"Look." Dollface said, box pressed to her chest, leaving the bathroom after Izzy hurriedly split everyone up to find any exits. "We can't waste any light, so I'll just tell ya as we go, 'kay?"

Reggie nodded, breath clipping as she shakily stepped forward.

"Last summer, something happened, Somethin' reeeeeeeeeeeaal bad." Dollface said, trying to think of how to explain it as the walked, counting her steps, "And we weren't sure if we were gonna escape th'pizzeria."

Reggie nodded, pretending to understand.

"It was a Freddy Fazbears'. We just got back from a gig in one of the sister locations and it was midnight-" Dollface touched the wall, "-Midnight exact-"

"-And that's when they woke up and tried t'kill us. I was an idiot and told everyone t'split up. That's how they almost got us."

Reggie nodded again, not really following.

"We were locked in there 'til six. The guy who locked us in, someone we trusted, wanted us dead. He set the place on fire when the 'bots failed." Dollface sniffed and looked at the clock ticking on the wall. Regina stumbled, stride broken as she heard her older sister whisper; "There were just so many."

Reggie desperately wanted to ask who and why, but her tounge was tied behind her teeth.

"I shouldn't be worryin'. Henry's probably late, and gettin' our bags by the employee exit, even if it was barricaded, was a great way to cut down on time in this ugly place. See? Lights ain't out. We're fine."

Reggie didn't believe that. Not in the slightest. She watched the little red strip align perfectly with the other two hands on twelve.

The building let out a dying whir as the lights went down to nothing but red exit signs.

"Let the games begin."

...Princess walked down the corridor of the arcade section in the maze, thoughtfully scratching at her pale foundation hiding a large pimple on the side of her nose.

Wow, they really did go all out for this place.

"Wait a damn minute!" She exclaimed, looking at the charred Street Fighter. "That is MINE!"

She rattled it excitedly, seeing her named scratched in the side with her highest score etched with it. This was the one!

The exact one!

The one she'd dominated at Friendly Bear's Lazer Arcade. The one with Chelsea Chicken and her singing cheesecake and and Rodney the red rabbit and the blue fox and-and-and-!

Friendly the latex faced bear.

Princess smiled, hands on both sides of the dead machine, remembering what life was like before working at Freddy's, before Ballora and Bonnie and all the accompanying nightmares that she couldn't ever begin to explain to her girlfriend.

Lilly didn't deserve to see the horrors Princess had witnessed that night.

Princess saw her reflection in the blacked-out screen and listened to the building wind down around her as the darkness fell and smothered her like a blanket.

The screen continued to be disapointingly black, no matter how hard her hands squeezed the cabinet sides.

Princess's shoulders fell as she turned away.

What was she expecting? Life where there was none? One last round?

The building had burned last summer.

What was left was dragged to this unholy place.

Princess marched stiffly down the arcade hall as bright violet Dahlia petals, dual-toned and intricate started to flow from the static filled screen of Street Fighter as the second night of Dia de los Muertos commenced in a swirling dance of petals and tickle around her ankles…

...Wolfie plundered through her section of the maze.

She plopped down on a random box.

Ugh, Louboutans suck ass.

So did her borderline cystic back-ne, but at least the shoes were fashionable.

One of the many reasons Wolfie was glad she was always put in a full body suit. Even if the current one had bigass epilettes with yellow stars and was a little tight around the crotch.

And chest.

Wolfie shifted her shoes off her aching feet and untied her converses at the laces hastily thrown over her overly padded shoulder. She looked at the animal toe pattern she'd painted one th white caps and slipped them on the footies of her body suit. She tapped her heel against the tile and sighed, relieved.

"EEK!" She jumped off the scorched blue box she'd been sitting on, then let out a breath.

"This place gives me t'willies." Wolfie derisively muttered. She stalked down the corridor, never heeding the scorched present's lid creak open in a delicate spray of white Poppy petals…

"...You are brave." Izzy assured herself, "You are smart. You are kind."

Then why don't I believe it?

Izzy stopped picking at her face, eyes closing as the lights went out.

"It's just another night." She said to the funhouse mirror and the darkness whirring away. Just find a way out, easy, right?

Henry didn't come yet, he's probably just late. In traffic.

Or working.

Or something.

Anything but betrayal.

Not again.

Did she hear hissing as sge wandered into an 'Employees Only Zone'?

Right behind her left ear?

Like static?

Or breathing?

Was that a smell tickling her nose and making her feel nauseous?

No, 'twas her own silly, overactive imagination.

Or was it?

"No." Izzy said with confidence, "Nothing's wrong. We're like foxes in th'garden. Splittin' up t'get th'jump."

Izzy knew this was a good idea.

There's only one possible thing in here, and who were to assume they weren't alone?

What are the chances?

Something rattled behind her.

Izzy whipped around to the pots and pans behind her.

Nothing.

A rat scurried over her orange feet and she squealed, kicking in the air.

She fell back onto a metal counter.

Why was there a fully functional kitchen?

In a horror attraction?

That reheats pizza?

Izzy sighed, turned, then frowned, rat gone.

It had been an awful fat one too.

She left the employees only zone and a trail of yellow marigold petals followed like lost dogs...

Dolli Mae jumped and squealed, then calmed down upon landing.

Oh thank God, just an uglyass wall decoration.

Hah, silly, wasn't it?

Dolli Mae searched the Foxy attached to the wall, arms dramatically outstretched and jaws hanging open.

Foxy looked ecstatic to see her.

It had done its job, scare her. She tapped the tarnished hook. Wait a second…

Dolli Mae got onto her tippy-toes and saw the holes in the scarred fursuit. She cupped the side of it's sculpted face, counting each bullet holes like stars in the sky.

It was him, the monster under her bed.

SNAP!

Dolli Mae let out a yelp as the slack jaw bounced and snapped shut at the trigger, along with the moth eaten eyepatch, nearly taking off her nose. The springlocks were still in there and somehow still fully functional.

Dolli Mae stepped back, not wanting a more important body part snapped off like twigs on a tree.

She sighed, and turned with red sunflower petals nipping at her heels, and tried to find another exit.

Maybe the bathroom had an open window.