Regina scarfed down cheap jerky while Dollface watched.

Funny how quickly the 'fine breeding' disappeared when she got hungry. Regina had caused almost two different car wrecks when denied food just last week too. Dollface smeared cheap Chapstick from Dairy Park on and tied a bandana from the gas station around her face. Good thing she'd given in and gone with Regina anyway.

She pulled out her set of keys at the door and went through them.

"Henry never asked fer m'keys back, so consider this lawful." Dollface said, glancing at the fogged up door, "No signs, either."

Regina finished snorking down the cheap jerky and slapped some over scented lotion on her face, "Can you tie this for me?"

Dollface looked at the bandana, "Can't you?"

"I don't have eyes on the back of my head, do I now?"

Dollface rolled her black eyes and swung her bag over her back, "Fine."

"So, why are we doing this? It seems excessive."

"Nothing in th'buildin's been cleared out. Th'food's beyond spoiled an'rats r'gonna be everywhere." Dollface said, "And worse case scenario, th'cameras an'alarms r'still active."

"With all that, why are we going in then? The risk doesn't seem to have a reward."

"It's not about that." Dollface said, shoving the key in the lock, "It's about closure. And stealin' cool stuff."

Regina rolled her eyes, "Of course."

"Didn't ya want a toy or somethin'? I took one at the lock-in." Dollface said, "An'besides, Wolfie and Dolli Mae r'next door at Joey's takin' photos, so why can't we?"

"Oh, of course. You're just some hooligan. I should have known."

Dollface rolled her eyes, scowling, and cracked the door open, gagging immediately.

"Oh my God!" Regina gasped, running from the noxious fumes, You said the food would go bad, but I didn't think it would be that bad!"

A few rats came scuttling out, soon joined by a couple wayward roaches. The fog on the window began to perspire now hitting the cooler air of August heat, boiling hot fumes rolling out on the pavement.

Dollface…

Michael, I have to know.

I'll help you.

Took a deep breath in, deciding to pre-emptively pull out the polaroid camera and a maglight stolen from Grampa's truck. The minty Chapstick smeared under her bandana helped disguise some of the scent.

"Y'all ready?"

Regina looked up at Dollface, an unusually determined look on her face, "I'm ready for Freddy."


"Man, they really abandoned this place, didn't they?" Dollface said, shining the flashlight around the front showroom that greeted them.

The place was trashed, with tables and what looked like pillow stuffing thrown everywhere. She took a picture, light bouncing brightly around the room, and knelt.

She picked up a few greasy playing cards and studied them.

These look familiar.

She tossed them on a heap of ripped fabric.

"Looks like hobos have been here."

"They probably died too." Regina said, "It would explain the smell."

Dollface nudged a tangle of what looked like matted blue hair attached to a chunk of shriveled… Something.

She couldn't tell what it was.

Dollface snapped a picture of the empty showstage, taking mental notes of a tiny door frame and a shattered plywood door.

"Maaaaaaan, this place was trashed." Dollface said.

"Let's just leave." Regina said, "Not much here. I doubt the power's even on in this place."

"Don't be a party pooper." Dollface griped, "We have plenty more rooms t'go."

Regina checked a switch.

Nothing.

"See? I told you. Why bother?"

Dollface?

Yeah?

Somethin's here.

Dollface snorted, finally getting used to the overpowering smell.

"Let's see th'bathrooms."

Inside the bathrooms, the stall doors were ripped off hinges and the toilets were backed up due to the lack of plumbing maintenance.

"Ew!" Regina had screeched, running into another room. She'd opened the door, allowing Dollface to shine a light and snap more photos of the inside.

The contents of the room was Balloon Boy, back to the door and a whole lot of rats eating a sticky brown mass.

Both sights earned a loud 'EW' from the girls.

"Here, I have a spare camera and flashlight for ya." Dollface said, "I'm goin' t'th'kitchen. Holler if ya need me."

Regina snatched them from Dollface, narrowing her eyes. Flies buzzed all around them.

"Get some good pictures, 'kay?"

"Sure."

"Better not leave me in this dump."

Regina's face softened, "I promise I won't."

They took their separate ways.

Dollface opened the heavy doors to the kitchen and gagged on the smell of dead rats and rotten food. The industrial refrigerator was oozing at the doors, looking about ready to burst with gas.

Flies and roaches lazily meandered around the room, feeding on the mold growing all around the room.

Dollface, disgusted, just had to get a picture.

She now had a growing stack of the carnage.

As gross as it was, she felt pride in it.

Everyone's gone t'Joey Drews', but Dollface managed to get into an abandoned Freddy's!

The very one she used to work at!

Nice!

Dollface carefully made her way around the kitchen, boots squealing on wet floors.

That's weird, there wasn't any water running in the entire building.

She then happened upon a furry yellow body that stood by the microwave.

Dollface snapped a pic of a beheaded Chica the chicken, then paused when she realized why so many bugs had accumulated here.

Chica's headless body had burst, causing metal and fluids to go flying across the tiled floor.

Dollface carefully approached and felt her stomach churn, seeing that the animatronic's body cavity had been filled with…

Offal.

Dollface gulped, feeling sick.

Blood, guts, and decay, all mingled together inside of the furry yellow body of a children's toy.

Teeth and brittle bones, as well as a couple pairs of eyeballs poked through the unidentifiable sludge. Chunks of matted, crunchy hair was sticking out all over.

Dollface stepped back, breath shaking.

What kind of animal had died here?

Dollface, get a picture and go. You need to remember this.

Dollface obeyed Michael with a nod, suddenly feeling hungry.

She stumbled from the kitchen and into a party room where a vent cover had been ripped out of the wall.