Two workmen wearing jeans and yellow vests stepped into the building. It was a diner—the floors were colored a dark blue; someone not paying attention might think it was purple, or even black. There were red, purple, green, yellow, and cyan-colored stars plastered on the floor. The diner had four tables, each having white tablecloths on them extending to the floor, pockmarked with rainbow-color dots. The two tables nearest to the door had a set of balloons strung up to the corner of the table; these balloons were colored in red, blue, orange, yellow, and green.

The wallpaper was a dark tan—almost green, but one meter up from the floor, the color of the wall has changed to an off-white color. There were two arcade machines in the corner, both colored yellow. There was also a stand in the middle of the room, tucked against the wall, which had plush dolls of Freddy and Bonnie, though they were both golden variants.

The workmen walked over to the stage in the front of the large room, carrying two large and heavy crates, one stacked on another. The crates were very heavy, and when they got on the stage, the two workmen dropped the crates on the stage, causing a loud bang.

"They could have had us carry them. It would've been much easier," one of the workmen said.

"Of course, but we gotta do what the higher-ups tell us to do," the other one said. "Come on, help me open up this crate." He reached for his belt, grabbing a small hatchet. He pressed the tip against a small space between the lid of the crate and the rest of it. "Hey, use your axe to put a wedge between the cap. Then, hammer it in," he said as he used his hammer to drive the hatchet blade into the crate like a wedge."

"Got it." The other workman repeated his action, hammering the hatchet into the crate until the lid popped off. They took the lid and put it aside; inside the crate was a large and heavy animatronic, colored in gold and appearing to resemble a bear with a purple top hat and bowtie. "Come on, go help me set this thing up."

"Yeah yeah." The two lifted the animatronic up, out of the crate. They set it up so that it stood tall on the stage. "Damn, it looks... well, it's interesting," he said. "Hey, did you see the security guard? Jonathan? He told me that he would be here," he said.

"No, I didn't see him around," the other workman said.

"Well, let's have a look. Come with me," the workman said. The two of them stepped out of the diner and outside; onto a path of gray tiles. The entire area was almost like a theme set; there were buildings and restaurants that stood close together. It was dark, but there were short lamp posts dotted around the place.

Of course, the workers have already familiarized themselves with this place. They walked past all the smaller buildings, and then past a merry-go-round until they reached a large open area. This open area had two tall towers, each with a spiral painted on the outer walls. The two towers were connected by a wall at the top that read the name of the location.

"Alright, you check the west tower, I'll check the east," the workman said. He then walked to the entrance: a single door that was meant to swing open, made of tungsten, which was rather unusual. There was a card reader outside the door. He inserted the card into the slot, and the door opened. He stepped inside, and he found himself in an elevator that had a grate floor.

He turned around, pressing the button on the right of the elevator, and the door closed, the compartment moving upward until the elevator dinged, the door opening up. He stepped outside the elevator, finding himself in some sort of office. The floor was made of a black-and-white checker tile. There was a gray desk with two chairs lined up against the wall, and a staircase to the left which went up. He turned and walked up the stairs until he found himself in a proper office. There was a desk in the middle with a monitor and a toy plastic cupcake off to the side. Against the wall stood several televisions; they all showed locations by a camera.

However, there was something else that horrified him: two animatronics. One of the animatronics was shiny, almost plastic, a blue rabbit with green eyes. The other one had 'skin' made of fur, almost plush, however, it was covered in blood. Blood seeped from the eyeballs and teeth of the animatronic. He leaned in closer, and his eyes widened in shock and horror as he saw something in the bowels of the animatronic: a face. There was a human face inside the animatronic, though it was heavily scarred and wounded, metal crossbeams and wires penetrating through their flesh. The person was so scarred that the workman couldn't tell if they were a man or a woman.

The man looked away into the corner of the room, almost feeling like he was about to vomit, but nothing came. Instead, he spotted something in the corner of his eye: a badge, which was covered in blood as well. "Holy shit," the workman muttered. Suddenly, he heard movement behind him. He turned around, seeing the plastic Bonnie animatronic get onto its feet, eyes glowing a blazing green. It made a fist and swung forward in the workman's direction. The man reeled back, dodging the attack. "Shit! Help!" the man shouted as he ran down the stairs. When he got to the elevator, he pulled out his cellphone and dialed 9-1-1; footsteps echoed from above. It's coming!

The dialtone of the phone emerged, and then a voice came. "9-1-1, what is your emergency?"

The man was breathing heavily. He felt his heart pounding against his chest. "I'm at Fredbear's Fun Park, in New Harmony, Utah. I'm being chased by an animatronic that is trying to kill me. Please, send help immediately!" He banged on the button to open the elevator, but the door didn't open. "Please! I saw the body of one of the security guards jammed inside the animatronic suit in the east security tower. In front of the park, you can find it!"

"Please calm down. We are sending help to your location, do not worry," the man on the other side of the call said.

"Thank you," the workman said. He turned around to face the staircase; the plastic Bonnie animatronic walked down the stairs. Now, it is level with the workman, and it began approaching him. "Shit!" He turned around, looking for anything at all that could help him. On top of a crate stuffed in a corner was a crowbar, likely for opening the crates. He grabbed the crowbar and swung at the animatronic, but the animatronic grabbed the crowbar midair, yanking the crowbar out of his hand with incredible force. The friction of it caused a huge gash to appear on his palm. "Ow!" he screamed out in agony, backing away into the corner. The animatronic approached him, and when it drew close, the animatronic lifted him up into the air by the neck. The grip was so strong that the workman could not breathe or form words.

After a minute, the man's vision faded in darkness.

Jessica took the last sip of her cup of coffee before putting it down. "Are you less tired?" Charlie asked.

"Yes," Jessica said. The car passed by the "Welcome to Hurricane!" sign. Charlie's eyes stayed focused on that sign. How many times have I seen that? she thought to herself. Jessica's eyes remained fixated on the road. It would be some time before the car would get to the Mexican restaurant.

"What's the name of the restaurant again?" Jessica asked, rubbing her eyes.

"It's called Las Lupitas," Charlie said as she kept driving. "Yeah, it's hard to remember, isn't it? Well, as it turns out, that is actually a common name for Mexican restaurants," she said.

"Huh. Well, maybe it's a brand," she suggested.

"Trust me, it isn't a brand," Charlie said. The car passed by the abandoned mall that used to surround Freddy's. Charlie didn't have much of a reaction to it. She herself enjoyed Freddy's until she discovered the horrible past of it. She couldn't help but wonder why her father even made the spring suits in the first place. After all, it was much cheaper and safer to just use two suits, one with an animatronic inside it.

"That was where Freddy's is, right?" Jessica asked.

"Yeah," Charlie mumbled. "How long has it been, anyway?"

"It has been over two years," Jessica said. "Almost three. And you still look exactly like you did all those years ago."

"I don't understand it either, trust me," Charlie said blankly. "Maybe I'm unable to age."

"Would that make you immortal?" Jessica wondered. "If so, well I want to know the secret to it!"

Charlie looked away. If only she knew the truth, she thought to herself. I wish I never found out. This thought was foolishly naive, however. In the back of her mind, she knew that she would find out one way or another. Still, she wasn't as upset or terrified of the truth as she was when she found out. When she did, she found it almost impossible to forget, and it plagued her mind so much that she showed physical symptoms of it. It got so bad at one point that John must have known something was wrong, as she had an emotional breakdown when she woke up, pleading John to never leave her, as a coping mechanism as her worst fear at the time was one of her friends leaving her because they found out the truth—that she was an animatronic.

She looked forward to the road again. "Charlie?" Jessica asked.

"Sorry?"

"Nevermind," Jessica said as she looked forward. She watched as the car entered a parking strip, and the car rolled past a restaurant titled "Las Lupitas." The car drove into a spot and parked in it.

"We are here," Charlie said as she unbuckled and stepped out of the car. She walked over to the back seat and grabbed her two bags, flinging them over her back. Jessica stepped out of the car, but she didn't get anything except her purse.

"Well, it looks like the others are here already," Jessica said, taking note of the red sedan in the driveway, the car that John drove around in all the time. "What's the time?"

Charlie looked down at her watch before reciting the time. "It's 2:55," she said.

"Huh, I guess we are on time after all," Jessica said. "Well, should we go inside the restaurant?" she asked.

"Absolutely," Charlie said, smelling the food from the restaurant. "I swear, that drive was so long. I couldn't stand sitting in that seat for twelve hours straight," she complained. "I just want to have something to eat."

"Well, we can have some Mexican and forget about it," she said, giggling. They then walked inside the restaurant, with Charlie following close behind. The restaurant had a few people in it, sitting in the front. The walls and floor were made of wood, cherry-color to be exact, though the top half of the walls were made of an off-white wallpaper that was grainy. In the corner of the restaurant stood some familiar faces, mainly Carlton, and John. John turned to face the newcomers.

"Oh, Jessica." Then, he looked past her and saw the face he never thought he would see again, and a big smile appeared on his face. "Charlie!" Carlton turned to face Charlie, and he smiled.

"Hey John," Charlie said warmly. "Hey, Carlton." She approached the table, sitting down. "What's going on?"

"Absolutely nothing at all," Carlton said. He poured a glass of water from a small pitcher, and he passed it to Charlie. He then did the same with Jessica. "Here, have a drink. I'm sure the drive from Saint Louis to here was tiring and long," he said.

"Carlton, I swear, your sense of humor has gotten significantly worse since we went to Freddy's," Charlie said, taking the glass of water and having a long sip from it. "Thank you for the water, by the way."

"You're welcome," Carlton said. He turned to Jessica, who was silent. He then turned back to Charlie. "Oh, what do you mean by my sense of humor getting worse?"

"It's like a piece of your soul just disappeared after we rescued you from that springlock trap all those years ago," Charlie said. She scratched her chin for a moment, before finally realizing that she was supposed to continue her answer. "I mean... your jokes are terrible."

Carlton sighed. "That wasn't supposed to be a joke."

John simply pushed him away. "Speaking of strange," he began. "Well, it's been almost a year since I last talked to you two." He then turned to Jessica, opening his mouth to continue, but then he stopped himself. He met her gaze. "So how are you?"

"I'm fine. I'm taking biology, which I find interesting," Jessica said. "Believe me, it's better than chemistry."

"Well, most people from college tell you that there is nothing worse than chemistry. Spare me," he said. He opened his mouth to say something else, but he couldn't form words, so he moved on to something else. "How has Charlie been, though?"

Jessica turned to Charlie, shrugging. She then glanced back at John. "She has been—"

"I'm doing well," Charlie said. "I'm learning about background functions. It's not as interesting as Dr. Treadwell's introductory robotics course, but I think the reason for that is self-explanatory," she continued. "How about you?"

John smiled. "I got hired by another construction company that works in Santa Clara, a neighboring town. That was ten months ago. Now, I'm a civil engineer."

"You? A civil engineer? Get out of here!" Jessica said, raising her voice a little too much to the point where other patrons stared at her in clear annoyance. "Oh... sorry," she said, her voice deepening as she said that.

"Please don't do that again," John said. "But yes, I'm a civil engineer, though I'm off for now. I honestly don't know how I got promoted, considering that I got fired from my last job."

"Oh yes, you got fired for being an idiot," Carlton said, pushing him off the edge a little.

"Please stop it," Jessica said, slapping Carlton on the wrist before she sat down next to him. She then turned to John. "Well, congratulations on your promotion, even though this is the first time I'm hearing about it. What's the pay like?" she asked.

"Twenty-six dollars an hour," John said. "It's not amazing, but it is good money."

"Wow, I'm surprised by that," Charlie said. "You should be proud. Unfortunately, most people here don't make that much." John stared at her features: he couldn't help but wonder why she looked exactly the same as she did when she first left for St. Louis all those months ago.

"I know. And yeah, I'm proud and I try not to mess up," he admitted. He didn't want to bring up his suspicions about Charlie, not in a place like this.

"Do you?" Charlie asked, leaning over the table.

"Sometimes," John said, sighing heavily before he answered. "I don't mess up that much, it's usually small mistakes, and I usually fix these mistakes anyway, so I'm not at risk of losing my job."

"Well that's great," Charlie said. "So you've got yourself a house with that extra money?"

"Mhm," John nodded. "I could show you it if you want. It's pretty small, but it's in a good neighborhood," he said.

"Ah, forget about it. We can go tomorrow. By the way, what was the reason you called us down here? We just drove for twenty-two hours straight," Charlie complained.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that," John said. He grabbed a sip of his water. "I'll tell you later."

"How about the two of you order?" Carlton asked.

"Alright," Charlie said as she picked up the menu, looking through the items. She eventually found something she wanted to have. "I'll have the pibil pork stew," she said.

"Anything else?" Carlton asked.

"I'll have two tacos," Jessica said. "Actually, make that four."

"And drinks?" Carlton asked.

"I guess I'll just have an orange soda," Charlie said.

"I'll have a coke," Jessica said. John nodded.

"Alright, I'll order now, so don't worry about me," Carlton said as he got up with a note in his hand, having written down the orders. He walked up to the counter and repeated what was written down on the note. Jessica got up too.

"I'll be back, I just have to use the toilet." She then walked to the back of the restaurant, leaving John and Charlie alone for a while. Charlie just took a sip of water.

"So, what's the deal with you?" John asked, leaning forward and gazing into her eyes, taking notice of her appearance, height, and skin tone, and how dull it was.

"I don't get what you mean," Charlie said, tilting her head to the side by an inch.

"You look off, that's what I mean," John said. He glanced over to the counter; Carlton was still ordering. He then turned back to Charlie, leaning closer to her. "You look exactly the same as you looked last year. Same facial shape, same heir length. Same height," he whispered.

"I really don't know why that's the case," Charlie said.

John shook his head. "You look the same as you did when we first met three years ago, right before we went to Freddy's," he said. "But if you don't know, then I guess it doesn't matter. There are a lot of things I don't understand about you."

Charlie nodded. "There are things I don't even understand myself, like the gaps in my head, for one," Charlie said. Of course, she knew exactly what those gaps were: Charlie being moved from one robotic body to another. She just didn't want John to know, so she pretended as if she was clueless.

"Oh, yeah I forgot about that," John said. He stayed silent, almost expecting Charlie to say something else, but she never did, instead just looking on. "So um, has anything strange happened?"

"No," Charlie said, blinking, though her eyes began to dry a little bit.

"Charlie," John said, staring into her eyes. "What happened?"

"I've been having nightmares," Charlie said. "I've been having one every night since I went to Saint Louis."

John put a hand over her shoulder. "Well, what are the nightmares about?" he asked.

This was what Charlie feared. He can tell if I'm lying, she said, that being immediately evident in how he was able to tell something was wrong. Her heart began pounding hard against her chest. "I'm having nightmares of my confrontation with Elizabeth."

"Huh," John said. He took another sip of water before meeting her gaze again. "This might be like your constant nightmares and visions that happened almost two years ago, with the boxes and Sammy," he suggested. "If we want to figure what it's about, I'll need to know what your nightmares are."

Charlie gulped hard. "Well, I pretended that I was weak and lured Elizabeth into the closet. When I found the robot my father used to commit suicide, I hid it behind me, and when Elizabeth came, I pressed the button to activate it and I ducked, causing it to stab her, damaging her enough to force a shutdown," she said.

"Okay," he said, though he thought over it several times. "I don't get how that could cause nightmares though." Charlie's face twisted lightly, and John noticed this. She's hiding something, he thought. He sighed, taking yet another sip. "Is there something you're hiding?"

"No," Charlie said, almost automatically, like a robotic voice on the phone responding to someone dialing a button on the keypad to navigate a menu.

"Come on," John pressed on, noticing her expression and her vagueness. "Something isn't adding up."

"Maybe we should go back to Aunt Jen's house. There might be something I missed," she said. Of course, she knew exactly what was going on, but she also knew that she couldn't be in there for long, as it could trigger an emotional reaction that might lead to John finding out the truth.

"Maybe, but you might have to look inside yourself," he said.

"What do you mean?" Charlie asked.

"I mean, you're quite unusual. You're much tougher than the rest of us, able to treat severe wounds with nothing but off-the-shelf medicine and bandages," he said. "And by the way, I went through the hospital records in both New Harmony and Hurricane, and there was no record of Aunt Jen or Charlie showing up after that incident. So you weren't taken to the hospital after that twisted version of Freddy gutted you," John said.

Charlie's eyes widened in shock. Why would he do that? Is he that suspicious of me? She looked down for a moment, not sure of what to do. It seemed that her worst fears were true—John was on to him, and now, it was blatantly obvious to him that she hasn't aged in over three years. She realized that it was only a matter of time before John found out the truth. She let out a sigh, looking back at John. "I don't remember anything before you woke me up in the car," Charlie said. This time, she was telling the truth. Footsteps emerged from behind.

"Here are your drinks," Carlton said as he placed a glass of orange soda next to Charlie, and a glass of coke where Jessica was sitting. "The food will be ready in a minute. Where is Jessica, anyway?"

"She went to use the bathroom," John said.

"Oh," Carlton said as he took a seat. She then turned to Charlie. "You see, we already ate an hour ago, so we've been hanging around."

"You two are just strange," Charlie said. "In a good way."

Carlton smiled. "So, what were you two talking about, anyway? It seemed to be a heated discussion, at least in a way." He looked at John, perking his head up.

"Yeah," John smirked. "I was telling Charlie how weird and unusual she was," he said.

Charlie shook her head, pushing John back. "Spare me," Charlie said.

"No, I insist," John said, shaking his head, meeting her gaze. "I have to know what's going on."

"I told you already, I'm as clueless as you." Charlie straightened herself, taking a sip of the orange soda. "This is actually great. I haven't had this in a while."

"That's nice," he said. "You see, John wants us to see this place in New Harmony. Apparently, people in this town have been going crazy over it."

Charlie's eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat at the mention of that name. New Harmony. Then, it hit her. "Isn't that where Fredbear's Family Diner is located?"

"It is?" Carlton asked, turning to face John. "You didn't tell me about that."

"What's going on?" Jessica asked as she sat back down at the table. "I heard you two were talking about New Harmony."

John took a deep breath, looking down; he had been hiding some kind of flyer in his jacket. "Well, now that you all are here, I guess I have no choice but to reveal it."

"Well come on already, the audience is dying," Carlton said, his humor as dry as ever. "What's the place?"

"Alright," John said, placing the flyer flat on the table, upside-down so that they couldn't see what it was. "So, kids from here are going mental about this place, calling it the place of their life."

"That's nice, but what is it?" Charlie asked.

John flipped over the flyer, which showed a roller coaster with a picture of Fredbear's face, subtitled with 'FREDBEAR'S FUN PARK.'

"It's a theme park based around Fredbear's," John said. Everyone's eyes widened in shock. They were all surprised by this. Charlie smiled, but her eyes narrowed.

"So you called me to drive for twenty-two hours from Saint Louis, just so you could tell me about a theme park in another town?" Charlie asked.

"It's not just about the rides. They have animatronics, animatronics that people say are the most advanced yet. Some people say that they are literally alive based on how they behave. They have merchandise, rides, they even have a recreation of Fredbear's Family Diner," John said. "You know what? They have two new animatronics that have never been seen before?"

Jessica's eyes widened, her mouth agape. "That's awesome. I never thought such a place could exist. We have to go there!"

"I agree with Jessica," Carlton said. "We have to check it out for ourselves, since... well, we've been to Freddy's."

While most people at the table seemed excited by this, the only one with a different expression was Charlie, who had a face of worry. "That is pretty cool, but who owns the place?"

"Huh?" John asked.

"What company owns Fredbear's Fun Park?" Charlie asked. "If it means anything, it has to be really important."

"Here, you can have the flyer," John said as he handed it to Charlie. She grabbed it and glanced down at the bottom of the flyer, which had the copyright information, and it had a subtitle: 'Fazbear Entertainment Ltd.' Her eyes widened as she read it.

"Fazbear Entertainment," she said.

"So?"

"William Afton and my father founded the company, and my father died years ago. That makes William Afton the owner of that place," Charlie said.

Carlton leaned over and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I doubt he had anything to do with it. Besides, he is probably dead. One of the shareholders probably took control of the company," he said.

John laughed. "Since when did you know anything about how corporations work?"

"I took an economics class last semester," Carlton said. Jessica nodded.

Charlie shook her head. "Something about this place just feels wrong. Like, why New Harmony of all places?"

"That's where Fredbear's Family Diner was built." John chuckled before continuing, taking a sip of water. "You know, there is a rumor that the park was built around Fredbear's itself, though I don't know if there is any truth to it."

"We could find out by going to the last place Fredbear's was. If we find the park there, then we know it's true," she said.

"Then we have a plan?" John asked.

"Yeah. How much do tickets cost?" Jessica asked.

"It's thirty-five dollars per person, but after two people, it's ten dollars," John said. "So if we all went, it would cost us ninety dollars," he said.

"That's nice," Charlie said. John got up and walked over to her, grabbing her hand. "Hey, could we talk alone?" John asked.

"Sure," Charlie said. "Outside?"

"Yeah."

The two of them walked outside. John sat down on a bench, and he gestured for her to sit down next to him, which she did. "What do you want to talk about?"

John took a deep breath. "I want to know why you've been so... quiet," he said. "Ever since I brought up that theme park, you've looked interested, but at the same time, afraid."

"It's just that I don't trust anything to do with Freddy's... not after everything that happened," Charlie said.

John nodded. "Well, we could always go there and have a look for ourselves."