A weird note is plastered on a dusty folder you found laying around.

"Damn you Google Translate! Can't you give me a single understandable translation for once? Can't even translate two words for the title, ugh."

…

Whaaaaat? ? ?

Finally, you decide it's better to just put it back in place and not question the note's words.

After Mike managed to calm the robot, he finally went to sleep, letting Arnold do what he wanted as long as he was being careful with the hook.

Without any kind of wait, sleep came to the tired man, but again, it would be a stretch to say it would go perfectly fine.

The nightmares did not waited to start.

He was… somewhere, a new place.

Or was it?

Looking around, the guard nearly panicked when he took notice of the hall, the desk as well as the vents.

The drawings, behind him, were there, too.

"Why am I back here?"

Suddenly, he noticed a mask on the desk.

"So… I am asleep, yet fully aware that I am dreaming… strange."

Mike took the mask, and examined it, only to notice it was the front of the face of a Freddy suit.

"Is it the mask Jeremy referred to?"

The dreamer thought about it for a few moments, before he shrugged.

"Meh, surely nothing bad can happened since I'm sleeping."

Ironically, everything could go wrong.

And it did not took long before it started.

First, the phone began to ring, and the night guard, out of reflex, went to tune it off, as he always found them annoying.

However, before he could even touch a button, the message played itself, letting a man's voice, still young, but he had some kind of a croak to it, like a frog trying to breath normally.

"Uh, hello? Hello, hello? Uh, hello and welcome to your new summer job at the new and improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizza."

"New and improved? Summer job? But Jeremy told me it would be a year this week, and we are already well advanced in Autumn."

While continuing to think about it, the message kept playing.

And Mike sure was surprised by what he heard next.

"Uh, now, I want you to forget anything you may have heard about the old location, you know. Uh, some people still have a somewhat negative impression of the company. Uh... that old restaurant was kind of left to rot for quite a while, but I want to reassure you, Fazbear Entertainment is committed to family fun and above all, safety. They've spent a small fortune on these new animatronics, uh, facial recognition, advanced mobility, they even let them walk around during the day. Isn't that neat? But most importantly, they're all tied into some kind of criminal database, so they can detect a predator a mile away. Heck, we should be paying them to guard you."

"So, an incident already occurred at another location? Strange… Wait, facial recognition? Criminal database? What's going on with this company? ! ? Oooh, if Francis ever hear about this…"

But the guard was suddenly brought back to reality, or dream in this case, by the incongruity of the last sentence, making him blink in surprise, before he quickly tried to suppress an uncontrollable desire to laugh.

Mike could not help himself, he snorted in a very unceremonial manner, as the content of the call changed quite… radically.

When he understood what the man on the end of the line was now talking about, all amusement faded, replaced by an expression of disbelief as the gravity of the situation dawned on him.

"Uh, now that being said, no new system's without its... kinks. Uh... you're only the second guard to work at that location. Uh, the first guy finished his week, but complained about... conditions. Uh, we switched him over to the day shift, so hey, lucky you, right? Uh mainly he expressed concern that certain characters seemed to move around at night, and even attempted to get into his office. Now, from what we know, that should be impossible. Uh, that restaurant should be the safest place on earth. So while our engineers don't really have an explanation for this, the working theory is that... the robots were never given a proper "night mode". So when it gets quiet, they think they're in the wrong room, so then they go try to find where the people are, and in this case, that's your office."

Mike exhaled, and tried not to scream in despair.

"Juuussst greeeaaat. Stuck with murderous robots once more, and in a dream, good job Mike."

"So our temporary solution is this: there's a music box over by the Prize Counter, and it's rigged to be wound up remotely. So just, every once in a while, switch over to the Prize Counter video feed and wind it up for a few seconds."

The guard looked at the phone with newfound hopes, before said hopes were completely crushed in front of his eyes.

"It doesn't seem to affect all of the animatronics, but it does affect... one of them."

"Please for the love of god tell me it at least is a super dangerous one", he mentally pleaded.

The rest sure was nothing that would comfort him.

"Uh, and as for the rest of them, we have an even easier solution. You see, there may be a minor glitch in the system, something about robots seeing you as an exoskeleton without his costume on, and wanting to stuff you in a suit, so hey, we've given you an empty Freddy Fazbear head, problem solved! You can put it on anytime, and leave it on for as long as you want. Eventually anything that wandered in, will wander back out."

Mike nearly fell off the chair he was on, before looking angrily at the phone, wishing for the guy to simply shut up and tell him there was nothing more.

After what he heard, he though it couldn't get worse then it already was.

The poor man just had not even a clue of how wrong he was.

"Uh, something else worth mentioning is kind of the modern design of the building. You may have noticed there are no doors for you to close, heh. But hey, you have a light! And even though your flashlight can run out of power, the building cannot. So, don't worry about the place going dark. Well, I think that's it."

Mike quickly shut the phone by pushing the button, and tried to calm down and prepared for yet another night to fight for his life. Despite it being a dream, he was still scared to death. However, before he could get on with his "duty", the phone's speaker suddenly turned back on, and the voice that came out this time had nothing in common with the previous one.

Except it had the exact same croak to it, even if the voice was now sounding like it came from the deepest ever burning crags of hell, distorted and demonic, like a crackling fire.

"I'Ll t-T-tALkkk to YoO-Ou-oU tOm-mORro-RoW."

And with, not a beep, but a disgusting slurping sound, like something was being drained from the speaker, the object went completely silent.

Needless to say, Mike would pretty much prefer to just NOT exist than hear this voice again. It sent the most violent chills and goosebumps of his life riding high and low on his back, like fear was the uncontrollable sea, and his body the boat that had been caught by its fury.

And that last line seemed more like a real promise then something his subconscious would randomly come up with.

But he was stuck in a nightmare, with no way out, other then fight for himself.

Stuck in a timeless oblivion he somehow created, a forgotten time with only one way out. One way to piece back the story of this place, and hopefully…

His as well.

So, want to know something funny? I first titled this chapter "timeless sorrow", then "timeless visions", the second one being more close to a new thing that will explain some quirks of this story later.

So, are we have… two reviews!

Yes, I finally decided to respond to reviews, and if a chapter has none… oh well, have to do with what we've got.

Jack0Lanterns (I know I already responded via PM, but I wanted to address it more clearly) : Well, let's say Arnold was REALLY surprised by this little… uh… detail *snort* So… yeah.

And to anyone who believes Matpat's theories are the only truth, just look at their review, because it's veridic : Mat's theories are no confirmation, but even I still think there must be many things he got right in them, he has spent four years chasing after Scott after all XD

All in all, as Jack0Lanterns said : Mat is no different then any other person, he's just a person with a theory.

freegirl333 : Uh… thanks… and yeah, I'm fine, it was just me being my silly self lol. Still, thanks for the kind reviews you've left til now!

I'd like to do other reviews, but I'll only take those of the previous chapter, so thanks to all of you who reviewed.

Alright, next time, the nightmare's going to continue, and clues will be dispersed everywhere, so be aware of it.

Until next time, then, bye!

Ps : just corrected a few things in the chapter, some words were making no sense at all. I'm dumb sometimes.