I came back onto the stage, where Freddy and Chica were both waiting. I tested the fixed jaw, glad that they finally took care of it.

We had told Heston that I had fallen off the show stage and landed the wrong way one night. He was quite disappointed that such a dumb little thing could break a jaw, but these costumes are quite delicate. Before 8:00, I was already backstage, and now I'm already finished.

"Well, that was easy," says Freddy. "Did they really have to do much to get it fixed? You were back there for less than an hour."

I shook my head. "No, they didn't really do too much. They just had to tamper with the wires in the mask a bit, and that's all I remember them doing."

He nodded. "Well, it's Friday. Typical Fridays. Always crowded. I'm glad you got that fixed because I can expect these next three days to be the busiest for this place. Opening weekend."

I looked out toward kid's cove. The engineers had removed new Foxy for the moment, but I was sure the animatronic would be back there in time. They had designed the cove especially for toddlers.

The day went by, and as Freddy had predicted, it was indeed a busier day than usual. The crowd was larger than the typical day, and we had to participate in more parties than usual. I didn't exactly see why they wouldn't put the party rooms into effect yet, but it was possible that they were still working out the kinks—they wanted everything to be perfect before they open it up.

The night drew closer and closer. If things kept working the way they were, night five would be the toughest night for Kyell to handle. Then he can quit and they will hire a new guard for slaughter.

When Mike Schmidt left, I headed down to the office. The lights in the hallways and party rooms were still on, but inside the office, only one small light illuminated the entire room. It was extremely dark due to someone killing the bulbs earlier.

Final checks swept through the pizzeria, and I returned to the show stage for the moment. Kyell headed down to the office, mumbling several words under his breath. He was hunched over, his feet flopping on the carpet, and soon, the tile with every step.

The last of the crew finally checked out around 11:50. A few minutes later, the lights went out, just like always. Right away, all three of us started to move toward the office, trying to get there before anyone else. This night would be Kyell's last and toughest night yet.

Kyell flashed several lights in the hallways. Knocking over several chairs and a table on the way, I stumbled over to the main hallway and was soon joined by the other two. Old Bonnie was in the doorway. We watched him move down the main hallway toward the office.

We continued down the main hallway. When Kyell used his flashlight, I could barely make out the giant shadow of a fox on the wall. However, it wasn't moving. Rather, it seemed to hold itself in place.

Turning the corner, I found Foxy watching Kyell down the long hallway. The office itself was nearly pitch black, the only source of light being that one bulb. The tiny blue light was what separated Kyell from that suit in Parts & Service and the front door.

I split from the others. While Freddy decided to take the hallway, I opted for the party rooms on the right side of the office while Chica used the two rooms on the left side of the office.

Looking out, I watched as Foxy retreated back into Parts & Service without running down to check on Kyell first. Huh. He must be all worn out from his many runs last night. Old Bonnie entered the adjacent party room from me. Old Freddy had taken Foxy's old spot, staring down the hallway toward Kyell.

My ears perked up at the sound of breaking glass right behind me. I was so busy watching the others that I had no idea that Old Chica had snuck in behind me. As usual, her jaw was wide open, showing off both misaligned sets of teeth. She had knocked over a glass from one of the tables behind me. The camera in the room whirred as I turned around to face her.

Then she left. She strolled out the doorway, and I watched as she continued down the hall, lights continuing to flicker on and off. She entered the adjacent party room, the one that led to the left vent. I glanced back at the camera in the room to find that it had gone inactive, and followed her closely.

Along the way, I saw that Foxy had just left Parts & Service for his first run down to the office. He zoomed straight past me, and I watched as he crashed into the back wall of the office. As expected, he then darted back toward home at Parts & Service.

From the other side, something entered the vent. The sound had become unmistakable, too familiar that it now alarmed us whenever we heard it. I watched the left vent party room and saw Chica glance inside. She reached into the vent and seemed to grab something. She began to pull it out of the vent, but I hadn't time to watch with Old Chica about to enter the right vent. All I caught sight of was something lavender before I turned toward the other party room.

Too late! Old Chica was already inside the office, staring down at Kyell. I didn't hear her sneaking through the vent, and I couldn't see her going in through the main entrance. I had blanked out as I was watching something that Chica already had covered, and now there was the danger of Old Chica killing Kyell.

But Kyell had reacted fast and flipped on the mask immediately. The light in the office began to flicker, and Old Chica disappeared in a matter of seconds. Trying to predict where she went involved much more guessing than reasoning with the lack of a light, so much more that I basically gave up on trying to find her until she would appear again.

Kyell kept using his flashlight. I wasn't used to the reduced light either, but he was to conserve his flashlight's battery if he really wants to get out of this building again.

Taking the vent, I entered the office. It allowed me to make sure that nothing else was in the vent for any reason, and I didn't need to take the risk of having someone slam into me.

I snuck in. Kyell was still using his flashlight erratically, shining it not only down the hallway, but down the vents as well, even though the vent's lights would have been a much better option.

"What are you doing?" I ask, causing him to jolt in the middle of a motion.

He looked toward me. "Oh. It's you. I'm trying to find everyone. I hate how I have barely any light for the night."

I took the flashlight from him and set it down on the desk. "Well, you're going to have to save it because this thing's not going to last the entire night."

He picked it up. "Well, I'm not going to know where everyone is, and I won't know if someone's coming or not."

Well, is someone acting like a novice right now! "I thought you knew to use the vent lights and listen for everyone's movements! Sure, you're going to have to know specifically who out of the seven of us is moving, but that's what the vent lights are for! Only use the thing when you really have to, like if Foxy's about to run down or if you don't know who's on the move." I didn't want to have to reteach everything to him. It seemed as if everything he learned in the past four nights just left him.

"I'm sorry," he says, his voice now shaking. "I'm just a bit nervous, that's what. Less light, quirky animatronics that become more difficult to keep away as the week progresses, it's just tough to try to keep track of seven animatronics."

"Well, really, four," I say.

"Incoming!" I yell, pushing Kyell under the desk. He flipped on the mask and cradled his legs, rocking back and forth as he waited.

Foxy flew straight over me, both of his arms reaching down. His hook caught my left ear, and it disoriented me so much that I didn't even know I had gone down until I was already down. Then, as usual, Foxy crashed into the wall—a bit lower than usual, but nothing really strange—and left the room. As always, he was mumbling some words under what is now a nearly broken voice box.

Beeps. Clicks. Static. Old Bonnie appeared in the doorway and just left, heading back down the hallway.

"And those two are of the four that I speak of," I say once Bonnie is out of sight. I stood up, brushing myself off.

Kyell used his flashlight to verify that everyone was gone. He then checked both vents using their respective lights. Nothing.

He checked his wristwatch. "2:34. I'm going to make it out of this night, whether it kills me or not. I'm going to finish this shift," he says to no one in particular.

Old Freddy's silhouette appeared in the hallway before disappearing back into the depths of the pizzeria. Another laugh. Kyell flipped on the mask for a moment before returning to the cameras.

As Kyell continued to cycle through the cameras again, Old Freddy would just not stop laughing. It remained constant as he browsed the pizzeria, his pattern unknown. Kyell took note of him in one of the party rooms.

Something entered the vent. I checked both lights while Kyell was still occupied with the cameras. Nothing for now, but looking back at the tablet, I saw that he did flip to the left vent, finding Old Bonnie back inside. He placed the tablet down and flashed his light down the hallway, revealing Foxy. He was preparing for a run down to the office. No surprise there.

Another hour passed, and Old Bonnie had left the vent and is now wandering around the main hall. Foxy still hasn't run down to the office since he caught my ear. I would look at it in the morning and see if it suffered any minor damage. Old Chica and Old Freddy were both in the same party room—one that did not lead directly to a vent.

Foxy ran down for the second time tonight. I watched from Parts & Service, and from what I was able to see down the hallway, nothing had went wrong in the office.

"Endos!" yells Foxy. "Get yer' suits on!"

He's not an endoskeleton. I wanted to tell him, but what power do I have? His facial recognition has gone down the drain, and he really wouldn't see the difference between a naked endoskeleton and a person.

I entered Parts & Service. Not the smartest idea, but I did so I could kill a bit more time. Kyell was fine. Last time I checked, both Freddy and Chica were just outside, so they could rush to help him should anyone ever sneak into the office through the vents.

The interior was lit up by a tiny light bulb on the ceiling. It left the corners of the room completely dark, and I could only see the outlines of all the spare parts scattered across the floor. The spare Fazbear suit was slumped up against the wall, completely limp as there was nothing—or no one—inside.

I turned toward the other side. What is that? It was slumped up against the wall like the suit, and it even sat in plain sight in one of the brightest parts of the room. Yet it was completely black. Its outline represented an old Freddy Fazbear costume, but other than that, it seemed to bear no resemblance to the character. There were only two white dots where the eyes would have been, staring off into blank space. It didn't even seem real. Rather, it looked like some strange shadow projected by something, something that didn't even exist.

I looked away, out back toward the hallway. Old Bonnie was headed toward the dining area. Nothing else seemed to be happening outside. No one was moving, or talking, or screaming.

Then I looked back at that wall. The thing was gone. Everything else was still in here—the parts, the real costume, even Foxy. But it seemed that the strange shadow has gone back into the slums of the room, retreated to one of the pitch black corners.

Foxy sprung to life again and entered the main hallway. He stared down the corridor, watching the office.

I left Parts & Service. That place was weird—pretty much anything can happen in that room at this time, and among those strange happenings is the old generation of animatronics actually activating. I decided that the shadow-Freddy thing was the least of my worries for the night, as Old Chica had gone into the party room. I listened as she snuck into the office through the left vent, and Kyell, who surely wasn't ready for such an appearance, yelped and flipped on the mask.

But Old Chica didn't seem to leave the office. Rather, she continued to stare down at Kyell with no intent to leave. What's going on? Shouldn't she be fooled by the mask?

I continued to watch. Nothing happened. Everything seemed to be at a standstill as Old Chica continued to stare down at Kyell like a statue.

Then with one step, she advanced upon him.