The rain endlessly poured on the road, creating large puddles as flashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder interrupted the calm downpour. It was past midnight, the lamp posts were the only sources of light, vaguely shining on the roads and the parked cars.

Everyone was in their own homes, safe and sound asleep, waiting for the storm to pass and the morning calm.

Then something stood out in the darkness, a tall dark figure drenched in water, limping on the wet pavement. It groaned everytime it moved along its raspy, rugged and pained breaths.

But it was not a man, nor anything living. It was a rusting animatronic, an aged and corroding rabbit with a permanent grin on its face, its outer layer of skin was yellowed by the time it spent being locked away. It wasn't of this world, but it was bound to roam it until it finishes what it had started... To do the devil's work.

It twitched as it walked through the rain, searching for the boy who escaped its evil clutches all those years ago. It was angry, angry that he had escaped again. Its anger fueled its rampage, it almost had him in the hospital.

That little brat was not meant to survive.

I waited thirty years.

I've finally found you, little Eddie.

It's time to die.


Nick stayed in the corner of the small storage room, mouth hanging open and tears running down his face, unable to accept the truth, the truth that had been hidden from him. He is the fifth child, he is the sole survivor, the reason why the souls had been reaching out to him ever since he began working at Fazbear's Fright.

It was all part of the plan, he was meant to work there, to help them. The children had been in pain for so many years...

Nick sat there motionless, staring in space for he did not know how to save them from the evil man's curse. He did not know where to start. It has been made clear that he could stop Springtrap, but how?

Lots of thoughts clouded his mind: he was cursed since the beginning, since that fateful night in 1986 and that the past will always come back for him no matter how hard he tries to run away from it.

Beside his feet was the flashlight he had been using, its light was still on, beamed at total darkness. Then suddenly, a faint groan came from the dark, making Nick jump. He picked up the flashlight and retreated back into the corner.

The beam of light moved about as Nick scanned the place, illuminating various objects that were dusty and covered in cobwebs. The sounds grew louder as Nick's temples throbbed, along with a knot forming in his throat.

There was dead silence, only echoes of his breathing and the pained groaning was heard. He tried brushing it away knowing that it could be one of the children that were watching him earlier.

"Hey." A soft whisper came from his left, he turned to the source and beamed the light. It shone on the corridor just outside the storage room, lighting an old yellow hand on the floor holding a microphone.

Nick moved the flashlight upward, the hand was connected to an entire animatronic: it was a yellow bear with a top hat, sitting on the floor and head tilted to one side. Its mouth was hanging open showing its lower set of plastic teeth, its eyes were pitch black, only white dots were in place for its pupils.

It was a golden Freddy.

The pupils moved towards his direction until it made eye contact with the man.

Nick blinked and the animatronic was gone.

He sighed as he cautiously scanned the place for any signs of the phantoms, but there were none. He laid his head back on the wall and clutched his chest, feeling his rapidly beating heart slowing down, calming his nerves.

But something still made him feel uneasy, as if the presence was still there, he felt goosebumps run down his entire being as something moved in the corner of his eye, a figure that stood out in the darkness. Fear within him returned, he slowly moved his eyes to the right followed by his head.

Freddy was there right beside him.

He gasped as those eyeless sockets stared at him as if it was seeing his entire being. It drew closer, the sounds of rusting joints came from it as it moved towards him. Then the animatronic let out a deep scream and it was loud, Nick covered his ears but the sound was still there, piercing though his ears.

"Stop!" He pled, but there was no stopping it, "STOP!" He shut his eyes and buried his head between his knees.

The screaming stopped.

"What are you doing there? The games are about to start!" A voice suddenly spoke up, it sounded like a child. Nick felt a little hand on his shoulder and began shaking him. He rose his head up and the darkness was gone, but instead it was full of light. In front of him was a little girl no older than ten, brunette hair ponytailed and wearing a pink blouse and black skirt.

"What?" Nick replied, but he did not hear his own voice, he heard a child's voice instead, "What did you say?" He repeated and he still sounded different.

"The games are about to start!" The little girl said.

"Game?" He asked.

"Yeah we'll get prizes if we win!" She reached out her hand and he took it.

Nick stood up and realized that he was no longer in the basement, there were balloons everywhere of different sizes and colors, they were either tied to the chairs or up on the ceiling. Tables were around the place with checkered tablecloths draped on top of them. On top were dozens of plates already used up. At the far end of the place was a stage with colorful curtains with a large banner hanging across it with the words:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EDDIE!

"Eddie! Come on!" The girl tugged on his hand and he followed. He realized that the birthday was not a vision...

It was one of his repressed memories.

On the stage was a large and adorable mascot: Bonnie the Bunny, playing his red electric guitar and singing as a crowd of children and parents gathered up and sang along with it. Towering amongst the crowd were the other three mascots: Freddy Fazbear, Chica the Chicken and Foxy the Pirate, serving the guests cake and beverages.

Nick joined along with the cheering crowd and danced along with them, sharing their laughter and enjoying the moment.

Then something caught his eye, there was another animatronic at the far end of the place, a yellowed, older version of Freddy holding a large platter of cake. Upon seeing the cake made his mouth water: it was made of pure chocolate.

The figure started treading away from him and he sounds of cheers were washed away when he decided to follow it.

The figure walked along a corridor with him tailing, breathing in the smell of the freshly baked treat. It went around the corner and as soon as he went around, it was gone, nothing but an empty hallway.

"Follow me." The Freddy mascot stuck out his head from the end of the place. The boy followed suit, hastily running towards it. He reached the end and a large door was there labeled:

PARTS AND SERVICE

The door was hanging open and he went in. Inside the room were four of his friends, all of them were sitting near a table and eating on a plate of cake.

"What are you doing here?" He spoke up and the children all looked at him.

Then the door began creaking, startling them all. He turned around and the door silently closed shut as a man wearing a purple shirt stood there, smiling at them.

But his smile was different, it wasn't a playful smile. It felt different, it felt...

Evil.

His hand bolted the door shut, "You're all my children now." He grimly said, "Especially you, Eddie, YOU ARE THE MAIN ATTRACTION." The man's hand behind his back slowly raised upward and there was a glint of silver.

A giant butcher knife.

The man lunged at them, brandishing his weapon and laughing. It was followed by flashes of silver, screams of pain and pleads of mercy.

"Why are you doing this?!"

"Somebody help us!"

"Please stop!"

The next thing he knew he was hanging on the wall by his arms unable to move and unable to scream, he tried opening his eyes but couldn't do it fully, he was only seeing through his eyelashes as a man wearing a bloodstained shirt placed a large mask over his head. There was only light through the two eye holes.

He looked through them, the man was staring back at him and smiling, "It's perfect! My collection's complete!" He laughed in the most insane way one could imagine, congratulating himself for the wicked deed that he had done. The purple man drew closer to him and whispered, "You're a perfect fit."

Excruciating pain was all over his body, Nick was catching his breath as a cold metal surface was pressing against his lungs and squeezing the breath out of him.

The man walked towards the door, went outside and shut it behind him sealing the dying children in total darkness. Soft cries filled Nick's ears, he turned his head to one side and all his friends were there, in the same state as he was: bleeding to death and entombed inside an animatronic.

"H-help us." The cries echoed in the place. Nick couldn't help them, they were all groaning and pleading.

"E-E-Ed?" A girl's whimpering voice came from his right, "P-please s-save us." She gurgled.

"S-Stay w-with me, G-ina." Nick cried as the deep stab wounds on his abdomen bled even more, "Please."

"I-I think, I-I ca-c-can't." She stuttered, "He-help, me." She sobbed.

Nick let the tears flow from his eyes like waterfall, it was even painful to hear that all of his friends were dying, and he couldn't do anything to save them, "Pl-please, s-stay." He spat from his bloodied mouth.

But there were no more whimpers, not even faint cries.

"Lewis? Gina?" He called, but there was only the sound of blood dripping on the ground, "Mark? Lily?"

Still no answer.

He was alone.

He was afraid.

Everyone was dead.

Nick willed himself to wobble out of the claustrophobic suit, using all of his remaining ounce of strength to break free. He did not want to be like them, he did not want to die in this place. He screamed as the large gashes on his chest drew blood as the metal endoskeleton pressed against his body while he struggled.

Then the screws of his suit suddenly unbolted, releasing him from the casing that was supposedly his final resting place. He dropped on the ground, pain soaring in his entire being. "I-I'm so sorry." He wept, attempting to use his hands to push him into standing up.

He gasped for air and the surroundings changed, he was back in the basement. He quickly stood up and ran back to the stairs.


Jodi stepped out of the bathroom, she was no longer wearing her dirty hospital uniform, she was wearing a black tshirt that was a little big compared to her skinny frame. She turned off the lights of the bathroom and began walking to the living room, but Nick was nowhere to be found.

"Nick?" Jodi called but there was no reply, "Nick!" She repeated.

The curtains gently waved as flashes of lightning happened outside, interrupting the calmness of the atmosphere.

"Nick?" She went into the living room still searching for him, "Where are you?" She whispered.

She proceeded walking to the front door, "Nick, where are-?" She gasped upon catching sight of the front door, she moved away from the door and hid behind a pillar. Her heart raced and tears formed in the corner of her eyes.

Springtrap found her.