As night 2 rolled around, GD was getting kind of nervous. Because this night job was a lot harder then the other one. He sat down and picked up the phone to play the message.

Phone: You have one new message! Press one to play and press two to delete

GD: well, this must be a new message. One that I missed today.

GD pressed one to play back the message

PG: Ah...hello, hello! Uh, see, I told you your first night wouldn't be a problem. You're a natural!

GD: You have no clue.

PG: Uh, by now I'm sure you've noticed the older models sitting in the back room. (GD laughed nervously) Uh, those are from the previous location. We just use them for parts now. The idea at first was to repair them...uh, they even started retrofitting them with some of the newer technology, but they were just so ugly, you know? The smell...uh, so the company decided to go in a whole new direction and make them super kid-friendly. Uh, those older ones shouldn't be able to walk around, but if they do, the whole Freddy head trick shoud work on them too, so, whatever.

GD: Oh, crap. Hopefully I am fast enough.

PG: Uh...heh...I love those old characters. Did you ever see Foxy the pirate? Oh wait, hold on...oh yeah, Foxy. Uh, hey listen, that one was always a bit twitchy, uh...I'm not sure the Freddy head trick will work on Foxy, uh. If for some reason he activates during the night and you see him standing at the far end of the hall, just flash your light at him from time to time. Those older models would always get disoriented with bright lights. It would cause a system restart, or something. Uh, come to think of it, you might want to try that on any room where something undesirable might be. It might hold them in place for a few seconds. (That glitch?) might be in some of the newer models too.

GD: Ok why? Why is foxy so, um, different then the others?

PG: One more thing - don't forget the music box. I'll be honest, I never liked that puppet thing. It was always...thinking, and it can go anywhere...I don't think a Freddy mask will fool it, so just don't forget the music box.

GD: Ok, don't all of them think? Except the toy ones.

PG: Anyway, I'm sure it won't be a problem. Uh, have a good night, and talk to you tomorrow. (Click)

Phone: Would you like to play again or delete?

GD: Delete.

Phone. Thank you.

GD: You know, DK, that helps a lot that there is a voice here that doesn't want to kill me.

DK: Yeah, happy to get a voice activated phone from thirty years in the future! (Totally not foreshadow)

Then GD went to his normal routine of music box and checking vents, but then after a while foxy appeared in the hall.

GD: Ok, I want to talk. I know you but you don't know me. I am from your future. I come from the year 1993. I came here in a time machine called DELOKITT. I came here to see an event called the "Bite of '87". Now, where I came from. We are good friends. I can't prove to you. But I do know you. So please don't kill me.

There was a long awkward silence. Foxy didn't attack but after about 30 minutes, foxy responded

Foxy: Ok, I d-don't know w-why, but you s-seem diff-different.

GD: Wow, déjà vu

Foxy: So what is the b-bite of '87?

GD: It is when one of you bite off the frontal lobe of a person which causes this restaurant to get closed.

Foxy: Wh-who is it?

GD was about to say Mangle but then he thought something in his head that not only disproves the blame, but makes him mad at the 1993 foxy.

GD: I don't know.

Foxy: W-well, why did we b-bite off a front-frontal lobe?

GD: (Hesitantly) Th-the Pur-Purp-Purple g-guy.

Foxy: WHAT! H-HIM?

GD: Ok, calm down!

Foxy: N-NO. WE H-HAVE BEEN TRYING TO K-KILL HIM FOR S-SO LONG N-NOW

GD: Don't worry, your future selves are taking care of it.

Foxy: Wh-What am I l-like in the f-future.

GD: Well, a lot less beaten.

Foxy: Good. Well I need to go back before they get worried. You don't want to see them when they are angry.

GD: Oh, I think I already have! (Grins)

Foxy went back to to the parts and service room. GD went back to the regular routine. He survived easily.

He went to DK mad.

GD: Ok, GET ME TO THE 1990's! I need to talk to foxy!

DK: Ok. You don't have to yell.

Then went to 1993 to the 1990's Freddy Fazbear pizza. GD ran inside to Pirates cove.

GD: FOXY!

Foxy: Wha? What is it?!

GD: You lied about the bite of '87. It wasn't mangle. It couldn't of been. If the toy animatronics were equipped with facial recognition software. They didn't have a soul in them. You couldn't of messaged them about the purple guy. So WHO DID IT?

Foxy had a look of guilt, defeat and terror before GD figured it out.

GD: You have no idea! You don't know who caused it!

Foxy: You're right. I don't know. It happened quickly. The place was running normal then we heard a crunch and screaming. Then about 2 and a half weeks later, the place was shut down. And we were brought here three years later to open this place.

GD: Well, That's fine. Sorry for snapping. Wait, where is bonnie?

Foxy: Um, well, Um, I don't know?

GD: (Suspiciously) Hmm. Ok. We'll tell me if you see them.

Foxy: OK

GD said goodbye to chica and foxy, grabbed some supplies from his own universe, and left. Then he headed back to 1987. He walked over the parts and service room.

GD: Ok guys. I have some supplies to fix you guys so if you are interested cone my office tonight together. Well, if you accept, then see you all tonight.

GD didn't notice but all of the animatronics looked at foxy. He nodded. They all lifted their heads in joy. They were going to get fixed!