"Thanks, Phil."

"It's nothing really," Phil waved it off. They were in the Security Office. It was just a little after half five and Lizzy had gone to collect the contact details of the previous guards. The Manager wasn't around, so Lizzy had gone to Phil to get the details. The sounds of kids laughing and that corny music playing could be heard from the distance, but was ignored by the two guards. "I just hope you find something useful if you're really staying on for a while."

"Not as much as I do." Lizzy glanced out the doors for a moment before asking, "Hey, um… I know this might not be a great time to ask. But is this place, like, haunted?"

"Haunted?"

"I know it sounds weird at first, but… But after everything I've put up with for the last week, things have happened that make me believe that there is something supernatural going on here," Lizzy filled in. Phil didn't reply right away. But he did after appearing to think over his choice of words.

"I… That… From what I know, things have happened here that… That could back up that idea." Phil had looked a bit uncertain about saying this, but Lizzy was more focused on the fact he was going to talk about it.

"Like what?"

"… How much do you actually know about this pizzeria?"

"I'm not originally from this town so I can't say I'm an expert on it." Phil nodded and cleared his throat.

"Well, from what I know, the place was originally a diner." Lizzy leaned against the desk as Phil began his story. "Then the owner had some money problems or something and the bank took it. It was bought several years later in 1986 by Mr. Horton. The animatronics sort of came with the business, but they were deemed creepy so new ones were brought in.

"Everything was alright for a while. Then 1987 came. It was over the course of a week at least, but kids started going missing here. Five altogether." Phil stopped speaking momentarily before lowering his eyes. "They… They were never found. Presumed dead, though. But..." Phil glanced to the tablet on the desk briefly was currently focused on the stage where the animatronics were entertaining the kids.

"It's not something we're meant to talk about outside work. Against our contracts, you know? But, there was this rumour that those kids… That they were stuffed into those suits, and that when the manager at the time found out, he had them disposed of and cleaned everything off."

"What? Are… Are you serious?" Lizzy looked to the tablet as well as a grotesque, revolting image of… Of children's corpses in those things. The fact someone could do that to kids…

She wanted to say that she hoped those kids were dead beforehand at least, but that wasn't much better. It just made her wonder what else could have happened inside then. It made her feel a bit sick.

"That's the story at least," Phil said with a grimace. "But there's nothing really to back it up. I… I actually tried to look into it when I first worked here, but I couldn't find anything."

"What happened to those new suits?"

"Scrapped. Something happened to them. Don't know what, but they kept… staring at the adults. Alright with the kids, but the adults? Not really. The story was that something went wrong with the criminal data base scanner thing-a-ma-jig."

"They… They had a what?" Lizzy was quite surprised that animatronics for a kids place would have such a thing.

"Yeah, they were pretty advanced. They think someone messed them up to… To act the way they did at night. They were supposed to keep child predators away, but I guess if that Freddy mask trick they used back then was able to fool most of them it could have been used by someone to get close to them to mess them up."

Phil reached under his desk and took out a backpack and quickly rummaged through it and took out some folded paper and handed it to Lizzy.

"Here. It's one of the old posters from the old pizzeria. I found it in some old boxes my first year here. I thought it was kinda interesting so I kept it."

Lizzy opened the poster, some morbid curiosity wondering what kind of horror she would had to deal with had she worked back in '87. The poster was faded, and quite similar to the celebrate poster in the Security Office. The animatronic band, the stars of the pizzeria, were in the centre in their poses. They were… Certainly unique.

The Bonnie was a sky blue with some with some white underbelly and mouth and a red bow, and had green eyes that looked a brighter shade their her own. The Freddy looked heavier than the current one, and had a bigger bowtie. He also didn't seem to be as dark a shade of brown as current Freddy. Chica… Chica was definitely… 'different'. You could definitely tell she was female. Lizzy supposed one good thing to be said at the very least was that while this version of Chica had a strangely humanoid body, it was at least somewhat realistic and didn't try to exaggerate the size of certain female anatomy. They all looked a bit like toys, and had rosy cheeks like the Marionette's.

"So, what do you think?" Lizzy looked back up at Phil and quirked a brow.

"Honestly? Right now, I'm looking at a picture of a gaudy Easter decoration, the prophecy of singers showing more skin or focusing on appearance than talent, and a bear that makes me think of a chipmunk. Like Chip and Dale."

"I… I suppose if that Freddy had buck teeth he would kind of," Phil admitted, sounding a bit interested. Judging by the look on his face, something that vaguely reminded Lizzy of J.D from that show Scrubs before they went baby crazy, he seemed to be imagining it. Lizzy couldn't exactly deny that she herself could actually picture it perfectly. The brief enjoyable moment had to be cut short though.

"So, is that it? Is that all that happened?"

"… No. No, it isn't," Phil shuck his head. "There was this one incident. It was the day before they had the place closed down for the investigation into the missing kids. It was a birthday party. The night guard at the time was on the dayshift. Because of how the animatronics had been behaving, they wanted him staying close to them to keep them from hurting the kids."

"Did they…?"

"No, no. I mean, a couple days before the Mangle had nearly bit a toddler's arm. But whoever thought leaving something with sharp pieces and electric components to be played with by kids, who don't have the concept of death, was a complete idiot. And don't get me started on the teeth."

"The 'Mangle'?" Lizzy repeated in a confused tone.

"Oh, that was the nickname of the new Foxy then," Phil explained. "The toddlers kept taking him apart so it was made into a build and dismantle attraction. It got so messed up that employees at the time called 'Mangles' as a nickname. But anyway, back on track.

"A kid wandered into the Parts and Services room. That's where our animatronics were being kept at the time for spare parts. So the guard, I think his name was…" Phil scrunched up his face as he tried to remember. "I think someone said his name was… Jeremy? Anyway, the kid kind of approached Foxy. The guard was a bit nervous about this so he went to get the kid out of there. He grabbed the kid's shoulder and…" Phil trailed off and bit his teeth together.

"The Bite of '87. He bit the guard's head. The kid started screaming, attention was drawn… Well, I think the rest is more or less history."

"Did he die quickly?" Lizzy felt a minor flashback back to a few days previous when Foxy had nearly bitten her. It was rather… It certainly made the possible outcome that more frightening.

"Er, actually he didn't die at all. His frontal lobe was damaged, but surprisingly you can actually live without it. I mean, sure, it's still probably affected his personality at the very least. No way can you go through that with no change at all. Wonders of the brain though, am I right?" Phil said with a sheepish tone."

"Yeah… Pretty… Pretty interesting. Learn something new every day."

"True that. Anyway, they managed to keep quiet about the exact details, but you can't exactly hide an ambulance parked outside can you? Plus there were kids there and even if no one could say they were telling the truth, it was enough to raise questions and get the place shut down for a while."

"Then come back with a smaller budget and later a renovation," Lizzy filled in the rest. "You said the new animatronics then were scrapped? What about the Marionette and BB? Were they going to be scrapped or…?"

"From what I know, I think they were. But the Manager at the time saved them."

"And where's this old Manager now?"

"I don't know," Phil shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine."

Lizzy clicked her tongue as she flicked through the pages in her hands. The bundle was fairly thick full of pages, as was expected of a pizzeria that went through more night guards than Las Vegas went through gamblers. She was glad she had learned a little more about this place. If she was stuck here for an indefinite period, she may as well try and figure stuff out. That, and try and be a bitch to those robot pricks. She already planned on stopping off at a pet shop to get a dog muzzle for Foxy next week.

"Well, thanks again Phil. But before I go, I have one last question. How exactly do you know all of this in detail?"

Phil frowned and glanced away for a moment. The lack of response felt a bit uncomfortable to Lizzy, but Phil eventually spoke. Tugging the peak of his security hat down over his eyes.

"I… I asked some of the workers who I knew worked around then. My… My dad actually worked here as a guard. Night shift."

Lizzy tensed and looked down. That alone said what happened.

"He worked here until 1993. I was six then. Just me, my mom and grandpa too since. Even if he is in a coma. It's why I decided to work here, even if just dayshift to find out what happened. Guess I… Guess the truth was hard to swallow."

"… Why do you keep working here?"

"… I don't know," Phil replied softly. He sniffed loudly. "I… I guess even if I can't reveal what I know to the public or anything, I can at least try to help the night guards. Even if the boss keeps me from trying to say anything to them before they sign the contract."

There was an uncomfortable silence then. Lizzy kept her eyes on the papers in hand while Phil just seemed to avoid eye contact.

"… I… I should get going," Lizzy mumbled. She began backing out of the door to leave the office. "I have some stuff to do in an hour. Have a good day off tomorrow."

"Yeah, you too." Lizzy gave a semi-awkward nod before she left the room to leave Fazbear's. Only throwing a brief glance to the band on stage. She could have sworn that Bonnie had looked directly at her for a brief moment, but she just sneered and left quickly.

The drive to her parents' home had roughly taken roughly an hour. Her parents lived in a residential estate where most of the houses had pale grey brick and white paint. A few decorations, flower beds, tress or a bench or two at some of the houses was the only thing that kept the neighbourhood from being the epitome of boring, dull and having cookie cut houses.

Lizzy had parked in the driveway, just behind a car she recognized as her mother's. Lizzy finished chewing the gum in her mouth and spat it into some tissue to throw away in the first bin she saw.

It had been cold as it was dark outside when she left her car. It made her even gladder she had decided to wear a long-sleeved shirt today to hide her bandaged arm. But seeing the lights shining through the curtains already made her feel comforted as she quickly walked to the door and pressed the doorbell.

It hadn't taken too long until her mother answered the door. Lizzy could recall a time when her mother had perfectly black shiny hair. Now there were several grey streaks in it. But there weren't any noticeable wrinkles on her face, and a tiny mole was above the upper left corner of her lips.

"Lizzy!"

"Hi, mom." Lizzy immediately brought her mother into a hug. A tighter one then usual as she rested her chin on her mother's shoulder. Her mother was a bit shorter than her in comparison, but Lizzy was more focused on the warmth and faint smell of sweet smelling perfume. Her mother had been a bit surprised by the hug, but returned it.

"Are you alright? You don't usually keep your hugs this long." Lizzy let go and put on a convincing smile.

"Yeah, perfectly fine," Lizzy told her. "Just excited to see you in person after so long."

"Well I'm glad to see you too, and I'm sure dad is as well," her mother smiled and pulled Lizzy in a little more to close the door. "He's just in the living room. I'm just reheating dinner."

"Er, yeah. You said you were ordering Chinese, right?"

"Indeed, and I decided since you've finished your first week of work, I decided to order your favourite starter and main course for you." Lizzy's eyes lit up.

"Chicken satay and beef curry with fried rice?" Her mother nodded.

"The very same."

"Aw, mom, you're the best," Lizzy said, grinning a bit as she hugged her mother again. "I'll just go say hi to dad, right?"

"Yes, you go do that. Now do you want alcohol to drink, or some coke?"

"I'll have whatever booze you and dad are having."

Lizzy walked into the living room. It looked quite comfortable, walls painted in a warm red colour. The only thing that stuck out was the shelf filled with small ornaments of animals doing cutesy things like drinking tea or wearing dresses that Lizzy's mother saw as cute and adorable, and had a great love of collecting.

Lizzy saw them as gaudy.

She also couldn't help but scowl lightly at one that looked like a bear wearing a pink bow on its head holding hands with a white bunny rabbit laying on its back. On the base of the ornament it said, 'FRIENDSHIP' in fancy gold cursive writing.

She definitely did not have any 'friendship' with bears right now. Or rabbits.

She looked away from the shelf and smiled down as she saw her dad on the couch. Too absorbed in the newspaper in his hands to notice her. Lizzy walked over and patted his shoulder. He looked startled but once his eyes looked at Lizzy he seemed to relax, and even smiled a little. Lizzy spoke as she signed her words.

"Hi, dad. How's it going?" she sat down as her father quickly responded with his own sign language. When he had lost his hearing, he decided to learn it since he didn't trust his voice without being able to hear it. Lizzy tended to speak as she signed she it felt easier when she did it somehow.

'I'm doing fine. Everything's been doing well at work. Some asshole tried to get a used engine to replace the one in his car at a lower price. That thing costs at least a grand and he wants to pay only three quarters of it? He may as well have replaced his head with the one between his legs if his dick wasn't small."

It was clear who Lizzy learned cursing from, other than the boys that had lived in the neighbourhood growing up. Only difference was that her dad tended to swear in casual conversation sometimes more than Lizzy.

"Sounds like a total dick," Lizzy agreed.

'So, your mother says you're working as a night guard. How's that working out?'

"It's…" Lizzy paused briefly before quickly speaking and signing again. "It's been alright. The guys I work with are major jerks though."

'You'll see them in all work places I'm afraid,' he signed with an understanding look. 'I remember I used to work at a grocery when I was in highschool as a part time job. My boss was always down my neck, and wanted everything perfectly symmetrical. Even the goddamn fruit and veg. All stems had to be pointing the same way before the store opened. I wanted to think at first he was just joking, but I think he was trying to piss us off.' Lizzy chuckled and made some motions with her hands.

"I'm glad to see you again, dad."

'Me too, bambi. Me too."

"Dinner's ready." Lizzy looked back to the door and saw her mother standing by it. She looked at Lizzy's father and quickly signed her words again.

"Great, I could use something to eat," Lizzy said as she got up along with her dad, and smiled as she walked with her parents to the kitchen.

For the first time this week, Lizzy felt no worry, distress, stress nor fear that night.