Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and Five Nights at Freddy's belongs to Scott Cawthon.

"Hello, my dear." -Golden Freddy/Rose Evens

"Hello? Hello?" -Phone Guy/Someone on the phone

'Dear Harry...' -Writing

"Hey there, Harry..." -Aya

With a groan, Harry slowly sat up. "Ugh... what the bloody hell happened..."

Hearing something, he looked around to see him laying in the back seat of Michelle's door with said young woman pacing around just outside muttering to herself. "Dammit, Harry..."

Slowly wincing, Harry took a breath and called out. "Sorry about that, Michelle."

Gasping, she turned to see him watching her and her eyes widened. "You're... awake!" Before Harry could say anything, Michelle rushed to the car and opened the door before she practically dove into the back seat and hugged him. "Oh God, Harry! I was so worried when you collapsed like that!" She pulled away some and gave him a glare. "Don't scare me like that again!"

Harry only nodded at the look in her eyes. "I'll... um, try not to..." He then looked around in confusion. "What's happened and how long have I been out for?"

As she took a breath, though much to Harry's confusion she didn't loosen the hug, Michelle shook her head. "After you collapsed, everyone freaked out as we thought that you were badly hurt, but then Aya appeared and told us that you were just exhausted and needed some rest. So Rebecca brought you out here and placed you onto my backseat where you could rest. The others are just packing up the parts for Erika to take back to the storage shed..." Taking another breath to calm herself, she threaded her fingers through Harry's as she sat next to him. "As for the time... you've been out for about an hour and it's nearly four thirty."

It was then that Harry noticed some wetness by her eyes. "Are... you crying?" Slowly, his eyes widened some. "Did I make you cry?"

Sniffling some, Michelle just softly smiled as she tightened the hug some. "I was just scared, Harry. Now I'm happy that you're okay is all." The two sat there for a few minutes as Michelle placed her head into the crook of his neck the best that she could. Hearing a yawn, she gave a bit of a chuckle. "Still tired, I see."

Humming, Harry nodded as he leaned his head against Michelle's. "Yeah... my whole body aches a bit and I'm having some trouble keeping awake..."

While her face heated up some, Michelle cleared her throat a bit. "You can just go asleep here, I don't mind at all."

Another yawn escaped from Harry as he nodded, his eyes slowly closing. "That... sounds rather nice actually..."

Not even a minute later, Harry was gently asleep as he leaned against Michelle. Said person meanwhile was looking out into the night and sighed to herself. 'Dammit... I cannot believe that I'm falling for him...' A thought then occurred to her that made her snort. 'I wonder if this is what happened with mom and dad...'

Little time seemed to pass before she heard a snicker and looked up to see Erika at the front of the car grinning at them like a cat seeing a small bird. "So... that looks rather cozy." Michelle only glared at her friend which caused the grin to widen for a few moments before her expression softened. "So how is he?"

Glancing at him, Michelle smiled a bit. "Tired and with some aches and pains, but he's okay I guess."

Nodding, Erika walked up and looked into the car at Harry before she reached out and brushed some hair away from his face. "You didn't see him, Chelly. That guy is protective as hell towards those he calls friends and family. If anything happens between you, I can say that you got my backing." At Michelle opening her mouth, Erika shook her head. "I'm being serious, Michelle. I know that you say that you're just friends and maybe you are. But if anything more happens then you got my approval."

Several seconds passed before Michelle nodded with a smile. "Thanks, I appreciate it."

Erika smiled back before she got down and took one of Harry's arms. "Anyways... let's get this guy into the front seat, he can rest up during the drive back."

As they both worked together to get the groggy Harry around to the front passanger seat, Michelle looked toward her friend. "So... how is your professor and his cousin reacting to all this?"

The other woman winced a bit. "Well... besides deriding all the 'Supernatural bullshit' they've seen tonight, Prof said that he'll be talking to me about some things he remembers from Freddy's. I also saw Jeremy talking with Foxy, and before you ask, I don't know what they talked about."

With a frown on her face, Michelle furrowed her eyebrows as they placed Harry gently into the front passanger seat. "Huh... Wonder what they were talking about..."

Much to Harry's surprise, when he came off his shift, Michelle was waiting for him in her car. Having seen his shock, she just smiled a bit as she looked out as some raindrops came down from the dreary sky overhead. "Figured that you might be a bit too tired to walk home and heard it was going to rain."

All Harry could do in his exhaustion was tiredly nod as he walked over to the passenger side and get in. "Thanks, I really appreciate this..." Despite himself, he could feel his eyes closing as he yawned. "Merlin, I feel like I could sleep a week..."

Glancing at him, Michelle just smiled as he continued to nod off. "I'm not surprised, Harry after what happened. Tell you what, just rest your eyes and I'll wake you when you get home." She blinked as she didn't get an answer and turned to see Harry already asleep. "Or... You could just sleep."

To Harry, it seemed like he had just fallen asleep when a hand shook him awake. "Hmm, wha?"

Giggling at his expression, Michelle shook her head. "You're home, Harry." A moment later she frowned as she noticed that the rain started to pick up. "Come on then, let's get you into your house."

It took some work, but she helped get the tired fifteen year old up the stairs and to the front door which she knocked on. Michelle then frowned a few minutes later as no one answered, only for Harry to grumble as he reached into his pocket and unlock the door using the key he had there. "I think that I know what's going on..." Once they stumbled inside, Harry checked the back of the door and sighed. "Of course... They went to Marge's for the weekends."

That caused Michelle to blink as she looked around. "So... No one else is here?" At his nod, she frowned though part of it was because she could not see a picture of him anywhere. "Give me a moment..." Having gotten a nod, she walked over to the phone and quickly dialed the Perks household. "Erika? It's me, Michelle. Yeah, I might be late, no one else is here at his house and I need to make sure that he's okay. Hmm? Yeah, no worries there. Okay, see you in a while then." Once she got back, Michelle had to hide a smile at how Harry was nearly asleep leaning against the wall. "Okay, let's get you to bed then before you collapse."

Grunting, Harry leaned into her as they went up the stairs. "Mmm bed sounds good right about now." Unnoticed by him was how the young woman supporting him had a firey blush on her face. A blush that reversed itself once he pointed at a door. "Tha's mine..."

As she looked over the locks and the catflap, Michelle swallowed. 'No, there is no fucking way...' They passed another bedroom on their way and Michelle blinked at the sight of all the stuff. It was then that they reached the bedroom that Harry said was his and she opened the door. A quick glance over it showed the small cot and the broken items in it as well as the trunk. 'Oh, this is just so much bullshit.'

Upon hitting the bed, Harry just laid there nearly asleep as he felt Michelle pull off his trainers. It was mainly because he was so tired that he didn't realize the next words out of his mouth. "Now I know how those husbands feel when they come home tired from a long day..."

Frozen, Michelle felt like her face was on fire. Though she wouldn't lie and say that since Harry mentioned it, the same thought hadn't gone through her head. Outside, the storm burst fully and the rain poured down. manoeuvring Harry until he on the cot, Michelle slumped a bit as the same tiredness came over her. For a moment she blinked and then grunted. "Screw it, I'll just take A quick rest." Pushing the sleeping Harry to the side, she laid down and before she knew it, sleep had claimed her as well.

The ringing of a phone roused the young woman and she sat up. For a brief moment she wondered where she was before she heard a sound and turned to see Harry. 'Oh, right... I'm at Harry's house...' Still hearing the phone, she got up despite not wanting to (the lumpy mattress notwithstanding), and walked down stairs. Picking it up, she held back a yawn. "Hello?"

Erika's amused voice drifted out from the other end. "About time, I've been wondering where you've been all day."

That caused Michelle to blink for a moment. "What? What time..." She caught sight of the clock and swore. "Two in the afternoon? Shit, I'm sorry about that Erika. I laid down after putting Harry to bed and most have konked out."

A laugh came through the receiver and Michelle groaned at Erika's last words. "Harry must be pretty comfy then."

With a growl, Michelle glared at the phone. "Screw off. God, I am too tired for this right now."

Of course, Erika had to laugh again. "Tired huh?"

The tone she said it in caused Michelle to scowl. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up at the poor tired girl... Anyways, I'll talk to you later." After she got a goodbye in return and hung up, the young woman spotted the dirty tracks that lead up the stairs from the front door. "Dammit... Should probably take care of that. Now where would the mop and stuff be... I know that Erika keeps hers in a cupboard under the stairs and there's one here... And Harry would probably be glad not to get yelled at if how clean the rest of this place is could be considered a sign..." Pushing away from the phone, she walked over to the cupboard and undid the bolt locks...

Michelle slowly walked back into Harry's bedroom with a stunned expression on her face. She glanced at Harry for a moment before she walked over to the window and opened it. As the young woman leaned against the sill, she just stared out. 'I...' Suddenly, she blinked and looked down as her arms brushed against something. 'Wait, are those...' Once more, the churning in her stomach came back and she swallowed, her voice just a whisper. "You have to be fucking joking...'

Hearing something, Michelle froze and then walked toward the closet. Gently, her hands gripped the handle before she pulled it open some to reveal Veronica staring at her through the gap. "Um... hi?"

All Michelle could do was blink before she raised an eyebrow. "What... are you doing in the closet?"

Coughing, Veronica shrugged as she adjusted the box that held Shadow Foxy and her son's bones. "I... usually come here during the day. Just in case someone snoops around the basement. Besides..." Her eyes glanced toward where Harry slept. "Being here makes me feel... peaceful, for some reason. And after last night, I need it."

For a few moments, Michelle just stared at her before she blinked slowly. "O... kay..." With a shake of her head, she looked around and noticed a black form beside Harry. "Aya?"

The spectre raised herself somewhat off the bed and sighed. "I usually follow Harry everywhere" Seeing the expression on Michelle's face, her tone took on a teasing note. "And yes, I did see what you did."

Behind Michelle, Veronica's dry tone could be heard. "And she was not the only one..."

Chuckling some at the blush spreading across the young woman's face, Aya shook her head before her voice softened. "But thank you for caring enough to take care of Harry, Michelle. I appreciate it and I know that Harry does as well, though he won't admit it." It was then that she gave her best version of a frown that she could. "Speaking of... you seemed troubled when you came in... want to talk about it?"

With a raised eyebrow, Michelle glanced at both other females. "... I cannot believe that I an having a conversation with two people dead for years... shows just how weird my life has gotten." Her voice then became strained as she looked down at the floor. "... How much do you know about Harry's life? I mean, before now that is."

That only caused Veronica to become confused before Aya sighed. "I don't know everything, Michelle. But... I know enough to guess how bad his childhood was."

Narrowing her eyes, Veronica growled a bit. "How bad..."

As she ran her hand through her hair, Michelle only grimaced. "That's... something that's probably personal for Harry so I'll let you find out."

Suddenly a voice, thick with sleep spoke up and surprised all of them. "You're right, my childhood is personal..."

They turned their heads toward the bed to see Harry laying there with his eyes half-open before he sat up. "Could you two... let me and Michelle talk? Alone?" Both Aya and Veronica shared a look before they left the room. They went downstairs where they saw that the door to the cupboard under the stairs had been left open a crack. Meanwhile, Harry sighed and ran a hand over his face. "Come over here and sit, Michelle..." After she did so, the young wizard focused on one spot on the wall. "...What do you know?"

Also focusing on one spot, Michelle's arm touched Harrys as she gathered her thoughts. "There's a couple of little clues, everywhere. No pictures of you on the wall or any sign really that you live here. The locks on the outside of your bedroom door and the cat flap. How dirty your room is with broken or uncomfortable furniture. Like your mattress as damn, is it lumpy..." Not getting a chuckle, she took a breath. "I... can also see that there were bars on your window. Whoever did the work in removing them only cut them down to the sill and that's it. There's also some holes there. And... then there's the cupboard."

Harry scrunched his eyes closed and sighed as he attempted to keep his temper under control. "You went looking then?"

To his surprise, Michelle shook her head and teared up a bit. "No, I got up an hour ago to answer the phone, it was Erika wondering where I was. Then I noticed that we had tracked some mud and water from outside so I went to get a mop and Erika keeps hers in a cupboard under the stairs, so..." Opening his eyes, Harry turned toward her and searched her face as she blinked away some wetness. "I swear, Harry, I would never betray your trust like that... especially as I know how it feels."

For a few moments Harry was quiet before he nodded. "I don't know why, but I believe you..." He let her sigh in relief and filed what she said about knowing how it felt away. "So you looked in the cupboard and..."

Uncomfortable, she shifted a bit, unknowingly bring her side more in contact with Harry's. "There was a old blanket and what looked like cot. I... also saw the tin soldiers hidden in the space just under some stairs as well as a scratched 'Harry's Room'. How long..."

Knowing her question, Harry stared ahead and shrugged. "My parents died when I was a little more then a year old and I only got this bedroom around my eleventh birthday."

Feeling something, he looked down to see that Michelle had grabbed his hand and threaded her fingers through his. A look at her face let him know that the pity that he feared might be there wasn't as she started to speak, though there was something unidentifiable to him instead. "Harry that's... horrible." She chewed her lip a bit before she grimaced. "I won't ask for you to tell me anything, but if you ever want to just talk, I'll be here to listen. I won't judge you or anything."

A small weight lifted off his shoulders at that as he gave her a slightly brittle smile. "Thanks. Don't know if I ever will, but yeah."

Slowly, a smirk crossed Michelle's face. "I do reserve the right to punch your relatives in the face though if they say anything that pisses me off."

Laughing a bit, Harry shook his head. "Sure, that I can get behind."

The young wizard felt a squeeze of his hand in Michelle's before she spoke softly. "Are... are we good?"

With an equally soft tone, Harry squeezed her hand back. "Yeah... I think that we are."

He blinked though as he felt her lay her head on his shoulder. "Good, I'm glad..."

With a smile, Erika entered the lounge and sat down in a chair facing a group of other young adults, all fellow students in her animatronics course. "Sorry about that, I was just checking up on a roommate of mine."

As she giggled, the red haired woman shook her head. "Don't sweat it, we all know how that goes at times." After the others nodded and she took a drink from her cider, the young woman raised an eyebrow. "So, what did you want us to come over now? Is it that project that you've been secretive about?"

Tilting her head a little, Erika nodded. "Actually, it does have to do with that, Steph... But first, Richard?" A young man with blue dyed hair perked up some. "I got word about the software patch you gave to me. Worked perfectly in regards to that room."

The others all glanced at each other as Richard laughed and punched his palm. "Really? Fuckin' A! Wasn't sure that it would work, but glad that it did." Slowly, he ran his hand through his hair. "Still surprised that someone programmed those animatronics to ignore a room. But man, was that a real bitch to track down in the coding."

Now really confused, one of the other young men frowned and looked between Erika and Richard. "Wait, wait, wait... Ignoring a room? But the only animatronics that would work for is free roaming ones. And besides some small toys, those are only around for the real high end groups like movie studios. What the hell are you involved in?"

Blowing a bang from her face, Erika shook her head. "Well, I can tell you that there's nothing illegal going on here before you ask. But you have to sign these before I can tell you anything more."

Much to their interest, Erika placed a small group of papers before everyone but Richard. At their looks, he raised his hands. "Hey, I already signed one of those before about this if I'm right." He glanced at Erika who nodded which caused him to whistle. "Well, shit. I'll say this, whoever you work for does not do it by half, Erika. You got some of the best students in the class here."

Intrigued by what they were hearing, and itching to know more, the others all read through their contracts bit by bit. If there was one thing that Professor Fritz had pounded into their heads, it was to closely examine contracts before signing them. Meanwhile, Erika continued her conversation with Richard. "Well, I suggested them to him and he agreed."

That caused the other young woman (who had black hair), Lauren, to look up in surprise. "Wait, your boss let you make suggestions and then not only listened, but went with them?! Holy shit, girl."

All Erika did was nod with a smile. "What can I say? The guy's a good boss and friend."

Finally, Davis set down his contract. "Seems to be your usual non-disclosure agreement..." After sharing a look with the others, he signed his before he handed it to Erika followed by everyone else. "Okay then, what's the big secret?"

Breathing deeply, Erika let it out slowly before she answered. "I'm currently working on the animatronics for Freddy Fazbear's actually and got the job from the new owner of the place."

Davis held up a hand in disbelief. "Wait, Freddy Fazbear's? As in Fazbear Entertainment? I've heard some stories about that place you know..."

Clearing her throat, Erika nodded. "All explained. I'm guessing that one of those stories is the Bite of '77?" At their nods, she frowned. "Turned out, thanks to Richard here, that was not a glitch as some thought. The guy who committed the child murders was also a tech there with full access to their programming and added a patch to make them violent toward adults... Especially adults in uniforms."

Her chin on her fist, Steph scowled. "Motherfucker... Okay then, I'm guessing that you're offering us jobs then?"

Once Erika nodded, Mike frowned. "But why? We'd only get a few months out of it since I heard that they're closing down at the end of the year. No longer profitable or something and the bad press."

While she grimaced a bit, Erika nodded. "They're closing down at the end of the year, you're right..." Then she smiled and caught them off guard. "But they're reopening in a few years once they tear down the old pizzeria and build a new one. They're also be using the time they have to do a media blitz to regain a good reputation. That is where we come in... Our jobs will be to do full upgrades on the animatronics and make them look... Friendlier and less scary. You guys don't have to join, this is of your free choice and if you join and things go belly up, then you have the offer of not listing it as a place of employment if you choose."

Now thoughtful, Lauren looked over the papers again. "How many animatronics are we talking about? Last I heard was that Freddy's has only about three or four if you count that pirate one."

Knowing she had them, Erika only smiled. "Well... They're using the old 'Toy' models as well and some others. All told... maybe a dozen if a little more. And if it does well enough, he might open other locations and we'd be working on those as well. Might even have some unique animatronics as well."

Whistling, Richard shook his head. "Damn... That'll give us some real work." He then looked toward Erika with a frown. "What about pay and budget? Your boss gave me a pretty decent pay for checking the programming and making the software patches. But still..."

Humming, Erika leaned back into her chair. "Budget is pretty high actually, though we already got nearly a full workshop of tools to use. If we need anything, we can pretty much get it as long as it's not outlandish. Paywise? He's nothing like the old owner. Hell, I'm getting paid about £1,000 every two weeks after taxes."

With she jaw dropped, Lauren shook her head. "Holy... And we'd be getting the same pay? So we get experience and a decent paycheque?" At the nod, she looked around. "I'm in. Besides, a fully stocked workshop? One that we would have full access to? Just think about what we could do!"

Chuckling, Richard reached over and flicked her chin. "You're drooling."

In return, Lauren smacked his hand. "Asshole."

Watching the byplay, Erika only shook her head before she frowned. "It'll be a bit for the workshop though. With the pizzeria being torn down and rebuilt, we need to set up elsewhere."

Steph snorted a bit. "No worries, just by an old autoshop for sale and set up the workshop in the garage. Or buy a building in one of those military bases they're always closing down and selling to be used as an business park. We can use that for a workshop."

There were nods around the group before they sat down and began to plan what would eventually see the rebirth of the animatronic side of Fazbear Entertainment.

There was a slight fog clinging to the ground as a group of teens gathered near to a door to Freddy's. After a moment, one of them pulled back his hood to reveal Piers Polekiss who grinned nastily. "Okay, everyone know what we're supposed to do? We go in once midnight comes around, beat the shit out of Potter and wreck the place."

One of the gang looked around with a nervous expression on his face. "Are you sure about this, Piers? We could just jump Potter on his way to work and kick his ass then. Hell, Dudley's not even here, he's at his Aunt's place."

A scowl on his face, Piers got into the other guy's face. "What? You want to chicken out or something? It's Potter, we've kicked his ass before and the guy's got uppity and needs to be shown his place. As for Dudley, he would only have a problem with not being here to beat him."

Looking around, another member of the gang shook his head. "I agree with Sean, Piers. This place has fucking cameras everywhere inside. That's a hell of a lot of difference from beating someone in the park or breaking someone's car window. Just don't want to get caught, you know?"

With a sneer, Piers pointed toward the door. "My cousin used to work here before he got fired for getting caught taking some tips. He told me that the cameras switch off after midnight. Also saw where the cameras are earlier today when no one was in that office of theirs. Besides, everyone should have their hoodies and masks. We won't get recognized and everyone will just think it's a bad drug deal or something with how criminal they think Potter is."

Chuckling, one of the bigger members shook his head. "Yeah, I still can't believe that Potter gets blamed for the shit that we've done." He then frowned as he looked around. "But how the hell are we getting inside? I went and kicked the door one night and damn thing looks like it's from shatterproof glass or something."

One of the others turned toward him and gave him an odd look. "Wait, what? How'd you know that?"

As he snorted, the one who had been speaking shook his head. "Was kicking it as hard as I could to try and scare the guard. Then I saw someone walking toward the door and took off before they could see me."

Piers grinned a bit. "Heh, easy to get inside." With his grin widening some, he jerked his thumb toward the door behind them. "Fire door in the bathroom you know? No alarms or anything and all I needed to do was shove some paper in there to keep it from closing. We go in at about eleven thirty after Potter's done his patrols and wait for midnight. Then we beat the shit out of him." There was a spark of greed on his face as he shook his head. "Maybe break in the cash registers as well..."

The others all shared a look before they waited. One of them on watch told them that Potter had arrived and gone inside before they looked at their watches until it was eleven thirty. With nods, they opened the fire door silently and walked inside with hoods up and masks on before closing it...

Not having noticed the hidden camera placed above them which Tony had used to watch his employees on break from a feed in the manager's office. After all, taking too many breaks was a reason for firing in his book when he had been alive.

Harry was just about to enter the party room when he felt a light weight settle on his shoulder and turned to see Aya there. "Something the matter?"

The spectre blinked her eyes before she looked back down the hallway. "Yeah, we got a group having snuck into the pizzeria."

Frowning, Harry looked around carefully as he whispered just low enough for Aya to hear him. "There's a group of people?" At her nod, he narrowed his eyes. "Any idea who they are and where they are?"

With her head tilted, Aya was listening to the whispers of the Black Mass. "It's a group of teenagers in masks in the girl's washroom. They're hiding in the stalls right now and keeping out of sight... The leader is named Piers."

Now surprised, Harry glanced at her again. "Wait, Piers? Short, weaselly looking bloke?" At her nod, he chuckled with a grin. "Oh... this is too great..." Quickly making his way across the party room, Harry stopped before the stage and quickly put the animatronics on free roam. "Guys? I need your help with something."

As he tilted his head some, Bonnie frowned. "What-" When Harry held a finger up to his lips, the rabbit dropped his volume down til he spoke in a whisper. "What do you need help with?"

Looking around, Harry cleared his throat. "There's a group of teens in the girl's bathroom according to Aya. If they're who I think they are, they're here to try and probably beat me up and cause all sorts of trouble."

Her eyes narrowed, Chica clinched her fists. "We won't let them hurt you, Harry."

The simular words and reactions from the others caused Harry to smile before he placed his hand on her arm. "I know that." A grin returned to his face. "Now then... I need you guys to scare them into some place here that will make them feel like they're safe, but also stop them from damaging anything important. While you do that, I'll call the police."

Slowly, Freddy rubbed his chin in thought before he began to grin. "I think that I know just the place..."

Hearing the chime, Piers walked out of the stall and put on the mask he had. "Okay, lets go and get Potter. Remember, we take him out first so he can't raise the alarm."

Following Piers out into the hall, one of the others chuckled. "You think there's any money in the register?"

With a snort, Piers shrugged. "Who knows?"

Unknown to them, in the security office, Harry whistled to himself as he watched them make their way towards where he was. "Come on then..."

One of the gang stopped and looked at some of the pictures on the wall and shivered a bit. "What the bloody fuck? Those things are creepy as hell..."

The others looked to see drawings of children on the wall. Except all the children were an ash color with black holes where their eyes should be and two streams of tears. Piers shivered a bit as it seemed like they were looking right through him. "Wh-whatever. Let's just go and get Potter..."

It took them sometime to get through the darkened pizzeria until they nearly reached the door to the security office, being quiet the whole way. Before they could enter though, the security door slammed down and Harry's face looked out the window at them as the light came on above them. "Hey there, Piers, how are you doing tonight?"

Pissed off, Piers swung the cricket bat in his hands at the door, but only got a sore hand in return. "POTTER!"

Wagging a finger, Harry smirked at them. "Now, now, Piers. You won't get through these doors like that." There was a knocking noise before Harry chuckled. "Heavily reinforced you know."

As he kicked at the door, Piers snarled. "We're going to kick your ass, Potter!"

Suddenly a deep and spooky laugh echoed through the building and causing the bullies to look around with one of them gulping. "What the hell was that!?"

Harry just grinned, enjoying seeing his childhood tormentors slightly frightened. "Don't you guys know why the doors are reinforced?" The wizard then pressed the tablet to the window to show that the show stage was empty. "Well... Are you guys ready for Freddy?"

Then the light shut off leaving them in darkness except for their flashlights when they heard another deep laugh echo through the building. Still with a grin, Harry pulled away from the window as Piers clinched his fists. "H-he's just trying to scare us!"

Another laugh echoed through the buildings as well as a slam of the other security door. Before he could say anything else, Piers felt one of the others yank on his sleeve and looked to see him pointing down the hallway. Once he saw what was there though, Piers and the others felt their blood run cold. Mainly because Freddy stared at them in the low light with his eyes black except for the white pupil. "Well, well... seems that we have some trouble makers here... and everyone knows what happens to troublemakers..."

With widened eyes, they watched as he slowly walked toward them before he laughed. Screaming, they rushed past him as he seemed to swipe at them as one of the bullies shouted. "DOOR! HEAD FOR THE DOOR!"

They ran down the hall to where the Party Room was only to see Chica and Bonnie walking toward them as the rabbit chuckled, the two in front of the only exits. "Well, well... seems we got a bunch of troublemakers here... What should we do, Foxy?"

From Pirate Cove, Foxy leapt onto a table and stood up, the low lights glinting off his hook as he gestured with it toward the group. "Why, we keelhaul troublemakers here, Mister Bonnie! Arrr!"

Chica's mouth opened in a grin as she seemed to glitch before she turned toward them. "I'm feeling rather hungry myself..."

Now utterly panicked, the group ran back the way they came only to go down the other hallway as they could see Freddy's shadow as he walked down. "What do we do, Piers?! WHAT DO WE DO?!"

Looking around, Piers noticed a door and pointed at it. "There! In there and we'll hide from them!"

Completely terrified, they rushed into the cleaning closet until they were all squished as they slammed the door shut. Meanwhile, Harry whistled as he held the phone to his ear. "Hello? Surrey Police? This is Security Officer Harry Potter at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria in Little Whinging. Yes, that Freddy's." Several moments passed as Harry brought up the camera for the cleaning closet. "Yes, I would like to report a break and enter in progress at the pizzeria. Yes, it's a group of teens some of which have weapons like cricket bats... Okay, thank you. Just tell them to go to the front door and I'll be waiting for them..."

Leaning against the door, Piers swallowed. "Okay... I don't hear any footsteps..."

Suddenly, they heard Potter's voice right on the other side. "They're right in there."

His eyes wide, Piers growled as his fear became anger in a moment. Then he threw the door open and swung the cricket bat at Harry. "POTTER! I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR ARSE!"

Before it reached him, someone grabbed his arm and he found himself on the floor with a weight on his back. "Now that's enough of that!" Looking up, he froze as he found himself looking into the unamused face of an police officer. "Not very smart, are you?"

Leaning to the side, the other officer scowled as he shined his flashlight into the room. "Put down the weapons now and come out one by one! Get on the floor!" Each of them came out and them dropped their weapons before they sat on the floor as the officer spoke into his radio. "Have the suspects in custody, have need for backup."

Another officer walked in and gestured over his shoulder. "Found out where they came in, the fire exit in the girl's washroom. They must have taped the door to prevent it from locking and found a cinder block on the outside that they must have used to make it look like it was locked, John."

With a scowl on his face, John looked down at the teen on floor. "This just keeps getting worse and worse for you, doesn't it?"

Panicked, Piers looked at Harry. "IT WAS HIM! HE LET US IN AND TRICKED US!"

John's partner, Walter looked toward Harry with a frown. "Do you have any evidence to the contrary?"

Frowning, Harry nodded. "The cameras all stop recording after midnight because of power issues. But before then, they're recording and I know that they must have come in before then, but after eleven or so when I arrived as I checked to make sure no one was hiding in the washrooms. So they should be on the cameras and I remember there being one right above that door according to a paper I found... but I need the manager to access it."

A glance into the party room showed Bonnie and Freddy walking around which caused the officer there to grimace. "Okay, could you contact whoever your manager is? We'll need that tape... and could you shut down the animatronics?"

While he shoved his hands into his pockets, Harry shook his head. "Can't, they're placed on free roaming at night because otherwise they lock up and will break down."

There were only some grumbles as John placed the handcuffs onto Piers.