I was walking down the hall, towards the room with Mike and Bonnie. When the worst possible thing happened, the clock stuck 6 and the music played. "YES!" Bonnie said, dropping to his knees. I felt like I would cry if I could. We were so close and now we were back at the start. I could see the anger in Mikes eyes to. I took big, heavy steps back to my place on stage. Just as I arrived in my spot the manager came in. "ah, I see our little animatronics didn't disappear today." relief washed down his eyes. "Ok men, take them away." a bunch of people came up to me and Bonnie with a big box. They pushed us inside the boxes and closed the lid.
Springtrap just managed to slip inside a car with his minions. "What now boss?" Springtrap's beautiful phantom Chica asked. Phantom Freddy looked at Springtrap. "Ya boss, Now What?" He asked. Springtrap smiled. "Well, first of all, that guy, Mike. He has to go. When we get there, try to scare him off." Phantom Foxy stood up. "Yes ye captain." he saluted. Springtrap smiled and muttered to himself, "I could get used to this." But Springtrap was concerned about the puppet. It seemed to be fighting the phantom instinct. But, It did make it look more scary. "How about you, puppet. do you understand the plan?" the puppet stayed silent. "Well, I guess this will be a long ride."
I couldn't see inside this box, but I could hear. I heard Mike talking with the manager. but then I heard something coming from my mind. Hi Snappy. It said. "Who's there?" I said aloud. shhh! they will hear you. "Who ARE you?" I asked into my mind. It's only me. I'm hear to warn you. I thought I recognized the voice... but it couldn't be, could it? "Mangle?" I asked. Bingo. now, I don't have long and there's no time to chit-chat. There were a gazillion questions I wanted to ask Mangle. but I might as well hear what all the fuss is about. I'm here to warn you about Springtrap. "I know. he is very dangerous." I said. Will you stop interrupting? Anyway, Springtrap is raising a army.
Mike yawned. "So what's the point of this haunted house again?" Mike asked. The manager smiled. "To bring back horrors from childhood memories." he said, "The press loves it. Our attraction is already sold out... and were not even open yet!" The manager chuckled. "Of course, you'll have to do the night shift for a week before we open. You know, to make sure no one steals anything, and so we can pass inspections." Only a week. Mike thought to himself. only a week to set things right, for him and the animatronics. Then the manager pulled over the car at McDonalds. "Chocolate or vanilla?" the manager asked. "That's it!" Mike yelled.