It's been 5 years since Mike's life went back to normal. Normal means no more animatronics, and no more talk about the Fazbear industry. Mike Schmidt was a new man. No one thought he was crazy anymore.
He decided to go for a walk in the park. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping. The children ran around and played on the play set. Mike sat on a bench. He just sat there and watched the people in the park. It felt good to relax and know that you're safe.
Mike looked over to the garbage men who were driving down the road in their garbage truck. They were driving along slowly. Mike thought he saw something move in the garbage. He shook his head. No, it was just his imagination. He peered over to the big garbage pile again, and saw something. He saw an ugly, burnt, robotic head. It was a bunny.
Mike fell off the bench. Everyone turned when they heard Mike fall to the ground. Mike shook it off and stood back up. He looked back over at the garbage truck. Nothing. There was no robot bunny. He laughed. He laughed very loudly. People turned his way again. Yes, he was causing a scene, but he did not care.
Mike went home that night and felt happy. Maybe back then he was crazy, but now he was different. He didn't see an animatronic in the garbage truck. It was just his imagination.
Or was it?
