with blood... That's my blood. That's the knife I landed on back then... Why is it here? Why is it still stained?

Without warning, another object drops beside it. A cup of water spills all over the floor. A crowbar that has been split in half follows shortly after, along with a broken flashlight and finally, a two-way radio that has been crudely taped together. All of these are from back then. I begin to shiver uncontrollably. Then, as if to top it all off, the static comes back. It's pretty quiet, but I recognise it immediately.

Me: "M-Mangle?!"

The static grows louder. There's no doubt about it, that's her. I hear pieces of her voice within the static, but no words. I think I should be happy, but something doesn't feel right.

Me: "How are you here? Now? I thought you were..."

The static gets louder as a hand creeps from the dark void of the ceiling. It's hers, but it's different. It looks burned.

Me: "Mangle?"

She doesn't respond. Instead, more limbs descend from the ceiling. Every single part of the body is burned and withered. Finally, the head is visible. Her eyes are replaced with piercing white dots and her static increases to a deafening volume. This isn't Mangle. She dangles in front of me, staring into my soul. I feel nauseous, I can't move. Her mouth opens, the static now replaced with a horrifying screech. She swings at me with unnatural speed, jaws inches from clamping down on my head. Everything goes white... then black...

I snap up. It appears I'm still on my feet. My heart is still pounding from the encounter, but I take in my surroundings. I'm in the middle of nowhere, right outside a house. It's pouring down with rain and it appears to be night. The door opens slightly ajar by itself, as if to invite me in. A small yellow figure zips past the opening, too fast to make out what it is. With nowhere better to go, I approach the door, taking a look around the front just to make sure. Although, I do notice one major detail.

A purple car was parked in the driveway. It was slightly dented and scraped, not to mention parked awfully. It was as if the driver was always in a hurry. Or just really, really bad at driving.