Hello there guys. Here's a brand new chapter for you. Some of you guys have been asking about the animatronics in this story. When I said there wasn't going to be the kids spirits, I meant we really aren't going into it. Yes, the animatronics are possessed by spirits. You get to decide what that means for yourself. Enjoy the chapter.

It was a little over a month before Scott was allowed to return to work. His wounds had basically healed, and the dark haired man seemed anxious to return to work. Vincent assured him that everything was fine. The violet eyed man found using the tablet easy, and he answered every question Scott fired his way. "Well good," the other said, sitting at the desk, "I'm glad you didn't get yourself killed." Vincent smirked, handing the tablet over.

"Why don't you use this anymore?" he asked, "it saves power and makes it a lot easier to manage everything." Scott shifted, eyeing the screens.

"I feel more comfortable here," he said, "more...in control. Besides...if the power does go out it's easier to stay safe over here than by the doors." Vincent set the tablet down and shrugged.

"Your call," he replied, turning away towards the door. He froze, eyes focusing on the figure half shadowed in darkness. "Uh...Scott?"

"Hush," Scott said, waving him away, "We only have a few minutes. I need to look everything over."

"Scott," Vincent said in warning. He swallowed thickly, crimson meeting violet. "I really think you should look over here."

"What?" the man asked irritably, looking over. His green eyes widened and Scott stood, the chair tipping over in his haste. "Get the door!" He yelled. Vincent unfroze, diving for the button as Bonnie gave a horrific screech. The animatronic rabbit reached for him as he slammed a hand against the button. The heavy door dropped, Bonnie's arm banging against the bottom as it fell. "And stay out," the man grumbled. Bonnie screeched and banged against the door as if in reply.

"It's barely midnight," Scott said, taking a few steps back, "they shouldn't be this active already."

"They've never been like this before? I wonder what-look out!" Scott turned just in time to duck under Chica's swing. He hit the button, shutting the animatronic out. Scott went for the tablet, flicking it on and searching through the cameras.

"Fuck," he hissed.

"What? Vincent asked, moving to look over his shoulder. "What is it?" Scott handed him the tablet. The camera pointed at the main stage was empty.

"So they're all out already," he said slowly, "I mean they've been getting steadily more aggressive but this is nuts." Scott took a deep breath, taking the tablet back.

"Keep and eye on the doors," Scott said, "we need them open as much as possible if we're gonna get through this." Vincent nodded, going to Bonnie's door as Scott surveyed the cameras. 'Just focus,' he thought, 'They'll go away soon enough. They always wander off.' He tried to steady his racing heart, checking the cameras for Freddy and Foxy. According to the tablet Freddy was hovering outside with Chica. Foxy was out of his cove, but nowhere in sight.

"You okay?" Vincent asked. The man flipped on the hall light, glaring at Bonnie with a look of hate.

"I'm fine," he replied, "but Foxy is strangely missing."

"Hes' not in his cove? Or running towards us?" Vincent asked, turning to look at him. Scott shook his head, flipping the cameras in rapid succession. Eventually he spotted the mechanical fox. It was pulling at something on the wall, hooks and fangs tearing at the object with reckless abandon.

'What're you doing Foxy buddy?' he wondered. The fox was in a back room, and something about the area was eerily familiar. He squinted, trying to make out the object Foxy was tearing at. 'That kind of looks like the central power…box.' He whipped around. "Away from the door!" He yelled to his partner.

"What?" Vincent questioned, "Why?" The lights flickered and then went dark. The doors groaned and slammed open, the electronic locks no longer in place as the power failed.

"Vince!" Scott cried as Bonnie stepped forward. The violet eyed man whipped around, narrowly dodging the rabbit's first swipe. He wasn't so lucky the second time. Bonnie's loose fist slammed against Vincent's head, making the man crumple to the floor. The rabbit ignored him, stepping over his fallen form. 'Oh god no,' he thought, stepping away from the rabbit, 'don't let Vince be dead.' He didn't get to think much more on it as Bonnie released a garbled screech. Chica was making strangled noises behind him, and Freddy's haunting melody floated in from the door. He dropped the tablet, hearing it smash against the floor. Bonnie's mouth opened, and after a moment of rough noises Scott realized the rabbit was making words. "W-what?" He questioned. The rabbit twitched, crimson eyes glaring.

"Time's…up…" It rumbled.

'Ugh…my head.' Vincent groggily came back to himself. He pushed himself to his knees, his vision blurring slightly. He brought a hand to his head, feeling the swollen bump there. 'Damn. Bonnie sure did a number on me.' He looked around, trying to get his bearings back together. The digital clock glared at him, the numbers reading 1:30. 'I was out for quite a bit huh,' he thought. After a moment of groggy thoughts a realization hit him. 'Wait. Where's Scott?'

Vincent stood shakily, stomach coiled tight with nerves. "Scott?" he called. His voice echoed off of the walls, and the distinct silence that met him made him shudder. 'Fuck. That can't be good.' He looked around the office, gaze resting on a spot on the floor. He dragged himself over to it, all but collapsing to his knees. Scott's glasses lay bent and cracked on the floor, several small patches of blood beside them. The tablet lay face down, and he picked it up. The screen was destroyed, cracks littering the surface. Unsurprisingly, it failed to turn on.

The violet eyed man stood once more, feeling his body finally helping to support his weight. Adrenaline was beginning to lace his veins and he welcomed it. Anything that helped him find the other man. He grabbed his cell phone, swearing when he saw the damaged device. He turned it on, sighing in relief when it obeyed. He dialed 911, pressing the phone to his ear. The phone beeped twice and disconnected before anyone could pick up. He cursed, redialing. "Come on," he hissed, "go through." It connected, and a woman's voice greeted him.

"911. What is your emergency?"

"My coworker and me were attacked," he said, "And now he's gone."

"Is anyone else in the building with you?"

"Yes," he said, "I know they're still here. All of them."

"Alright sir, if you could just tell me your address we can send help right o-" The phone beeped and went dead. Vincent stared at the device for a moment before pressing the power button. There was no response.

"Fuck!" He growled, throwing the phone against the wall. It connected and splintered, pieces scattering across the floor. 'Calm down,' he told himself, 'There's a phone in the main room. I just gotta get to it.' He left the office, checking for any signs of animatronics as he made his way to his destination. They were eerily absent. As he passed Pirate's Cove he looked inside. Foxy's curtains were drawn wide open, the pirate fox nowhere in sight. He shuddered, quickening his pace.

The main room was void of life, so Vincent crossed towards where he knew there was a payphone. It was in a little alcove, secluded from sight. He grabbed for the phone, shock making him pause mid-reach. The phone was destroyed, as if something had smashed it flat into the wall. He stepped back, swallowing. 'On my own then,' he thought, 'Okay fine. I just have to find Scott and get us both out of this hell hole. Easy.' He sighed, running a hand through his hair. 'Yeah…easy. Just ignore the murderous robots.' He shook his head and leaned back against the wall, wondering where to start.

Scott blearily opened his eyes, trying to piece together what had happened. His vision was blurry, and after a moment he realized that was because he was missing his glasses, not because he was dizzy. He lifted his head, looking around. He was strapped into a chair with some strip of fabric covering his mouth. He blinked, looking around. The animatronics stood in different spots around the room. Yet none of them were looking in his direction. He struggled, yet without his arms or legs all he managed to do was wiggle helplessly. Freddy looked at him, blue eyes blazing. Scott froze. Never had the bear looked so…alive before.

"Soon," the bear gurgled. Scott shut his eyes.

He didn't want to know what the animatronic meant by that.

So there you have it. Scott's in trouble. Again. Although this time is a bit more serious don't you think? Anyway, leave a comment of what you think Freddy meant by 'soon'. Curious to see just how right you guys might be. I'm off. See ya next chapter.