Bringing Bonnie would have been a terrible idea so Mike left her at home with a 12 pack of Samuel Adams. Mike drove up to the gateway to Fritz's land. A solid wall of concrete rising 9 feet high surrounded the property with one iron gate. Mike stepped out of his car and looked at the makeshift moat with one pathway to the iron gate big enough for a car. Mike went up to iron gate looking for any sort of telecom or phone he could reach Fritz with.

"Hold it." A voice said above him.

Mike looked up at and saw two 360 cameras covering each other's blindspot. A floodlight turned on, beaming on both Mike and his car. He assumed the cameras had microphones as well as speakers. "Fritz? My name is Mike Schmidt. I used to work at Freddy's Fazbea's pizzeria too. I have a few questions if you can spare the time."

"I know who you are and I got a few for you and you are going to be answering them quick if you know what is good for you," Fritz said over the camera. "First off, is that robot of yours in the car?"

"No she is at home"

"She?" The voice said. "Let me tell you something, those things aren't shes hes or thems, they're its. And its get you killed."

Mike was silent as he thought of how much he agreed with that statement. Yes, the robots did try to kill him when he worked at the restaurant but Bonnie had plenty of opportunities and didn't. Although she was an acquaintance of his, he never let go of the possibility she may turn on him at any moment.

"Next question:" Fritz continued. "Do you have any weapons on you?"

The pocket knife in Mike's right pocket began to feel heavy. "I," Mike started, "I have a knife."

A scurrying small red dot on his chest caught his attention. He watched it crawl up his body to where he could only imagine it was placed firmly on his forehead. "Now son," Fritz said, "I don't want to shoot you but I'd really appreciate it if you took the knife out and placed it in front of you and took 3 steps back. Do it slowly and we will get to my last question."

Mike kept one hand in the air while the hovered above his pants pocket. His hand slogged its way into his pants. He focused on feeling around for his knife, the red dot burrowing into his forehead. Once he had a proper grip on his knife he inched it of his pants. He held it up to the light and bent forward making sure his grip on his knife didn't slip. He placed the knife on the gravel in front of him and took two steps back. He decided best to keep his hands in the air.

"Now then," Fritz said, "what the hell do you want?"

Mike got straight to the point. "I want to get into the pizzeria." Mike said.

Fritz let his laugh go through the speaker. "The hell are you? Some kind of idiot? It's barely enough they kept the shithole fenced off and you still want to find some opening in?"

Mike let Fritz finish laughing. "It's Bonnie." He spoke. "Sh-It needs repairs. The only place to get the parts are in the pizzeria."

"This conversation is dropping IQ points by the second." Fritz said. "Why in the hell would you risk your life for something that tried killing you once before?"

As much as Mike would have agreed with that logic a year ago. Living with Bonnie for a year waned his fear of her and a small sense of defensiveness did seep into him as he remember how Bonnie was trying to reintegrate back into society.

"Fritz," Mike said, "I don't think the robots had any control over their actions. Bonnie mentioned before the place having a hold on her. I think there's something there that is causing them to kill people. I know that sounds crazy but hell courts are deciding what to classify these sentient robots so it can't be too far off, can it?"

Mike listened to the static of the speaker while he waited for Fritz' response. "Look," Fritz said, "you may or may not be right, either way I want nothing to do with those robots and I sure as hell ain't coming with you inside."

"Can you at least provide me with some weapons or tips on how to defend myself from them?" Mike asked.

"Ah hell I figured you might ask me that." Fritz said. "I don't have anything on me right now I'm willing to part with and the weapons I got are pretty expensive to make, but I do got some prototypes I got lying around I can fix up to make them usable. But on the condition, you do something for me."

"Name it."

"If you are that crazy and generous enough to go back then there is something that has been nagging at me. There used to be a locked file cabinet located in the owner's office. Before I got canned I never confirmed whether they destroyed my records or not. For legal reasons I'd imagine they would but I don't like to hang my hat on assuming. If those things are sentient all they need to do is go into those records and find a way to me. If I were you, I would find yours and destroy it too."

Mike was both amazed at Fritz' ability to think about ways of protecting himself and dreaded his inability to prognosticate.

"Come back in a few days. I'll have your weapons ready and I'll think about a way to get in. Now get you butterknife and get the hell out of here."

With that the static cut off, although the flood lights were still training on him. Mike picked up his knife and turned towards his car. He looked at the general direction of where he thought the house was. He could barely make out the top portion of the large farm house. He wagered Fritz was up in that attic looking at him from that vantage point. Mike turned back to his car, got in, and drove away.