"Ladies and gentlemen," Afton's tinny, canned voice exclaimed offstage to a swirl of spotlights as the dusty violet curtain rose, "... all the way from L.A, the City of Angels… I give you..."

Velcroed into a musty Freddy Fazbear dummy suit, Dollface stood frozen in a rock and roll pose like Gene Simmons. Wolfie as the Marionette raised her newly taped black and white striped drumsticks overhead, beating out, "1-2-3-4",

"...Freddy Fazbear and the Fazbear Girls!"

Princess, aka Bonnie the Bunny, slamming out a power chord with a violent head toss and a forward lunge that wasn't in Afton's set-in-concrete script on "4".

Ignoring the tepid applause, Wolfie rolled across her drums in Princess's wake just like Peter Criss on MTV, tossing Afton's pre-programmed all-too-familiar Spider Pattern performed at football rallies out the window in favor of a beat she'd been working on at home, disco lights flashing off of her blank white mask, Princess riffing into no-man's land, daring the rest to follow her.

"All the way from the 7 Seas, give a big hand to…" Afton's voice squawked on, moving up the roster towards Freddy. Dollface gulped, palms sweaty, "—Foxy the Pirate!"

Dolli Mae charged forward, velcro screaming as she shed her dummy suit, tiny hands clawing out a rising, aggressive rumble on her synthesizer, liberated from its stand and slung like a guitar around her neck.

"Straight from the farm, Bonnie the Bunny and Chica Chicken!" Was met with loud velcro ripping on either side of her.

Catching a glimpse of the real Afton furiously charging towards them, waving his clipboard like a weapon backstage even as his overhead recorded voice exclaimed, "-Aaaaaaaaand right down from Pizza Town, Freeeeddyyyyyy Fazzzzbearrrrrr!" in all it's lame glory.

Bouncing on her platforms Dollface deliberately dropped her dummy microphone as the rising hard rock rebellion thundered around her reaching down with her free hand to the belly of the Bear, ripping away the sickly brownish-yellow fuzzy dummy suit in a scream of abused velcro, the rest of the band right behind her. Vinnie, blocking his old man, snagged their discards as they strode forward as one on seven-inch platforms, sparkling white fretless bass he'd tossed her aggressively "arms right" in Dollface's studded strap wound arms.

In silence because Afton had flipped the power switch mid hijack.

The audience stared at them, freshly peeled from their stale cartoon personas.

They stared back.

"Gunter glieben glauten globen!" rang out as the power flipped back on - Vinnie's contribution to their on-stage hijacking - rang out in the stunned silence as he beat time on a borrowed cowbell.

"Yeah, alright! I got somethin' t'say!" Dollface scream-sang, striking the opening note on her bass, bulling forward as a spotlit disco ball descended spinning overhead.

As one, the band advanced on their stunned audience, the spotlights going rainbow as Vinnie triggered the home-made confetti cannons he'd rigged the night before behind them,

"It's better t'burn out, than t'fade away!"