Freddy closed the left door upon seeing Chica smiling at him through the Window.

It was 1 AM and the power was at 89%, however Bonnie and Chica were deciding to harass Freddy quite a lot, which caused him to drain power. As he flipped up the tablet, He noticed Mike staring into the Show Stage Camera with a toothy grin and Freddy's Signature Top Hat on his head.

"That Top Hat looks good on Mister Schmidt, don't you agree?" a voice said. Freddy switched to the West Hall Corner to see a Golden Freddy poster. Flipping down the tablet to see the Golden Animatronic leaning against the desk. "Yes, it's stylish." Freddy responded before flipping the Tablet up again, Denying Golden of a Victory.

A somewhat loud cheesy laugh echoed through the building, which was accompanied by a soft snickering noise from Bonnie. Michael was on the move.

Stepping into the Restrooms to see Chica leaning against the wall, He nodded in acknowledgement towards the Chicken. Standing in the entrance to the Girls Restroom, he couldn't help but take a peek inside only to be yanked back out by Chica, who shot a disappointed glare at Michael. He couldn't help but stare back into her eyes before laughing again and moving towards the Kitchen. Laughter erupted from Backstage, which was where Bonnie was.

Freddy now found himself constantly checking the lights, and almost screaming at the top of his Voice Box when he saw Bonnie or Chica looking at him through the doors. It was at that point in which he heard quick metallic footsteps coming from the hall, He quickly slammed down the door to hear knocking at it mere moments later. "Arrrr! I be getting' ye next time ye scurvy landlubber!" Foxy ranted at the Bear before stropping back to Pirate Cove.

Mike was whistling the Toreador March to himself in the kitchen whilst constantly rustling the utensils around. This was what Freddy did, Except that Freddy could play the Toreador March through a pre-recorded line on his Voice Box.

Chica meanwhile was back to harassing Freddy at the door, however, her thoughts were occupied with the fears that Michael was messing up HER kitchen. She was very tempted to run over there and chuck him out for making a mess, but she was relieved to find that Michael was now standing at the end of the hall. He was getting closer to Freddy.

Away from the Action, Golden was sitting in an unknown room of the Pizzeria, flicking through a copy of a newspaper he had stolen from the day guard. "Local Shopping Mall gets robbed, Fifth Robbery this week" Golden read aloud. Suddenly, Out of the small basement window, he heard smashing glass, shouting and the occasional gunfire. There was a Restaurant across the street that was being robbed. It was also unlikely that the others were able to hear it.

Meanwhile, Bonnie had been denied yet again by Freddy, Who was now sitting at 34% on 4 AM. Freddy had lasted the longest so far, Chica had only made it to 2 AM and Bonnie had only made it to 3 AM. Freddy couldn't get lost in thought, He heard Mike laugh again followed by the sound of running. Chica had also appeared in the east hall door again, He reached his hands to close the door, but still realised that the west hall door was still wide open. He had no choice. He had to head-butt the button! Arching his head back, he flung his head button and it crashed into the button with an anti-climactic squeaking noise.

"Arrr! Harharhar!" Foxy chuckled from outside the door. "Watch yer nose lubber!" Foxy said as he was chuckling to himself all the way back to Pirates cove. Unfortunately that double attack had drained Freddy's power quite a fair amount. It was now sitting at 17% and it had just turned to 5 AM now. Freddy was still determined to make it!

Golden was watching the events of the Robbery unfold. The police cars had arrived already and the robbers were making a break for it, speeding down past the pizzeria to evade the cops. And then Ambulances coming into help the injured. Golden wanted to help… He was like that, But ever since the events of the old pizzeria he felt confined to the small basement room. It's a sad fate for the Animatronic.

Freddy was doing incredibly well. Time was getting ever closer to 6 AM. Freddy was going to make it. The power sat at 7% with Bonnie and Chica pretty much having given up for the night. They'd already gone back to their positions on the stage. However, Freddy was focusing on Mike to try and stop him, He completely forgot about Foxy until the last minute. Flipping down the tablet to close the door down… However Mike managed to get into the room… Foxy banged on the door, draining the last of the power. "Bwahahaha! We're gonna get ye, Ye Scurvy Landlubber!" Foxy went back to his cove to relish in his Victory, The Power cut out. Freddy was out of Power.

Mike got up from his position on the corner of the room where he was poised to strike and walked to the West Hall door to do the Toreador Jingle. "Michael, you have to go the long way around." Freddy spoke up. "But then you'll get to 6 AM!" Mike protested. "You'd better get running then!" Freddy grinned. Mike ran back down the hall and across the dining hall, down the west hall, catching his Breath for a moment. He then stepped up to the door before taking a deep breath and starting humming the Toreador March.

"You need to have lights, Michael." Freddy explained. "Oh come on!" the night-guard complained.

"Sorry, that's the rules!" Freddy said.

Mike muttered to himself furiously and then walked into the supply closet to find a torch. "You better not be looking at my Comics again!" Bonnie yelled from down the hall. After a quick search, Mike found the torch and returned to the door to start humming the Toreador march and occasionally flickering the torch on and off on his face. However his humming was cut out by an all too familiar sound of a chiming bell.

Freddy had won.