Dollface stood at the door of the Parts and Service room, feeling butterflies in her stomach.

Dollface, please don't go in.

Shaking, Dollface, put a hand on the swing door and closed her eyes, chest tightening.

She pushed open the door and angrily squinted as the world around her was flooded with sunlight and bugs.

A large racoon hissed at her and ran between her legs, carrying off a hunk of rotted meat.

Dollface's jaw dropped at the sight.

Hanging from the shattered skylight was a swelling balloon of dirty rain water from recent downpours. Glass crunched under her feet and rats scuttled across the floor.

She gagged, room full of mildew that grew around the seeping water collected in the skylight.

The suit heads were covered in mold, the work table knocked over, nasty black liquids seeping from an open Freddy Fazbear lay sprawled on the floor.

Dollface, you shouldn't be here.

Dollface wasn't listening though as she took a few pictures of the room.

A few tool boxes lay on the floor, contents strewn about on the cracked tiles.

Dollface squawked, spine stiffening when her leg was grabbed.

"Dollface!" A loud, harsh cough, "Dollface! My baby!"

Dollface turned, mouth agape and eyes watering.

"Dollface, my beautiful girl! You came back for me!"

Dollface!

Dollface shook in her boots, the rotting rabbit's face registering.

The rabbit coughed, something wet falling from its disintegrating muzzle, "Dollface, I've been waiting for ya. Dollface, I've been thinking about you, and don't worry, I still love ya like I did that night. In fact, I think I love ya more now!"

Dollface let out a whimper, shaking as the rabbit tried to stand, but fell with a wet 'CRUNCH!'

"It's you!" The rabbit started crying, maggots falling out of his sockets like tears, "It's you! It really is! Now take me home and I can make myself presentable for ya. I'll do anything you want! I can be your perfect man!"

Dollface tried to drag her feet away from him, but the rabbit latched onto her leg, trying to climb up it.

"Dollface! Why aren't you saying anything? Do you not love me anymore?" He begged, smearing his face on her jeans and leaving behind a smelly trail, "I'm better than Michael could ever be!"

His artificial eyes lit up, "Oh! Maybe that's why you came back! Ya knew Michael was no good and came to save me! Please, just take me back!"

When he still just had a scared look for an answer, the rabbit's latex face pulled into a frown, "Don't… Don't ya recognize me, Dollface?"

Michael, please….

I'm comin'.

"It's me… Willie? Don'tcha recognize me? You owed me so much, and now you can't even…." He sounded so pathetic trying to climb up her leg, "I'd do anything for you… Anything at all."

Dollface stood, thinking and remembering what it was like to be trapped in this room, scared for her life, then stood straight.

"I have somethin' you could do." She said.

"Oh please!" he begged, a roach falling from his rotting jaw, "Anything! Just give me what I want!"

"Then perish." Dollface said, slamming a boot into his face.

That's my girl! Michael cheered as they watched William twitch and scream.

Dollface turned to leave, but was stopped when William forced her attention once more.

"Our enemies are in denial, Dollie-Gurl, and they never repent the way I want them to." He said, trying to crawl to her, "I can't feel my legs anymore, my sweet Lolita, but I can say I need you."

Dollface pushed open the door, feeling sick, "I hope you rot in this room, forever."

"I'll be back, Dollface, I will always come back."

She gritted her teeth and slammed the door behind her, trying to calm down.

"Dollface?"

Dollface, having thought she was alone in the dark, went scrambling down the hall and all the way out the front door on the other side of the building, chased by something she couldn't see.

She slammed the door shut behind her, locked it, and fell to the concrete, panting.

Calm down, babe-gurl, I'm right here.

Practically sobbing now that she could remember her lock-in at Freddy's clearly, about how everyone had disappeared and what happened when she woke up somewhere she hadn't fallen asleep in, what shattered glass sounded like.

She spat up blood, unable to feel her tongue, the nightmare in the dark banging on the glass window by the door.

It was just a stump, the ghost of a memory now, and she would soon forget like everyone else had that night.

She gulped around the painful stump in her mouth, practically throwing up.

The glass was banged on harder, and a muffled voice screamed, "Let me out!"

She stood, stepping away from the door, terrified.

Then, forgetting everything that happened inside, she stopped, trotted over to the door and unlocked it.

"You stupid whore!" Regina spat at her, "You locked me in!"

"Sorry, I got spooked." Dollface said, her encounter forgotten now that she was in the parking lot, the restaurant locked behind her, "Did'ya get anythang good?"

Regina huffed and pulled the purple drawstring bag off her back, "Got thi shirt, this doll, and a Chica."

"Sweet." Dollface said, "I found some old tapes. Most of them look like training manuals, but these could go for a good price if th'company ever tanks."

"You seem to be thinkin' ahead." Regina said, "Man, I'm starving. What time is it?"

Dollface checked her watch, "Aw, shit, it's almost four. Gramma'll be pissed."

"Well shit then, hurry!"

In a rightfully earned panic, the girls ran down the street, in hopes that their absence wouldn't be missed.

"Last one home doesn't get a shower tonight!"