"Ladies and gentlemen. The Freddy Fazbear Mega PizzaPlex is now closed. Please make your way to the front lobby to ensure you depart with a voucher for a free drink and to sign a guest waiver releasing us of all responsibility for injuries, small or severe, that may or will happen on your current and future visits. We thank you for being a guest and we look forward to having fun with you again!"

Vanessa waves to a family carrying out their crying kids. Its company protocol to maintain a 'grieving' expression, distraught for the guests leaving. Gabe wanted his employees to have this impression that they were sad to see guests leaving, like they want to serve 24/7. Vanessa doesn't bother to hide a sigh of relief even if she gets yelled at. It's a blessing in disguise that the PizzaPlex closed early and will be closed for the next few days. She's going to need those few days.

Outside in plain view behind the barriers, contracted technicians struggle to pull piece after piece from the truck. They will have to take it into the Atrium, set it on the stage lift for it to go down and still proceed to carry the parts to an area in Parts and Services and assemble. It looks like a pile of constructed rubble at first, then it will become a fast processing disassembler. Vanessa had only seen this used one time.

With the last component loaded onto the enlarged flatbed, she leads the workers into the Atrium, where Gabe's scolding construction workers. "For every dollar of material you break, I'm taking $1,000 off the invoice!" He's on the second floor where workers were boarding up the Mazercise sign, the others were building a front to cover the outside, so guests won't be turned off by the impending construction work.

They have already gotten to work to remove all signs of Chica's existence. Marketing has people collecting every merchandise, plushies that featured the chicken, with the intention of trashing them, PizzaPlex's signs being taken down, and someone's on the 3rd floor sound booth to work a new projection of Tessa. In a matter of one week, Gabe intends to let the world know that Chica will no longer be featured. Tomorrow, they were going to shut her down before disassembling and carrying out her parts. They were also going to be taking out the other destroyed robots from over the last eight months. Her stomach coils and sweat begins to perspire, her mind rushes with thoughts, debating if she's made the right call.

She hates when Gregory gets upset with her. That had been proven with the amount of subtle hints he made at her all morning. She also hates how stubborn he gets. The virus is too complex for anyone in this day and age to solve. She understood how big of an impact Chica played on his life, but she couldn't risk people getting killed. It's why she had to be firm. She hated it, but she had too. It's called being an adult for a reason.

Gabe had been surprised when she came to him, informing that Chica was going to be disassembled much earlier than he had anticipated. "She's still herself, in a way. I just can't risk it anymore."

"Told you your stupid plan wouldn't work. But don't beat yourself up too badly, I won't fire you, just glad that you finally realize my genius." He had said with a pat on her shoulder, trying to reassure her with no effort. "Don't consider this to be too big of a failure, that machine is possibly a great invention that'll keep with the trends in the future for the next 20 years. That money will resurface ten times more in another year. Best chump change I'd ever spent." She never wanted to punch him in the face more intensely.

Then she had to address Freddy, possibly the most heartbreaking thing she had to do. He looked like he was trying not to break down as he would nod in understanding and thanked her for trying. That was a couple of hours ago, she hasn't seen him since.

"Lock up those front doors! This place is to go on nighttime protocol. I don't need anyone getting a sneak peek. Under no circumstances is anyone allowed to leave or enter this building!" Gabe yells at her.

Reentering the lobby, she enters a code to ignition night time security when it prompts for her card. She reaches for the same place she keeps it, only to find it emptied. She blinks. Did I leave it in my bag? She rushes into the room, frantically searching her belongings. It's not there and it wouldn't be in her car because she systematically puts everything in a place religiously to avoid the panic attack that she's having right now.

No, no, no! Not good. She exits the office dumbfounded. Not only will Gabe yell at her, but he will also deduct $200 for a new card. She couldn't risk the deduction with some upcoming bills.

"Vanessa!" Whirling around, she sees Gregory calling her from the outside, banging on it. What is he doing here?

She opens one of the doors. "What are you doing here? It's 12:30! Why aren't you in school?" He's excitedly talking to her and she couldn't process his words quickly enough. "Hey, hey! Stop talking so fast. Why aren't you in school?"

"That isn't important, this is." He shoves a device in her face. "This is it! This is the code reversal we were looking for! Chica can still be saved!"

"Do you have my keycard?" She asks. Gregory sighs, opening his bag and giving her the authorization key. She snatches it. "How did you get this?"

"I may have taken it to buy some more time. Didn't think the place would close early."

"You took this from me because you're mad I'm decommissioning her? Are you – Do you know how close I am to grounding you?"

"I don't care if you ground me for a year, I got it! Carlene gave it to me; we still have a chance to save Chica!"

"No." she interrupts. He scoffs at her. Why isn't she listening to him? "I made up my mind already, we're not doing it. No one is allowed to be in this place, and I'm extending the restriction to you, for skipping school."

"Come on Vanessa! Just let me put the drive in there and then I'll leave."

"Go home Gregory, we'll talk about this later."

"Vanessa–"

"No!" She nudges him away from her, locking the door and authorizing the shutdown. "Go home now." She orders as the metal barriers shield her from Gregory's seething expression.

Gregory remains outside starting at the exterior, looking for a way in. Without calling attention to a few reporters doing a live segment. He turns to look past them, seeing an open manhole with a bunch of workers in the middle of the parking lot.

He waits patiently for another half hour before they break for lunch, just in time for the news reporters to leave the premises. He walks to the area and after securing balance, he slides down the ladder. He takes the lantern flashlight off the hook and proceeds to move throughout the tunnel. It takes a couple of detours plus the panic of running away from scary and strange noises (he is still a kid after all), but he finds a vent into the lowest level of the PizzaPlex.

"Eww, it smells down here." He comments, plugging his nose and continuing upstairs, familiarizing a set of stairs and rushing through the flights of steps before finding himself in Rockstar Row. "Yes! I made it."

"Gregory?"

Crap. He turns to stare at Freddy peering down at him. He scratches the back of his neck nervously. "Hey Freddy."

"What are you doing here?"

"I, uh, a gas leak happened at school. They let us go early."

"Gregory." Freddy folds his arms, looking at the child oddly. It doesn't take an advanced AI robot to know when a kid is lying.

"Ok, ok! I skipped school and I snuck in here but I have a good reason. Where's Chica?"

Freddy frowns. "She is still deactivated in Parts and Services. This place is on lockdown, I do not understand how you got in here–"

"Ssh! Stop talking for a second." Gregory scrambles in his bag to reveal the device. "I found the lady who made your software. She gave me this, we could still save Chica before they disassembled her." He watches Freddy staring at the device in admiration, his ears perking up.

"That is great news Gregory!" He remarks. Finally, a cure when it was just hours ago, Vanessa had informed him of Chica's decommission in motion. "Wait, does Vanessa know about this?"

"Maybe, I don't know. She slammed the door in my face before I got the chance to tell her."

"She does not know that you are here?"

"No. Now could we please go to Parts and Services so I can wake Chica up and tell her the good news?"

"Of course, but I think Vanessa should know that you are here."

"Fine, fine. You could go tell her and I'll meet you downstairs." Gregory pouts. "It's not like she can drag me out of here during a lockdown." He grumbles before bolting into Freddy's greenroom to access Parts and Services.

Unbeknownst to the both of them, a pair of eyes had been watching the entire time. It sneers before disappearing into the dark.


It isn't hard to find Monty, he stays true to being the mascot of Monty Golf 24/7 or for however long his power would allow it. She could hear him grunting in frustration, presuming him to have missed a shot and breaking his 149th golf stick. However, it's hard to believe the area he's currently in, torn from top to bottom. She raises an eyebrow. What's his deal now? She had thought before advancing to the animatronic. "Hey Monty."

"What?!" Monty screams, turning around to hit the person who dares talk to him when he's in a bad mood. Tessa tilts her head sideways at him. "Oh Tessa, I thought you were someone else."

"Someone else, like a human being? Someone like the painters and designers who are going to give you a scolding for destroying this?" He growls at her question, bending the golf stick until it breaks under pressure. He swears constantly, kicking and pulling at any material within sight. Tessa sighs, going behind him and knocking him onto his back. "What do you have to be so mad about? We got that meeting with the record company next week, why are you being so cranky?"

"Freaking Freddy, that's why!" Monty roars. "I swear, I should have been the leader! He's too much of a goody two shoes to let go of anything. Leading this entire band into a ditch! I won't let him spoil my chance to shine! He's – I – ARGH!"

Tessa listens as he continues mumbling to himself, seemingly calming down as time goes on. Then she leans against a wall and smirks. "So, let's do something about that. You want to be a leader? For one, leaders aren't quick to get so angry when things don't go their way. I can help you manage your anger."

"I don't see how that's going to help me become a leader?"

"Well, we have a meeting with Metals Media next week. Afterwards, they will have to start arranging for a tour. It's such a shame that Freddy would just happen to disappear before then."

Monty growls. "You're toying with me."

"I'm being serious."

"Don't you like Freddy?"

"Ha! Don't make me laugh Monty. I did it because it was pissing Chica off and I enjoyed every moment of it."

"So," He smirks. "Does this mean we might have a chance?"

"Help me with this plan and I'll consider going on a date with you. One date only. If you fail, you're done. You're cute and all, but I don't need you to be acting like the Hulk, even if you two are both green."

"I'll take anything, what do you need?"

"You and Freddy have a talk. Somewhere secluded and off cameras. Then you're going to knock him out and beat him into a teddy bear. Then that's it, we dispose of his body. No more obstacles. Roxy's too full of herself to care about anything, and I can live with that. Chica will be gone by tomorrow – "

"Chica is not going to be decommissioned."

"What? What do you mean she's not going to be decommissioned?"

"I overheard Freddy talking to Gregory. Little runt found some 'cure' to reverse whatever that chicken has going on. I thought it would be impossible, but that kid was built differently."

Tessa's expression of befuddlement fades as she fixes her hair. "Either way, I'm the new guitarist of this band. My image will be in and around the PizzaPlex, not her. Fans are devoted to me, not her."

"Unless she 'gets better'."

"Please, she is of no threat to me anymore." She walks away with a posture of assurance.

Monty raises his sunglasses. "Aye, where ya going?"

"Parts and Services. Chica's going to need all the support when she wakes up. And I personally want to be the first to congratulate her."


Gregory rushes into the area, burning off the pent-up energy from being in the slowest elevator to get down there. "Chica?" He peeks around. "Chica! Where are you?"

No answer.

"Freddy did say she has been turned off." he roams around, finding Chica unresponsive inside a pod. "Chica." He rushes into the room, fuming with the buttons. He finds the button to switch on the machine. After another round of pressing more buttons that didn't correspond, he hits another pin and a voice announces. "Initiating startup."

Chica wakes up screaming, "No! No more!" She's shaking. Gregory had scurried to a hiding place, but seeing her awake, he reapproaches the dome cautiously.

"Chica?"

"Gregory?" She looks at him, her look of terror fading. "Gregory!"

"It's ok, you're going to be okay now." He commands for the machine to release her from the bondage that tied her down. He holds up the device for her to view. "Look, I found the cure for your virus. It's going to free you and things will be okay again."

"No it's not," Chica sobs. "I have nothing left."

"That's not true, you have me." Gregory pleaded with her. Replays of their last encounter run through her memory. Why is he doing this? Despite what she almost did to him, he still wants to help her.

"But… the other day, what I said. I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm so sorry."

"I know," He releases the door, stepping in and taking her hand. "Come on, let's get you back to your pizza-loving self." She lets him lead her back into the main area.

Fumbling with her fingers, she sighed. "I don't know. Even if I go back to myself, who's to say that they won't destroy me?"

"You can come live with us." Gregory's grinning from the other side. "Sure, it'll be a tight squeeze, but we could hide you somewhere where it's suitable. Although I may or may not get used to you and Ness giggling like high schoolers at three in the morning."

She laughs, even though she feels the dark feeling looming around her. She knows it's here, quietly making her way into the machine and settling into the gurney. "Um Gregory?"

"Yeah?" He glances up. "You okay?"

"Yes, no… no I can feel it coming." She states. Gregory approaches her but she throws her hands up. "No, stay there and close that door."

"You need the cord plugged in." Gregory passes her, noting the shakiness as she tries to control whatever was fighting her. He opens her head port and connects the cable, exiting the dome and closing it behind her. After securing the device to the machine via an adapter, the Key-X A.I. announces – "Scanning… new device found Program #88089. Initiating viral reversal and animatronics updates."

Gregory sighs with relief, the programming time displays before him. "Two hours before you're a free robot Chica." He tells her once he's in her view.

Though she nodded, she felt uncomfortable, feeling the voice tormenting her again and again. What if the code reversal was too outdated for her? What if the damage is irreversible? What if she was too far gone to be saved?

You cannot escape me.

"Two hours? That's a long time," she fidgets. "I can't be shut off for this process?"

"No, at least not for the first hour." She lets out a sigh and lean back, careful not to let the cable disconnect from her. She couldn't move a lot for the sake of keeping it intact and moving she shall not do, even if little, tiny pizzas came in and danced. Wouldn't that be hilariously cute?

It is torturous to be awake and have something mocking her, filling her head with lies. Gregory sits in a chair in front of her, talking to her to make it less lonely. She does her best to hang on to every word he had to say, even with the virus repeating its threats.

You… cannot… escape… me... She feels it retreating and her mind is at ease. It had only been ten minutes in and she gleamed with joy. "It's working!" She cheers. She lifts her head up slightly, wanting to tell the boy in front of her… Wait, what was it she wanted to say? Wait, why can't I see anything?

She couldn't see anything. That is a problem in which she couldn't do anything. Nothing she could do next that is of importance, not with a set of fluorescent eyes looming behind Gregory in the dark.