Later that night, Mike returned around 11:50 PM for his next night shift. He saw that the manager was there, barely closing the doors. The manager himself didn't seem too happy. He looked like he was grumbling to himself.

"Hey, what's up?" Mike called out, getting out his security cap from his overnight bag.

"You were right," the manager started, without so much as a greeting. "The animatronics' free-roaming switches were fully on and functional, but...they never moved. Not so much as a twitch came from them. And earlier today, when I switched them to normal daytime mode...they still didn't activate! Not one of them moved!"

"Whoa, really?" Mike was surprised.

"Yeah, it was terrible. Obviously, they can't perform for the children if they're incapable of moving, so I closed the pizzeria for today. I tried to work on them, and everything seems fine. Their systems are all online, and their AI is working...but it's like they're dead inside. They don't respond to me, they don't even look at me anymore. It's just...so weird, you know?"

Mike could only nod in agreement.

The manager shook his head. "I bet it was because of that incident that happened two weeks ago."

Mike looked up. "What happened, anyway? Even if they were broken down, I could've gone anyway," he asked, shrugging his shoulders.

"Nah, don't worry about it. All four of them just needed...maintenance. That's all, nothing else to it. Anyway, I gotta go," he said. "It's all up to you now, Mike. Oh, and if the robots don't move again, let me know, okay? It could be a bug in their system...or something, I don't know."

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on them," Mike reassured. "Go on home now."

Mike walked back inside the dimly-lit pizzeria. Surprisingly, he didn't feel the cold chill go up his spine this time. He felt...normal, actually. Like he was doing a real job. The night guard placed his cap on, then walked right up to the Show Stage. He turned to look up at the three animatronics. They were still immobile, even though it was past midnight.

"Hey," he called out. "Why aren't you guys moving? Don't feel like killing me anymore?"

No answer. Mike tried waving a hand in front of Bonnie, then Freddy, then Chica, but not one of them registered anything, which was odd. These robots were designed to recognize children, adults and even the furniture, yet they didn't recognize him. He even went as far as to knock on their fur-covered metal chest plates, but no dice.

Mike turned and walked over to Pirate's Cove. Pulling the purple curtain aside, he saw Foxy there, in the same slumped-over position as his fellow robots. Though his jaw was still broken and those scary sharp teeth still poked out, he didn't look any more intimidating than his robotic friends. Mike stared at him, then turned back to look at the others. Still not moving.

"Idiots..." he muttered to himself. Turning back, he headed towards the Office to start his shift.

It was like that all week. Mike would arrive for his shift, and would spend six hours doing virtually nothing. It was tedious and super boring. He would almost rather be scared to death by these guys than to sit here and do nothing.

Almost being the key word.

With each passing day, the manager grew more and more frustrated. He couldn't open the pizzeria to the public, knowing that the animatronics were not moving. He had several mechanics come in to try to figure out the issue, but none of them could find anything wrong. If anything, their systems seemed to work better than before.

After about a month of inactivity, the manager finally gave up. Nothing he tried seemed to make the animatronics move, and profits were way on the downside. He decided it would be best to just pull the plug on the business altogether. The pizzeria wasn't doing too great anyways. Ever since the Bite of '87, only a handful of loyal families remained, but they couldn't come often enough. He might as well shut down the entire company while he still could.

But the manager wouldn't be able to shut it down right away. Everything had to be cleared out, and for the robots...well, there was no other place to take them. They would have to be - dare he say it? - scrapped.

It would take about a week for the notice of termination to get around. After that, the cleaning crew would come and remove everything. Then he'd be able to put the building on the market or something.

The thing was, even if the place was shutting down...he still needed a night guard to watch the place. The manager didn't want the animatronics getting stolen or the pizzeria vandalized while it was closed. The furniture and everything was in good conditions, and he didn't need those stupid teen assholes coming to ruin what was left of the place. The good thing was, he did have a night guard on hand...

"Well...my last week here," Mike said flatly to himself as he entered the building at around 11:45 PM. He had been disappointed about the closing of the pizzeria, mainly because that meant he would be out of a job soon. Even with the engineering degree he had acquired at a good college, hardly anyone wanted to take him in. Sure, they'd interview him and all, but...no "You're hired!" or anything like that. Not even a phone call. Assholes.

He walked up to the animatronics, who were just as lifeless as ever. He looked over and saw that Bonnie's red guitar had a coating of dust covering it. Feeling slightly guilty, he took out a rag from his overnight bag and wiped it off. Then he turned to face all of them.

"Guys, I've got some bad news," he said out loud. "Because all of you assholes are all deciding to go on strike and not move, the manager's closing down this place. I don't know what's gonna happen to you...but my guess is that you'll probably be scrapped." He turned to face Pirate's Cove. "You too, Foxy. They don't have any other place for you all.

"Anyway, this is gonna be my last week babysitting you guys. And even though you guys kept trying to kill me weeks back...well, sorry this had to happen to you. All of you were kinda cool...even with the killing thing and such. But still, you guys are still seriously creepy-looking."

Mike saluted them and turned to leave, but then turned back. A mischievous grin came on his face as he stepped up onto the stage to face Freddy. Before, he would have never even thought of coming this close to the large eponymous mascot, but now...things were different. He reached out and squeezed the bear's nose, causing it to squeak loudly. The bear gave no reaction whatsoever; he merely stared off into nothing.

Mike chuckled. "I've always wanted to do that at one point," he said lightly. Then he turned and headed towards the Office.

Mike sat in his large dark chair and picked up the tablet. At this point, he probably wouldn't even need it, but it was pretty much a habit. He couldn't help it now. He didn't feel right if he left the tablet alone.

After turning it on, Mike rolled around in his chair, utterly bored. He distracted himself by watching the little fan swivel around the room and by playing with the small cupcake animatronic that was usually on his desk. He knew he should have probably brought his video-games or something to pass the time, but in all his hurry to get here in time, he forgot. Plus, it was against the rules, and Mike wouldn't take any chances of the manager suddenly announcing a surprise inspection. He didn't want to get laid off any sooner than he had to.

2:30 AM...man, he was tired now. Maybe a small nap wouldn't hurt...besides, these guys weren't moving anymore. Mike shouldn't have to worry about them. Mike placed the tablet in sleep mode and put in on the desk. Sighing, he leaned back in the chair, tucking his arms behind his head and closing his eyes.

Just as he was dozing off, a sudden clank of metal was heard somewhere within the building. Mike immediately sat up, his instincts on guard. Did someone break in? Grabbing his tablet, he flickered through the dark camera images, wondering where the sound had originated. Hmm. Nothing seemed to be out of place...then he checked the Show Sta-

Mike suddenly gasped as he nearly dropped the tablet. "Oh, shit!" he yelled.

Bonnie was gone from the Stage.