Finn regained his consciousness slowly. Everything was dark and dim. He tried to blink, but it wasn't easy: his eyelids moved lazily and he had to fight to prevent them closing again. His head felt heavy, he could barely lift it to look around.

For a moment, he had no idea where he was. Dark, messy room, old, broken furniture… and before him, Jenny and the others, sitting next to the table. Yes, the table… Spring Bonnie and the birthday cake… memories started to return. He tried to move but something was wrong. His arms… they were streched back and they were not moving. A rope pressed against his wristle. There was also something on his face, he felt the taste of some dirty fabric. He tried to spit it out eith disgust. He saw it that the others' mouth are tied too and their arms are also stretched back. They didn't move, some of them were lying with their face on the tablr, the others sat in odd angles, their heads hanging back. And in the middle, that goddamned cake was still there.

Finn started to push his arms, and he felt she rope is loosening. It wasn't tied too carefully. Maybe the person who did this to them thought they are not awake before his return. The boy felt an icy struck of thought that who could do this and why, but then he discarded it. There will be time to think about this later. Now they have more important things to do: get free and run away, as fast as they can.

With renewed vigor, he started to push the rope again when he heard a whimper from the other side of the table. Betty started to wake up. As she saw the others, recognition and fright appeared in her eyes.

„Hey!" Finn said, but his voice was oddly rusty. Betty looked at her with the look of a scared little kitty. When he recognized Finn, he relaxed a bit.

„Free your hands!" Said Finn, clearing his throat to sound less grim. „I've almost succeeded, it is not tied so tight! We'll free the others and leave without a trace."

Betty also tried pushing hs arms and tried to get rid of fabric, stuffed into her mouth. He was mostly able to get rid of it, but the rope on her arms didn't loose.

„I can't!" She cried. „It didn't want to loose, Finn!" She started to twitching on the chair, really hysterically.

„Hey, calm down! You will pull out a joint! Slowly, carefully, and it will let you go. You know, as they did in the Blackbeard comics."

The others also regained ther consciousness slowly, blinking and spitting out the fabrics.

„What's this, Finn?" Asked Betty, with tears in her eyes. „Why are we here? Who has done this to us?"

„I know as much as you do." Finn answered. He felt his blood pulsing in his ears, like it was yelling run, run! But he saw the others staring at him, waiting for him to solve to problem, he gulped and tried to seem as wise as an adult. „When we are out, we will have plenty of time to think about this. Dad will find out, who was it and he will kick him in the ass!"

The children gave forth a weak, wobbly laugh, which died fast.

„Why did Bonnie lead us here?" Muttered Joey. „Did he know that someone's gonna hurt us? Or was it him, all alone?"

„You are talking nonsense." Said Jenny, but her voice was trembling. „He's just a machine, he has no own will!"

Just in that moment, they heard keys ringing and the door of the sotrage room opened. They all looked there, fear and hope in their widened eyes. The man who walked in was really familiar: it was Miles, the security guard of Fazbear's who once helped the to cover that they broke Toy Foxy. Finn cheered up when he saw him, but his happy cry died before he gave it forth, when he saw his face. He wasn't surprised or shocked, and the way he walked in was very conscious. And this could mean only one thing… but before Finn could think it through or say a word, Betty's voice exclaimed from the other side of the desk.

„Mr. Miles! Thanks for arriving!" She went into tears from relief. She didn't seem noticing, nor the others, that Miles didn't act like a saviour. Like any adult who would be shocked seeing them tied to their chairs – or they just didn't want to see it.

„We are so happy that you came to rescue us, such a luck that you were here!" Hollered Joey while pushing his bondage.

„It's not even close how happy I am." Said Miles with a wide smile which seemed really out-of-place. „But I think you are terribly misunderstanding something."

Betty's smile faded. The other children looked at Miles like their faces turned into pale masks. They finally noticed that something was wrong, but they still didn't want to admit it.

„Will… will you le tus go?" Asked Betty in a more uncertain tone.

„Of course, sweetie, of course." Said Miles, but he didn't do as they promised. He stepped to one of the shelves instead, he was seeking a bit while the children heard the clattering of metallic tools. Jenny and Betty tried to look behind their back, not to loose him out of their sight, but Miles had already returned next to them, with a large hammer in his hand.

„I will let you run free because we will play a game!" He smiled at them again.

Finn shivered. Miles's voice was really weird. His face looked nice and friendly, but his voice… it had some playful and still cruel tone in it, which sounded very menacing. The others were sitting there, frozen, they also felt it. They couldn't handle that something is badly wrong with the nice Mr. Miles. Finn tried not to think about it, he was focusing on the escape. His hand slipped suddenly from the loop, he was free, but he pretended as if he was still tied up. He hoped the others also working on loosening their bondage but it seemed like they are so powerless from fear like a rabbit, lighted by a headlight.

If they can't free themsleves, I can still run away and call some help. Miles didn't shut the door, I will run out and cry for help. If he would be able to do this, the guard would probably run after him and leave the others alone. Or he would be afraid that Finn will be uncover him so he would run away from here and let them go.

The boy didn't want to waste a single thought what did Miles mean by „playing a game".

„Play?" Asked Betty. Her voice was slow and weak, probably from shock. She finally realized that the friendly Mr. Miles didn't come here to help, but she still couldn't accept it.

„Yes, and it will be fun!" Smiled Mr. Miles - no, it wasn't a smile, it was a grin -, and he stood behind Betty's back. The girls tried to turn around to don't loose the sight of the man who still hadn't finish talking." At least, I will have great fun."

His voiced had some dreamy tone for now, and without noticing it, he touched Betty's hair and twisted one of her lock around his finger.

„It will be a fun day."