"Ah, I feel so alive!" I beamed, I did it, I actually did it, I fooled them all, no one would dare accuse me of murder now that I had finally proven myself in the eyes of Mr. Cartwright, who publicly praised me as a good man. The animatronics stared at me furious that they had not been able to seek justice for the heinous crimes I had done to them. But what could they do, I laughed. They were robots, yet I was fortunate that I had tricked Eli, Billy, and Tommy, otherwise things would have been complicated, and I hated complications.

"Shaun, my boy, how are you?" I asked him as I ruffled up his hair.

"Pretty good, dad. I've been thinking, and I seem to have found a suitable replacement on the job, his name is Jeremy Fitzgerald, a German immigrant who has done lots of time in the Bundeswehr," he told me.

I arched my eyebrow in confusion.

It's the German military, dad," he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Wait, Germany has an army, I thought that after WWII, the US protected Germany," I asked him curiously.

"Yeah, well, apparently they do, and from what I've heard, it seems like a perfectly good match, dontcha think?" he asked me.

"Yeah, just as long as he doesn't break the merchandise," I joked.

"C'mon dad, you really don't think that they would attack him, do you?" he asked.

"They're angry and upset, I just don't want anything bad to happen them. Promise me," I begged him.

"Like it or not, Alex is still family, so don't worry, I'll make sure nothing bad happens to either of them," he said.

"Good, that's good," I smiled.

"Now, have those upgrades arrived yet?" I asked him.

"Don't worry, our engineers are retrofitting them as we speak," he told me.

"Good, alright, that's good," I sighed.

"Well, let's talk to this Jeremy fellow," I grinned, "I'm sure he'd be more than happy to speak with us.

"Gutentag, Mister Malone, my name is Jeremy Fitzgerald, I was Private 3rd class under Sargent Siegfried, first Panzer Division. I look forward to making a new life here in the United States," he introduced himself.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mister Fitzgerald, my son has said many great things about you, we appreciate your business here," I offered my hand.

"Ja, it's good to work here," he shook my hand.

I walked over to the water fountain and took a sip, when I felt a tug on my shirt, it was Tommy.

"Yes?" I asked him, annoyed.

"Can you tell me, how did Toy Chica know that she was Keon and and the same time didn't know the person who killed her, it seems strange to me," he asked me.

"Look, Tommy, I've had a rough night, and this stuff is way over your head, now go away," I shoved him.

"Ow, I'm telling," he ran away.

I laughed, "yeah, and who's gonna believe you?"

"I will," Billy told me.

"Shit," I swore.

"Look, Billy, you don't really believe that I did all this?" I asked him.

"Why not? This whole thing could have been a trick to throw us off your track, murderer, and don't try tricking us, because it won't work," he warned.

"You better watch yourself," I warned him.

"Or what?" he asked me.

"You don't want to do this, if you do, I'll send my people down to the orphanage and kill everyone there," I warned him.

"You, you monster!" he yelled.

"Consider yourself lucky," I told him.

I walked away and into Parts/Services, I had to tie up some loose ends.

I found the old Spring Bonnie suit, "ugh, this is gonna take forever."

I found all the Springlocks, and screwed them back into the suit, it took some effort but in the end, my disguise worked.

I put on the suit after inserting the crank, the fur felt so soft, in another life, this suit would have brought nothing but joy.

Not tonight.

I came out and walked over to Tommy, Eli, and Billy.

"Hey there kids, how are you, huhuh," I grinned.

"Ok, I guess," Tommy said.

"Hey, who are you anyways?" Eli asked me in confusion.

"Don't you know, I'm Spring Bonnie," I told them.

"I've never seen you before," Billy said.

"No wait, I remember him, he's from the old location," Eli said, "we can trust him."

"Follow me," I said as I lured them to the backroom.