Freddy Fazbear sat in his office. Business had been going incredibly well so far, with his many locations attracting customers. He hadn't even had to sweep anything under the rug… yet, anyways. He was about to leave when his phone rang. He checked the caller ID and answered.

"Tim! How have you been!"

"Hello, Freddy. It's been a while."

"Yes it has. Did you call to accept my job offer?"

"Um no. I have a sort of proposition, actually."

"Really now? Well go ahead, I'm listening."
"Well… I want to open a children's entertainment restaurant, and I was wondering if we could be a subdivision of Freddy Fazbear's, sort of like a sister location."
"A sister location? I could just open a Freddy's where you are. Speaking of which, where are you?"
"Well, it's not exactly a popular town. It's called Blue Skies."

"... Blue Skies? Why the hell are you in Blue Skies? Look… there's an… issue with Blue Skies. There's a reason there hasn't been a Freddy Fazbear's there yet."
"What do you mean?"
"I can send an advisor to help you start, and I'd be happy to recognize you as a sister location if you succeed, but that's pretty much it. You're on your own for supplies and animatronics."
"One advisor? Why can't you do anything else? What's so bad about Blue Skies?"
"There's something…. Lurking there. Something that despises the name Freddy Fazbear. Good luck to you Tim."

With that, Freddy hung up. Freddy leaned back in his chair. "Blue Skies…" He muttered to himself before calling someone else. "Bonnie, I've got a task for you."

Meanwhile, Tim was very confused. What had Freddy been talking about, saying that something was lurking in Blue Skies? He shook his head before going back into Chickadee's.

"Alright, and this is being shipped when? Friday, okay, thanks." Foxy jotted something down into his notepad before hanging up. "That's the motors and servos covered… Now I need to get a core protector and a thermal modulator…" He muttered. The sound of the bell made him look up. Leaving the back room, he went to the counter to greet the customer. Said customer was wearing a black coat and holding a strange device. "Hello," he said, speaking with clarity and a bit of a strange accent. "I was hoping you could help me with this. I'm not sure you would know, but I really didn't know where else to go." Foxy could see now that the device was a music box. "Hmm…. Looks like a small part here needs replacing, shouldn't be hard. I could get it fixed by tomorrow." The customer smiled. "That would be lovely." "Could I get your name so you can come pick it up?" "Of course," the customer replied while pulling a mask out of his coat and putting it on. "It's Marion."

Rachel walked down the street, smiling as the cool wind blew against her face. She loved the cool autumn weather. TB had driven Tim back to his hotel, so Rachel walked back to Foxy's store. She was excited about their plan. Freddy seemed willing to have a sister location, the next step would be to secure a building. She pushed open the door to Foxy's store, the bell dinging as she entered. "Hey, Foxy!" She called. An eerie silence answered her. She frowned. That wasn't right, Foxy would always answer. "Foxy?" she called again. She headed to the back room, a sense of dread filling her. The lights were all off in the back room. Rachel groped around in the dark until she found the switch, then turned it on. She gasped and stumbled backwards upon seeing a red stain on the floor. As she inched backwards, she ran into someone, and they both came crashing down.

"What the heck was that, Rachel?" Foxy shouted as he sat up. Rachel sighed in relief before getting up. Foxy had been carrying a box full of parts, which were now scattered around the floor. "Erm… Sorry, I thought something happened to you." She gestured at the red stain. "You know that's been there for ages, right? Are you sure you're okay?" Rachel sighed and nodded. "Yeah.. Yeah I'm just fine." She helped pick up the scattered parts and put them back inside the box. "Say, what's this for?" She asked, picking up a small spring. "Oh, that's so I can fix someone's music box," Foxy responded, taking it and putting it in the box. "But don't dodge the question." Rachel sighed. "I don't know what you're talking about." Foxy put the box on a table in the corner. "You've been acting strange ever since…. Ever since Tim came back." He slowly smiled. "Ah. You like him, don't you?"

Rachel began blushing. "W-What?" "Of course. I should have known." "I only like him as a friend!" "Sure." Rachel slugged Foxy in his arm, but he only laughed in response. "Of course you'd have a crush on him. I don't know why I didn't figure that out earlier." "Shut up," she growled back. "Relax, I won't tell anyone. Besides, I think he might like you, too." "W- What do you mean?" Before he could respond, a ringing bell indicated the door was open. "I better go get that." Foxy said, leaving to go to the counter. Rachel was left alone in the back room. "I don't have a crush on him… do I?" She wondered to herself.