Chapter 1: Unexpected Guest

Survey Results: Roxanne Wolf vs. Glamrock Foxy

Corporate has sent the market survey results back after rigorous rounds of tests with the target age group. It appears that the Roxanne Wolf animatronic outperformed Glamrock Foxy by a significant margin in the key demographics. Because of this, corporate has elected to discontinue Glamrock Foxy from the band, effective immediately. He will be brought to Parts and Service tomorrow for decommission while we prep Roxanne for the main band role. Retain Foxy imagery ONLY for Pirate's Cove.

Highlighted personality for press: Roxanne Wolf is a tough girl with a narcissistic streak, a habit of bullying, and a passion for winning. The mascot of the indoor Roxy Raceway, she sees herself as the best racer in the world and is eager to prove herself. However, like her bandmates, she cares deeply about her fans, especially children, and would never put them in harm's way. Her instrument is the keytar, and she sings from the heart.

Press documents outlining the changes will be available at the usual page.

End communication.

Roxanne Wolf was at a loss for what to do.

The animatronic wolf, who considered herself the real star of Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, had been making her way back to her green room on Rockstar Road after a lengthy autograph session with her fans. It was nearly closing time, and she was due to get her nightly recharge when she impulsively took a detour. Maybe, she thought, she could find one more adoring fan to interact with, just to put a bow on what had been a very busy day.

She hadn't expected to find a lone, crying child.

A quick scan told her the child was a boy, somewhere between six and eight years old, give or take. He didn't seem to notice her at first. Roxanne's instinct was to tell him to stop crying, as it wouldn't do him any good, but caught herself. It's not like she hated kids or anything; she adored kids, especially hearing them cheer her name. But her childcare and safety programming wasn't as advanced as her friend's, Chica Chicken. She picked up her head, her animatronic parts clicking and whirring as she moved, and she glanced around for the child's guardians. But save for the wet floor bots by the vending machines, the hall was completely abandoned.

Roxanne winced. It was up to her to ensure the child's safety now, whether she liked it or not. That was protocol when any animatronic finds a lost child. Come on, she told herself, you're the best at what you do. Cautiously, she took a small step towards him… and suddenly had an urge to smack talk.

"Hey los—"

She quickly stopped herself, making a noise that sounded like a weird, metallic cough. Pull yourself together, Roxy!

"Hey, kid, are you hungry?"

The kid froze and stopped rubbing his eyes. He looked up at her with that wide-eyed stare only kids can do. Roxanne couldn't help but notice just how small he was… and, consequently, just how much she loomed over him. She knelt to his eye level, her fluffy tail laying on the floor.

She held out her hand to him, and tried to smile… well, as much of a smile as her plastic and metal structure would allow. He seemed less tense now, and at this angle, Roxanne could see the familiar shirt he was wearing: a red shirt with black burst stars, just like her painted-on outfit. This kid has good taste.

"I bet I'm your favorite."

She knew she sounded cocky, but to her surprise, he nodded shyly and held his hand back out to hers. His little palm barely fit around her index finger.

"I can help," she said softly.

The kid nodded, more energetically this time.

"Are you lost?"

It looked like he wanted to say "no", but he stopped and started looking around, clearly trying to pinpoint a landmark. Roxanne knew he wasn't very far from Fazer Blast, but she wasn't sure if that was where he came from. After a few seconds, he turned back and nodded at her, stepping a little closer.

Roxanne closed her eyes and thought. What would your friends do in a situation like this? What would Freddy do? Or Chica? Channeling her goody two-shoes friends, Roxanne reached forward and gave the little boy into a gentle hug, his face pressing into her chest plate.

He was so small…and fragile. Roxanne knew instinctively she could hurt him by accident. After all, she was just as strong as Montgomery Gator, and she'd seen him bend a steel girder after a kid laughed at his sunglasses. She had to be careful.

The kid tried to hug back, but his little arms were too short to fit around her. Roxanne suddenly felt insecure. Are you fat? No…don't be silly, you're glorious, literally sculpted to be perfect. She carefully broke the hug. "Do you have a name, little rock star?"

"M-Marcus." His voice was so small, almost a whisper. She was thankful for her exceptional hearing.

"Do you know where your parents are?"

He shook his head. "We had a birthday party for Cory, and Cory's parents were in charge."

A birthday party…right, Roxanne remembered now. There had been one earlier that evening. Freddy was given a special request of bringing the cake to the table and mingle with the guests, so that meant Roxanne got to sing. It wasn't often she got to sing solo. Chica had rewritten the old song "Turbo Lover" to "Pizza Lover". Typical of her, always thinking what's good for the brand and her insatiable stomach. Even so, Roxanne was upset that Chica was banned from singing; she used to love singing all the time before her experimental voice box was installed.

Roxanne was snapped out of her thoughts by the intercom blaring a message.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for visiting and we hope you enjoyed the show! Freddy and the gang are pretty tired, but they'll be back again next week after a few days of scheduled maintenance."

As it droned on, Roxanne checked her internal computer. 11:30 PM. Doors would officially close in thirty minutes, and then poor Marcus would be stuck here all night until the doors reopened at 6 AM. She had to find Vanessa, the security guard. She'd know what to do and how best to keep Marcus safe. She's the only authority at night, after all.

She's also human…unlike Roxanne. She felt a strange pain shoot through her.

No! Now's not the time for a breakdown. Not in front of the kid. Put your shit aside, for his sake if nothing else. Why do you even care so much? Were you programmed to? Focus!

"Let's take you to the nice security lady," Roxanne said at last. "She'll call your parents and get them to come pick you up."

"O-okay!" Marcus perked up. It seemed like he was reassured now.

"So! Do you want to ride with Roxy?"

He nodded eagerly, and Roxanne carefully picked him up in her arms. He squealed in delight. He was so small, and light too, it was like holding nothing at all. Roxanne set him down on her left shoulder plate. He held onto her head, and one of his hands tightly squeezed her ear. A growl slipped past her lips. She felt Marcus tense up.

No, no, no. Monty's the one with the temper, not you.

Roxanne took a deep breath and sighed…which was more of a placebo, since she couldn't actually breathe, but it felt nice. She thought about how Chica might react.

"Hey, sorry, little rock star, you just startled me. I'm fine, go ahead. I know it's hard to resist someone this glorious."

Marcus gave a little laugh. Wait…is he laughing at me? Roxanne's fist clenched…and then loosened, as she tried to listen more carefully. It was a laughter of relief. This was good, actually. You're doing great. The best, even. You're the best. That's why you feel warm and fuzzy inside, right?

As Roxanne walked through the Pizzaplex atrium, it really hit her how empty it was. Most customers left early Sunday night, as it was the end of the weekend, and they'd be going back to work or school the next morning. She checked the time again. Twenty-four minutes left. Normally Roxanne wasn't a stickler for keeping time, but getting Marcus home safe was her top priority.

She made her way through the main atrium, passing by the dozens of S.T.A.F.F. bots that did all the menial work; sweeping, cleaning, organizing, and patrolling. Marcus seemed to be nervous around them, and Roxanne understood; the dull, puppet-like bots cared nothing for anyone, only their tasks. They didn't even comment on Roxanne's indisputable splendor. The nerve.

When the inevitable Map Bot appeared, Marcus ducked his head into Roxanne's fluffy mane. She chuckled a little and then grabbed the map, and the bot wandered away, repeating its dull "Free map, free map". She handed the map to Marcus as his head emerged, and then she looked around the atrium again.

Where was Vanessa? And why does a place this big have only one security guard? Questions like this had nagged at Roxanne for a while, but never had to confront them until now. Maybe it's all the animatronic upkeep. Your eye upgrades were expensive, after all…

Wait…your eyes!

Roxanne had been so caught up in the moment that she forgot her eyes' unique ability. They were linked to sensors throughout the Pizzaplex and the Raceway. They were initially designed to help her win races, but her designer had security with them in mind too. Because of this, she could "see" things none of the other animatronics could. They came bundled with other features too, such as infrared vision, night vision, and x-ray vision.

She closed her eyes briefly, then opened again to look around. Lots of leftover shirts and novelty gifts had been left behind. Chica was near the atrium's café, Freddy was leaving the recharge station behind his green room, Monty was down at Parts and Service, the DJ was asleep at his stage, and the Daycare Attendant was in its room. But strangely, there was no sign of Vanessa at all. She looked towards the direction of the West Arcade and saw a purple distortion near the server room. It didn't seem to be moving. Weird, maybe the sensor array there was disrupted.

Roxanne tapped Marcus's leg gently. "Cover your ears. I'm going to call for her."

Marcus nodded, shut his eyes, and put his hands over his ears.

Roxanne's voice box whirred as she worked up the shout. And then…

"VANESSA!"

Her shout echoed throughout the atrium, emphasizing the natural distortion of her robotic voice. She was always conflicted about how it sounded. It was human-like but very artificial, and even unsettling to some people. But it also gave her character and made her unique. Still, she couldn't help but imagine getting a voice box upgrade someday…

"Can I listen again now?" Marcus asked, hand still over his ears.

"Of course," Roxanne said, but it didn't seem like he had heard her. She tapped his knee and gave him a thumbs up.

He uncovered his ears and looked around. "I still don't see her…"

"This is a big place, little rock star, and she has to patrol it all by herself." Roxanne wasn't sure why she was sticking up for Vanessa. Maybe because she was part of the Pizzaplex crew, a coworker of sorts. And she was fairly nice to her, for the most part anyway.

Roxanne heard a clanking noise nearby. Chica had come up the escalator and hurried over to her. Marcus smiled and waved at her, and Roxanne felt a pang of abject jealousy.

"Hey, Chica," Roxanne said, keeping her cool. "This kid got left behind after the big birthday party today."

"Oh!" Chica said in her nauseatingly chipper tone. "When you sang Pizza Lover? That's my favorite song!"

Chica giggled and twirled on the spot. Roxanne growled in annoyance, which Chica never seemed to notice. "Fu…yes, Chica. But that's not the point. I'm looking for Vanessa."

"So that's why I heard you shout! Where have you looked?"

"Well, I found Marcus by Fazerblast…"

Marcus suddenly spoke up. "We went to play Fazerblast after we'd had cake, and I couldn't get the gear off fast enough. I tried running out, but one of those creepy bots stopped me and said I couldn't leave."

"Yeah," Roxanne said, "they'll stop you if you try carrying out anything unauthorized." She glanced at him and noticed he didn't have a blaster on him; only players on the winning team would get a blaster before leaving. The sudden urge to call him a loser came. She fought it back, remembering the early days of the Raceway, where she was forced to throw races after parents started complaining that none of the kids ever won. And that's not even counting the times she legitimately lost…and remembering them twisted her metaphorical stomach.

Let's not give him a hard time. You know how much you hate feeling like a loser. And you're one of the best. THE best. If you hate losing, imagine how this kid must feel. He's so timid and usele—unsure of himself. It trips him up. You've been there too.

Chica tilted her head. "But the S.T.A.F.F. bots shouldn't stop him from leaving, Roxy. They're supposed to alert the child's parent or a staff member!"

Roxanne sometimes forgot just how much of the company procedures Chica had expertly memorized. For all her airheadedness, the bimbo bird was excellent with customers, and dealt with them almost as much as Freddy.

But you're good too! Marcus is your situation. Buzz off, birdbrain.

"You're right, that's weird. We really should tell Vanessa. Did you see her?"

Chica shook her head. "Nope, not at all! But she doesn't patrol the kitchens all that often. Something about being scared of cockroaches. But I think they're cute, and tasty!"

Roxanne recoiled. "EW, Chica."

Chica looked a little hurt but glanced up and saw Marcus agreed with Roxanne on this one. So she giggled and shrugged.

"A place like this isn't safe for a kid overnight. It's hardly safe for the adults."

"Why not leave him at the Daycare?" Chica asked.

Roxanne looked even more disgusted than before "Are you kidding? With that…thing?"

Chica thought about it, then laughed nervously. "Y-yeah, you're right, never mind."

"Listen, can you help us spread out and look for her?" Roxanne said. "It's almost closing time. Maybe get Freddy and Monty in on it too."

"Oh! Sure! But I don't know where they…oh, you know, don't you?" Chica said, tapping on her own eyeball.

Roxanne gave a confident chuckle. Sometimes, Chica was alright. "Monty's down by Parts and Service. Freddy just finished charging; he's sitting in his green room. Hurry though, we don't have a lot of time."

"Yes, ma'am!" Chica said confidently, saluting Roxanne like a soldier, then bounced cheerfully down the escalator to the show stage. She pressed a button, activating a lift that brought her down to Parts and Service, and disappeared from view.

See? She's airheaded, but not dumb. She's just not YOU. Everyone WANTS to be you.

…But who could be you?

A memory she had repressed reared its ugly head. Dozens of endoskeletons, all identical, all dangling from service wires and ready for assembly. An engineer talking casually about ripping someone apart and putting their casing on a new endo. Seeing her body – her face, her eyeless face – staring back at her from a box across the room, while she hung from the wire, unable to move. A dreadful angst overwhelmed her. No, not now. Don't let it set in. Her throat was dry. Her voice failed her. Her body was shivering. Horrible thoughts of being scrapped, replaced, her remains grafted onto another skeleton, looking and dancing like her, getting all her love and adoration, but not being her. Was she unique? Or was she as disposable as any S.T.A.F.F. bot? Stop it! Get it together!

Roxanne felt her cooling fan running on high. Some coolant was leaking down her cheek. She felt like she might explode or short circuit, and she didn't know which was preferable. And suddenly…all that anxiety was interrupted by the feeling of something in her hair. Marcus was petting her head and rubbing her ears.

It felt…nice. Roxanne leaned into it, closing her eyes. Some low, rumbling noise of comfort echoed from her voice box. Her cooling fan started winding down.

"Don't be sad." Marcus sounded like he didn't understand what was going on, why Roxanne was so upset, but wanted her to feel better. "You're a good doggy, Roxy. Don't be sad." Roxanne would normally snap at this; she was designed to be a wolf and was proud of it. But she couldn't be upset with him. He was trying, and that's what mattered.

After a moment, Roxanne walked over to a staircase and sat him down on the steps. She knelt, making sure she was at eye-level with him. "Thanks for that, kid."

Real smooth, Roxy. Can't even call him by his name. You wouldn't people just calling you "Wolf", right? Or "bot"? Hell no. You're Roxanne Wolf. Show this kid who Roxanne is.

"So, what's your last name, Marcus?"

"Um…Cooper."

"Well. Thank you, young Mister Cooper," she said, trying to make him sound cool.

"Why were sad though?" Marcus asked innocently. "I thought cool girls don't get sad."

Roxanne sighed. "Everyone gets sad sometimes, some things just hurt us."

"Then what's hurting you?"

Roxanne winced and rubbed the back of her head. "It's hard to explain. But, well…you know when a toy gets old, dirty, and broken, and it gets thrown away?"

Marcus paused, then nodded.

"In the end, aren't I just a toy too?"

Marcus stared in shock, as if she had burnt a bible in a church. He looked like he was about to speak, but she held up a finger to show she wasn't finished.

"So, I was thinking about what will happen when I'm old, busted and going to be thrown away in favor of a new toy." She finally noticed the coolant on her cheek and wiped it off.

"I'd save you!" Marcus said triumphantly, standing up on the stairs and pointing up. It was like a cheesy superhero pose.

Roxanne blinked. "W-what?"

He grinned. "If someone would be dumb enough to get tired of you, I'd bring you back home with me! I do that with other toys, too, especially since dad says we don't have a lot of money for new ones."

"Marcus…" Roxanne shook her head in disbelief. "First of all, I weigh several hundred pounds. I doubt you could drag me out of the dumpster."

"Yeah, not alone! I'd get my dad and his friends to help carry you home! In a big truck!"

Roxanne couldn't help but giggle. Marcus was nothing if not optimistic. "And second of all, do you know how much power I need to work?"

"Well, my dad could help! He's super good with machines." Marcus was shooting down every objection and self-defeating statement.

"I suppose…" Roxanne said. "I'm not sure I'm even allowed to leave. There could be legal consequences." She sighed softly. "Besides, even getting over all that, wouldn't people look at me weird if we went out together? And would your parents even trust me? There have been a lot of disappearances around here, after all. Of course, someone's going to suspect something like me."

Silently, she thought about how there were too many places in Gator Golf where someone could hide a body. Marcus looked at her, uncomprehending.

"Well, aren't I scary, though?" Roxanne said. "I'm big, I've got claws and fangs, I know some people don't like robots, and my voice isn't 'right' compared to yours."

She could feel her body trembling again, the self-doubt creeping up. She wanted to calm down, but it was so hard to stop once it started.

Since the Pizzaplex had opened, patrons have had all sorts of awful reactions to her. To many of them, she was just an object without feeling, and as such, fair game for casual abuse. Some of it was just regular callousness towards things people didn't think were alive, or advanced enough, like she was no different from a fucking Roomba. Others saw her as "unnatural", whatever that meant. Why come here if they were freaked out by animatronics at all? They're the main attraction!

Admittedly, she could sort of understand where they're coming from, given the S.T.A.F.F. bots have remarkably basic and unchanging personalities. But you're different. You're Roxy, for goodness's sake! Queen of Roxy Raceway! The most rockin' keytarist on this side of the universe! And you don't deserve to be treated like shit by those nasty patrons!

But…some were nice too. Like Marcus, there were lots of children who adored her, who cuddled plushies of her and wore shirts with her face on it. There were also some adults who liked her, but while getting attention and glorification was nice, she wasn't sure how to feel about them. Okay, Roxy, get out of your own head already.

"Roxy, can I pet your tail?"

She glanced down and saw him reaching his hand out towards her large, fluffy tail. She nodded. "Sure, anything for my little number two."

He beamed. She watched as he unsubtly groped and violently pet her tail, even rubbing his face in it. Of course that's how a kid would react…and yet, for a brief moment, she had forgotten that.

She laid her arms over her knees, crossed them together, and rested her head on top of them. You're pathetic, having to be comforted by a little boy. But best you can do to repay him is to get him home safe, right? Speaking of… She blinked and looked up, adjusting her vision to check on the others. Chica and Freddy were both in the lobby, and Monty was strolling through the underground passages that connect the different areas of the Pizzaplex together. Where the hell was Vanessa? There were just five minutes left until midnight and there was still no sign of her. Poor Marcus would be stuck at the Pizzaplex overnight at this rate. Something's fucked here.

"Marcus, can I see your Fazwatch?" she said, turning her head back to him.

He blinked and looked up. Letting go of her tail, he took the watch off and handed it to her.

"Nobody else has shown up to help, so I'm taking this into my own hands."

Marcus laughed. "But Roxy, you have paws!"

Roxanne chuckled. "Right, paws." She held the Fazwatch and looked at it. Even though her fingers were too big to use the touch screen, she could still use it remotely through a wireless connection in her hands, as all the other animatronics could. She opened the contact information section. "That's strange, I don't see a phone number for your parents here."

Marcus looked down, hiding a guilty expression.

Roxanne sighed. "Marcus. I'm not going to be mad, but I need you to be honest with me."

Marcus squirmed, curling up his fists. "I…I snuck in! I'm not actually a popular kid! Cory is, and he had such a big birthday party that I thought no one would notice if I snuck in with them!"

The mechanical void where Roxanne's heart would be ached. "Oh, kid…" She shook her head. "Do you have your dad's phone number?"

He nodded. She held the Fazwatch to him and he dialed the number.

"Alright…I have to concentrate, so don't disturb me, okay?"

Marcus nodded. Roxanne checked the watch's Wi-Fi to ensure it was connected, turned off its video camera, and then initiated the call. As the phone rang, she closed her eyes and focused. She triggered whatever memories she had in her memory bank of Vanessa speaking and tried to sample the natural inflection of her voice. She could feel her cooling fans speeding up. She had to make this quick.

"H-hello? Helloooo?" The man on the other end sounded awkward, like he had somehow never touched a phone before in his life.

"Hello, Mr. Cooper?" Roxanne's voice was completely different, now sounding almost identical to Vanessa's. "Your son, Marcus, was here at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex with his classmates for a birthday party and got lost before he could leave. We'd like for you to come and pick him up, as we're closing in five minutes."

Voice imitation for Chica came naturally to her thanks to her unique voice box, but for Roxanne, it was a struggle to keep it up. The cooling fans were whirring so loud that they were audible now, and she could feel her throat getting warm. Mr. Cooper didn't respond, so she spoke again.

"When you arrive, please call us at this number, and ask for Vanessa."

"Hold on, hold on, hold on…" It sounded like was trying to reorient himself but also tell her something dire. She heard something knock over and he swore under his breath. Oh my god, hurry up. "I-I'm sorry, I'm out of town on an engineering gig, cell phone tower work. I won't be back for another two days, maybe one if I dropped everything and rushed there now."

She wanted to swear but held it back. "In that case, how about his mother?" She could hear the distortion starting to come back, and instinctively held the Fazwatch further away to make it less obvious.

"She can't. She left us for some European lawyer fella two years ago. Listen, I'm going to call my sister to come get him, but she may not be there until later, maybe in the morning. Sorry, but in the meantime, can you all take care of him?"

Her voice was really giving out now, but she made one last effort. "Certainly, sir. Goodnight." And with that, she hung up the call and shut down the voice mimicry system. She could hear the cooling fans start to wind down.

Marcus stared at her, having heard the entire conversation, and was struck with awe. "Wow! You can do that with your voice?!"

Roxanne coughed to reorient or voice box. "F-for a little bit, but it really hurts. Chica can do it as much as she wants. I should get upgraded too…"

Her tail whipped back and forth in agitation. Marcus hugged her leg. "Only if you want to! I like you just the way you are, Roxy. Always be yourself because everyone else is taken!"

He did some silly dramatic superhero pose. Roxy chuckled. What a weirdly specific thing to say. She scanned her internet archive for that quote. "Hmmm. Special Agent Oso. That show's kind of old now."

"My dad showed it to me," Marcus said with a grin. "But you know what I mean, right Roxy? You're the best at being you!"

"R-right, of course. I'm the best." Roxanne nodded and gently pat his head. "Since no one's coming until tomorrow, look like it's going to be a sleepover."

She tried to sound excited about it, but it came out as more of a growl. Marcus flinched but quickly got over it. He seemed to be getting used to her quirks.

Before Roxanne could lead him to her green room, she heard footsteps behind her, heavy stomps that sounded like a football player hitting the floor over and over again. She'd recognize that noise anywhere. "There you are, Freddy," she said with a relieved sigh as she turned around.

Sure enough, there was Freddy Fazbear, poster boy of the Pizzaplex himself, stepping off the escalator and walking over to her. "Hello, Roxanne. I got the message form Chica that our little superstar has been left behind after the birthday party. She also noted that the S.T.A.F.F. bots have been acting peculiar this evening. In any case, I am here to help."

Stupid Freddy with his eloquence, good diction, and his comforting, fatherly voice.

"Yeah, everything's strange tonight. I can't find Vanessa anywhere. But don't worry, his dad's been informed."

Freddy glanced at her. "Informed how, Roxy?"

Roxanne rubbed the back of her head. "Uh…I called his dad on his Fazwatch."

Freddy was aghast. "Roxanne! You know we're not to reveal our sapience to the general public!" He was more panicking than chastising.

She folded her arms and growled. "Hey, I did what I thought was best! And I used Vanessa's voice, not mine."

Freddy sighed. "Did it sound like he was suspicious?"

"No, not at all, I think he was distracted by something."

Freddy nodded. "I understand. Please warn me next time before doing something like that. But I know your heart is in the right place."

He put his hand on her shoulder. Stupid Freddy's soothing voice and reassurance made her feel all gooey inside, but she couldn't show it. She just turned her head bashfully. "I'm just following my programming. Any of you would've done the same."

She flicked her tail, accidentally bopping Marcus in the face with it. He squealed and then started laughing.

"So, Freddy, what do we do now?"

"Now it's up to us to keep him safe." Freddy knelt to look at the boy, his arm over his knee. "So, little superstar, are you hungry?"

"His name is Marcus," Roxanne said, almost protectively.

Freddy nodded. "So, Marcus, are you hungry? Chica always arranges a few extra pizza orders just before closing time. We can bring you some if you'd like."

Marcus bobbed his head side to side in consideration and then nodded. "I really want some Fizzy Faz too though!"

Roxanne grinned at him. "Which flavor, rock star?"

"Pink lemonade!" he said.

Roxanne couldn't help but be a little hurt; pink lemonade was Chica's flavor, while Roxanne's was grape.

Marcus blinked when he suddenly realized. "W-well I like grape too!" he added, twiddling his thumbs.

Roxanne laughed, bushing it off. She shouldn't be offended over something as innocuous as a soda flavor preference. "Nah, it's cool. Tell you what, I'll get both for you."

Freddy stood up. "Roxanne, I'll escort you and Marcus to your green room. It is safer than—"

A bell rang in in the lobby. Internal clock systems all read 12:00 AM. The intercom blared again. "Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex is now closed. Initiating nighttime protocols."

Roxanne's head was suddenly feeling fuzzy. Her vision blurred and she stumbled, catching herself and clutching her head. She looked over. Freddy was shaking, and his eyes were glazed over and unfocused. She tried to say something, but a frightened, mechanic screech came out instead. She fell to her knees. She looked up only to see Marcus hiding behind a potted plant, his eyes wide with terror. She clutched her head. Her vision was flickering, fading, changing…weird blotches of purple…

"Roxanne!" She heard Freddy's voice, but he sounded so far away. She felt his finger lift a small panel on her back and press a button. Her body seized. Warning flashed on her overlay. And everything went black.