A young man approaches a fenced-off lot, last year a building burned to the ground here, but now it stands a vacant reminder of why we have health and safety.

"This is the place." He says as begins climbing the fence, vaulting over it into the empty parking lot. It would be morning soon, so he had to hurry.

He sneaks up to the front door, it seems to have been boarded up so he decides to go around to the back.

No good, it seems all the entrances were boarded, just as it seems most hopeless, a vent shaft falls down in front of him, making a loud 'clang!'

The boy looks around to make sure no one heard the noise before jumping up to the now open industrial vent shaft.

Hoisting himself up to it, he crawled inside, as he did so, he could swear he saw dart out of sight at the end of the shaft.

This, however, does not deter the boy, as he continues crawling through pitch-black vents until one of his arms comes down on another opening, causing him to almost fall through to the floor below.

After slowly lowering himself out of the vent, he touches down to the ground with a crunch. He hopes that he didn't just break anything important.

He begins to feel along the wall while wishing he had some kind of light source to help him out. After a few minutes of slowly moving from room to room his foot collides with some large.

He reaches down to attempt to figure out what the object is via touch. As he moves his hands around it, he discovers that it seems to be one of the animatronics he had heard so much about.

He almost jumps back it shock as he feels a row of teeth leading to a gaping jaw. 'It's a good thing these guys have been out of commission for a while.' He thinks as he carefully steps out of the way of the animatronic husk.

He comes to another doorway, as he steps through it, he sees something: A small sliver of light bleeding from a door on his left caused him to stop in his tracks. Was there really someone else here? This place had been abandoned for years.

As he crept closer to the door, he could hear faint tings and scrapes of metal. Peeking through the door only revealed a slim view of something purple and wrinkled. The boy thought that maybe if he opened the door just a little he could figure out what he was seeing.

Creeaaak!

The door creaked loudly as he could hear whoever was inside scramble for something off the table as he shouted "Who's there? Identify yourself!"

The boy began to sweat, he was trapped alone in this facility with a possible insane squatter.

The boy didn't have much time to react as the door was immediately swung open in front of him, only narrowly avoiding getting hit in the face.

Staring down at him was a giant figure. A giant purple figure… With rabbit ears?

"Huh? What are you doing here kid?" The giant rabbit animatronic said.

The boy identified him as Bonnie, the guitarist of the Fazbear band. But, how was here, and more importantly, how was he talking to him right now?

Only after a few moments did the boy realise that Bonnie was waiting for an answer.

"O-Oh, I was… I wanted to see if the rumors were… True." He sputtered.

The rabbit looked down at him with cold, distant eyes. "Well, unfortunately, they are."

The two stared at each other for a good few minutes before Bonnie put out his hand, moving it up and down as he said "Shoo."

"Wha- But, I can't!" The boy exclaimed

"Why not? You got in here, you should be able to get out."

"But I can't just leave you here, I have so many questions How did you get here? How are you in such good condition, are the others-"

"Stop." The rabbit commanded. "Just… Stop." His face didn't change at all, but the boy could hear the sadness in his voice.

The boy put his hand out. "I'm Marcus. Marcus Afton."

The rabbit's eyes widened to a scary degree. "What… Did you just say?"

"Um… Yeah, I know… It's a really weird coincidence I know."

The rabbit placed his large hands on each of Marcus' shoulders, he stared him down.

"Why is that your name? There should be no more Aftons."

"Well, technically-" Marcus started, before being cut off.

"Who are you?" The rabbit said, in a much more aggressive tone than before.

"I'm the kid of Maria Afton, Williams Ex-Wife." Marcus blurted out.

The rabbit's voice changed from one of anger to one of confusion. "Explain."

"Well, after his youngest son died, Maria and William Split Up. Afterwards, she remarried and had me."

Bonnie lets go of Marcus. "Well, you aren't technically an Afton then are you? Shouldn't you be using the last name of your father?"

"Well, I mean usually I do, and my mom does too, but I thought I'd use that name while I was here. That and I wanted to be connected to it."

"You wanted to be connected to this?" Bonnie scoffs, picking a broken marionette mask off the table. He takes a moment to stare at it before showing Marcus.

"This and I are the last remaining bits of what once was a massive bloody tragedy. Why on earth would you want to be connected to something as bad as this?"

"Well… It's because… It was something." Marcus admits, hanging his head low.

"What do you mean?" Bonnie asks, tilting his head a little bit.

"I mean… My life isn't anything interesting. I just wake up, go to school, come home, go to sleep, and repeat. My life is incredibly dull… that was until I found out about all of this. The mystery, the rumors, the intrigue! I did some digging and when I figured out that this involved my family- Something welled up inside of me, like a sense of purpose!"

Bonnie squinted at Marcus.

"Not like my half-father! More like my half brother, Michael. It felt like that…"

Bonnie shook his head. "That life you described? That was the only thing I ever wanted. To be normal, like you are. You shouldn't take stuff like that for granted. You could've been seriously hurt coming here."

Marcus thinks back to the vent he almost fell through. He winces slightly thinking about what would've happened if he fell face-first onto the floor.

Bonnie imitated a sigh. "Look, there's not much left here. If you want to look around this room, I'll let you, but after that, you need to go home, I'm sure your mother would throw a fit if she knew you were here."

I nodded in agreement as he stepped to the side, holding the door open for me as I entered the room. The light source he had seen before being revealed as a small electrical lantern. The room was charred and messy, but on the table in the center, there were several items.

"Those are all that's left of them." Bonnie commented as Marcus looked over the table, on it was: A mostly burned bib that read "Le- E.", A rusty hook, and a broken microphone.

Bonnie placed the cracked mask back onto the table, adding it to the pile of remains of his friends. Marcus looked up at him.

"But wait, why are you here? I thought everything was gathered up here and destroyed."

"Most of it was, but there was one issue, back during the time when William became Springtrap, we were all participating in the happiest day, but right as it finished, I found myself, not in the afterlife with all my friends, but sprawled out on a table. Someone had collected my parts and rebuilt me."

"Who was it?"

"A collector named Albert Young. He was alright, fixed me up. Gave me a couple of upgrades. He was a bit out of his league with me. So I left and came here. And well? Looks like I missed the boat."

Bonnie leaned up against one of the walls.

"So what do you plan to do now?" Marcus asked.

"I don't know… I thought I'd leave, after all there is nothing really left to do right? And yet… I'm still here for some reason. I have closure… But I can't go home." Bonnie's voice displayed great sadness as he spoke.

As Marcus looked at the giant purple robot, he could only feel bad for him, he knew the legends and the rumors all too well. He decided he would take a risk.

"Hey, do you… Want to come back with me?"