Greeting: The elementary school is a huge place and probably filled with things that are no fun. How has Mr. Fazbear been able to survive all that time? Let's see!

( A few floors down. An empty corridor)

The floor was darker than the floor above it. There were as many windows but it was still darker.
That floor was so low that, when looking outside, people were able to see only other buildings.
They were blocking the little light there was. The clouds were blackening the eclipsed sun which was already black.
It was as dark as at night if not darker. The only lights were the emergency lights, guiding people to exits.
For it to work, there would have needed to be people to go to exits in the first place.
Even if there had been people, going outside would have been a synonym for a suicide.
Everything anyone could have done was to stay hidden and beg nothing finds them.

The corridor was fuller than the corridor, the animatronics had gone through. There were racks and benches to sit on, paintings were covering the walls.
That corridor was dedicated to art lessons. Every single door lead to an art classroom.
They were named after the teacher who taught in them.
There was Mr. Simmons' room and Mrs. Helka's room.
Their names were on the signs, on the door. One specific room had a familiar name on the sign.
That small room was the safe heaven of Mrs. Anderson.
Perhaps her spirit was floating there somewhere.
The names, on the doors, were hidden in the black shadow made by the upper edge of the sign itself.
It was like the names had wanted to protect themselves, even they were afraid of the monsters.
Who on earth wouldn't have been?

Speaking of shadows, the paintings did the same thing as well. Their upper corners were in the shadow, hiding from the creatures.
The lack of light and the fear in the air made the shadows stand out more than anything else.
The silence was broken by a grandfather clock. Its loud noise echoed in the corridor and in the classrooms.
It was like a mark for everyone, they had survived another hour. Time was everyone's main goal in the school right then.
Hours had been going by and the lights had flickered several times. The amount of electricity was huge but inferior to infinite.
It would only need time to run out of electricity and then it would be the time to kiss the lights goodbye.

Right then, the corridor seemed to wake up. The signs flickered like to warn that something was coming.
The few pots along the walls began to shake and make noise. Something was causing all of that.
A poltergeist it was not by all accounts. It was neither a ghost nor a monster.
The lights began to turn off one at a time.

The darkness was whispering.

The lights were being turned on again after they had been out for a second or two.
The darkness was like wave, floating through the corridor. If anyone had been in its way, they would have seen the silhouette of the thing.
It was in the middle of the darkness, probably the cause of the shaking and the lights turning off.
Its silhouette could have been seen if one had been in front of it.
The dark figure was seen with the turned on lights in the background.
The thing went by and the shaking stopped as soon as it had begun.

" It went by again", someone said in one of the rooms.
It was a teenager boy, staring through the keyhole.
" What is it?", asked a girl behind him.
She sounded younger, probably around nine years old.
" You two. Get back here before someone sees you", a manly voice commanded them.
He was sounding harsh even though he was whispering. The kids came immediately.
The room was dark and the tables had been pushed over.
There were a lot of kids in there. Most of them were young.
The school had had more than just an elementary school in it.
The older kids were beyond elementary school. They were from the junior high.
The boy was one of them. He went to the man.
" But Mr. Fazbear. I wanna see if there is a pattern to its movements. It passed by about five minutes ago.
Let's see if it comes back after another five", explained the boy.
" Smart and bold but stupid. It might notice you", scolded Mr. Fazbear.
" How could it see me? My eye is just a thing in the keyhole. It makes no sense that it could see my eye", said the boy.
" Hey. We don't even know what it is. The fact that there are black-eyed things around makes no sense either.
Yet, there still are. Let's not test our luck", stressed Mr. Fazbear.

The boy respected an adult's command. Mr. Fazbear was the owner of a pizzeria where kids and their safety were the priorities.
Mr. Fazbear commanded them in order to protect them. They had seen that thing's power.
That boy had been on an anatomy class when the things attacked. The creature of the darkness had torn a doll, resembling a human, to bits.
He didn't want to get in its way and neither did the others.
Mr. Fazbear had risked his life to get everyone into that room. It was an auditorium for an art class. The place was perfect for hiding.
The kids could go under seats and tables to hide from the monsters.
Unlike at Freddy's, the monsters didn't seem to sense the presence of the kids. They were able to hide and it had saved their skins.
" We can't stay here. When can we go out, Mr. Fazbear?", asked a girl.
Mr. Fazbear didn't have an answer to that question. He had no idea of what to do next.
He had expected his beloved animatronics to save them but after a few hours, he had given up.
They were on their own and had no escape.
" We'll wait. Somebody has to come for us sooner or later", he answered the girl.
" What if no one does? What if we are trapped here?", asked the teenager boy.
" Then we make a break for the exit", he answered the boy.
It was not a flawless plan but better than staying in the room and starving to death.

Mr. Fazbear knew the kids were scared. He hoped his friends were fine and the kids in the pizzeria were fine as well.
He had thought about the possibility that his friends were dead.
" No. My animatronics are strong. They have sealed the pizzeria, Mike knows where the switch is. They are fine, maybe scared but fine", Mr. Fazbear told himself.
There was another reason for them not to come. Maybe they had worse problems than Mr. Fazbear.
If the kids had been in danger, they would have stayed there and protected them.
Mr. Fazbear was not the most important person in the pizzeria. The children always came first.
He was proud of his animatronics. They chose to let Mr. Fazbear survive on his own.
He would have done the same thing in their place.

Mr. Fazbear was still confident that they would come for him and the kids though.
They just had to hang on and stay hidden. No monsters had come in yet, the kids had remained so quiet.
So far, they had heard a few groups of monsters go by. The creatures had been growling but the kids had remained silent.
One monster had been sniffing the door and smelled their scent.
Luckily, their scent was everywhere so the monster hadn't come in. They should have been very safe in the auditorium for now.

Their only problem was that the kids were thirsty and hungry.

They had been there for hours and Mr. Fazbear had shared his lunch with the kids.
Mr. Fazbear had had a big lunch with him and the kids had devoured it all.
He himself hadn't eaten at all and his stomach was starting to complain with loud grumbles.
The idea of the monsters hearing it did come to his mind as he was thinking about it.
He was as far away from the door as possible so hopefully nothing would hear him.
The whispers of the children were way louder than Mr. Fazbear's stomach.
He had told them not to talk since the monsters would hear them. They had one kid on the lookout at all times.
He would raise his hand if he heard something. The monsters had been passing by and every time the kids had been silent.
The darkness creature had gone by more than the monsters themselves. Mr. Fazbear wondered if it was with the monsters or if it was hunting them too.

The monsters had seemed very chill when going by. Based on that, Mr. Fazbear presumed the darkness creature was one of them.
No one had seen it but they had heard it. Everything always seemed to shake whenever the creature went by.
It was always making this weird sound which creeped everyone out. It sounded like whistling.
Very high-pitched and scary whistling.
That creature was the reason Mr. Fazbear hadn't tried going out. The monsters were easy to hear since they were loud.
They were always fighting over something, possibly someone's corpse.
They weren't too fast either. They were walking around, presuming everyone dead.
The creature from the shadows was a different thing.
It was fast and it came around the corner very quickly. It came around the corner as soon as things had started shaking.
It would probably be much faster once it noticed a victim.

Based on the boy's tale, it was a vicious little bastard and lethal.

Mr. Fazbear moved closer to the door to talk to the boy, in front of it.
" Anything?", he asked the boy.
" I heard something but it went away. The monsters began to run by all accounts", the boy told him.
" Running after someone perhaps?", frowned Mr. Fazbear.
The boy shook his head and shrugged.
Something had happened in the building. Something was definitely going on.
Mr. Fazbear hoped it would be their salvation.
" Let me look", Mr. Fazbear pushed the boy out of the way.
He peered through the keyhole, maybe he would see something.
The corridor was lit up and whistling was nowhere to be heard. Everything seemed to be okay out there.
Mr. Fazbear thought about an eye appearing in front of his face all of the sudden.
That was the standard thing when someone peered through a keyhole in horror movies.
If only they had been in a horror movie. The kids were scared and sure they were going to die any second.

Mr. Fazbear looked away and thought about opening the door to see better. Due to his knowledge of horror movies, Mr. Fazbear chose not to.
Not at least just yet.
If nothing came by during the next ten minutes, they would open the door.
The boy looked at Mr. Fazbear who seemed afraid.
" What should we do?", he asked Mr. Fazbear.
" If nothing goes by in ten minutes, I'll go outside", Mr. Fazbear explained his plan.
" It is dangerous, you know. Without you, we'll die within five minutes", the boy pointed out.
Mr. Fazbear rubbed his hair. The boy didn't like that.
" Hey. Don't do that. I'm not five anymore", the boy told him.
Mr. Fazbear looked at him.
" Really? Are you sure?", asked Mr. Fazbear.
" Yes, I am pretty sure", answered the boy.
" Well in that case, you'll do fine without me. You can take care of the other kids while I'm gone. I can count on you", said Mr. Fazbear.
The boy nodded to him. He would not let Mr. Fazbear down.
" I'm not five anymore. He is right. I can do it", thought the boy.

Mr. Fazbear took his jacket off and placed it on the boy's shoulders.
" You'll need it if you are going to sit there all night. The floor is cold", Mr. Fazbear said to him.
They were both sitting there for almost ten minutes. They heard no monsters.
The boy heard something shake but the creature didn't come by.

After ten minutes, Mr. Fazbear stood up.
" I'm going now", he told the boy.
He had spoken in a normal volume instead of whispering. Something heard him definitely.
" Hello! Hello! Hello!", a voice said outside.
Mr. Fazbear and the boy backed off. The boy raised his hand and the children went silent.
" Hello! Is anyone there?", a female voice asked.
" That's Miss Johnson. She is one of the math teachers", said the boy.
" Kids. Are you hiding somewhere here? The monsters went away. It's safe to come out. I'll get you to safety", promised the woman.
The boy was about to open the door but Mr. Fazbear stopped him.
" Don't move", Mr. Fazbear whispered into his ear.
They couldn't have been careful enough. Shouting like that was going to call an army.
That woman was as good as dead.
She sounded really distressed and sad though. That woman had probably been looking for the kids for an hour.
She had most likely caused ruckus and alerted the monsters.

Outside the door, the woman was limping due to her damaged leg. She was so distressed and upset.
Her hair had come off in some places. Something had ripped her hair by all accounts.
She had been fighting the monsters by the looks of it and gone through hell to find the kids.
The boy could hear her upset breathing and it made him sad.
" Can't we seriously let her in before she gets killed? She might be able to help us.
If the monsters are really gone, we have nothing to worry about", thought the boy.
Mr. Fazbear was holding his own hand in front of the boy. His expression was alerted and cautious.
The woman was looking for the kids but she sounded oddly certain of her safety.
Mr. Fazbear thought it was paranoia but he couldn't have been too careful in that situation. It was better to be safe than to end up killing the kids.
The woman would have done the same in his place. The kids were more important than the woman.

Mr. Fazbear had to keep quiet and wait. The woman was close to them at that point. They could hear her steps, outside the door.
She was wearing a formal dress that was bright red. It had been ripped by something very sharp.
Her naked legs were showing through the tears in the dress. Her heels looked uncomfortable and it was hard to run in them.
The woman's shadow was seen through the keyhole, she was in front of the door.
" Kids! We really need to go. I know you are scared but so am I. I know you are here somewhere. Mr. Bookman told you to come to the art classrooms.
Come out, it's safe", said the woman.
Mr. Bookman was the school's principal.
She got that right. What she had said was true.
" Why aren't you coming? The monsters might come back but we've got time for now.
We must hurry if we want to make it out before they realize what's going on.
Don't you trust me? Have I ever let you down before?", the woman was speaking outside the door.

Mr. Fazbear disliked that she had decided to say all of it right outside their door. It could have been a coincidence but he did not take a chance.
It was like she knew where they were.
The kids were starting to come towards the door. They had heard their lovely teacher.
Mr. Fazbear beckoned them to stay back and remain quiet.
The woman sighed, outside.
" If you don't come, I'll have to leave without you. I don't want to leave you here. Come out, kids. For your own sake, please", pleaded the woman.
" Miss Johnson has always been egoistic. Usually, she couldn't care less about others", the boy informed Mr. Fazbear.

The woman stayed outside and began to sob. She was so sad that she didn't notice the thing on the ceiling.
Warm saliva was dripping from the creature's mouth.
It was hungry after years of not eating anything. Its teeth were pointing forward and it climbed down the wall.
The woman turned around slowly to see it. The monster had heard her and she was going to die right then.
Mr. Fazbear could have saved her earlier but he had not. The monster launched at the woman.
Suddenly, Mr. Fazbear heard a sound of something moving swiftly through the air.
He peered through the keyhole.

Miss Johnson had grabbed the monster with her left hand. The monster was growling.
" You idiot! You fool! You just ruined it", exclaimed a different voice.
Miss Johnson's eyes had turned red.
" Master. I didn't know", said the monster, being strangled.
Mr. Fazbear's instinct had been correct.
" Now, the children will never reveal their presence. They were about to fall for it. It could have happened any moment", the beast witch was furious.
Well, she got that right definitely.
" Lord Elleroth will not like your imprudence, soul", said the beast.
" No! No, please. Not Elleroth. I'll be good from now on. I'll be smart", the monster assured in fear.
" It's too late. You ruined my plan and now we have to wait for the kids to starve", said the beast.
" We can go find that adult", suggested the monster.
The beast witch pulled him closer to herself.
" What adult?", she asked him.
" The adult. A man. We couldn't find him even though he should have been here. Mr. Fazbear they called him", answered the monster.

Mr. Fazbear's heart skipped a beat.
" Really. Fazbear. Fazbear. The enemies? Lord said the Fazbears were in a pizzeria. They can't be here", said the beast.
" He is the owner. Felix Fazbear. He owns the Fazbear animatronics. He isn't one of them", explained the monster.
The beast let go of him.
" If he is here, the animatronics will come for him. Prepare! Elleroth wants them dead. If I give him their corpses, he will make me a true leader.
Go!", ordered the beast witch.
The monster gulped so loudly Mr. Fazbear could hear it.
" What?", the beast asked in a dangerously furious manner.
" We have problems upstairs. It could be them", answered the monster.
" Follow me", were the beast's next words and then they left.

Mr. Fazbear had to think about what they had said. They knew Mr. Fazbear and his animatronics.
Based on what the animatronics had done, Mr. Fazbear found it not surprising.
Elleroth, whoever that was again, wanted them dead.
That had made Mr. Fazbear priority number one. He was about to think further but his train of thought was interrupted.
" Mr. Fazbear. I can hear something", said the boy, almost shouting.

It heard the boy too by the sound of it. The door's handle was starting to turn.
" Get back", ordered Mr. Fazbear.
The kids hid behind and under tables. Some went into lockers as well.
They had let their guard down and more monsters had gone by.
The boy had exclaimed the words and the monsters were coming in.
Mr. Fazbear felt stupid, they had basically killed themselves.
He hid behind a table and picked up a baseball bat he had found.
There seemed to be only one monster coming in. He could take it out.

Mr. Fazbear got ready to fight. There was a tiny hole in the table. He saw the door handle turn all the way and the door opened.
He saw the monster's huge, threatening shadow on the floor. Then it stepped forward and Mr. Fazbear gasped in fear.

Then a foot came into his view. The other foot came down with it.

Mr. Fazbear was shocked but everything else than afraid. He saw a pair of huge feet.
Mr. Fazbear peeked from behind the table. They belonged to a purplish animatronic bunny with a sword and a familiar face.
" Bonnie?", Mr. Fazbear's face was a thing to remember.

Farewell: Next time, we'll go back to the animatronics. Their story needs to be explained more.
The creature in the darkness will join us too. The possessed people are not the only monsters in this story.
We'll see each other next time! THE ONLY WAY TO LIVE IS TO WRITE.