I do not own FNAF!

I was nervous as my shift started and Mr. Fred left.

'What if I made the wrong decision? Should I just bail out?' I thought. 'No! I can't back down now! Not when I'm so close to having so many questions answered!'

I took a deep breath, and then another as I worked to calm my racing heart. This was the night I would learn more about those animatronic puppets. My mind raced as I went through the usual checks.

'What if they kill me? What if they stuff me into one of those horrible costumes?' I immediately shook my head violently. 'No! Stop thinking like that! That will not happen!'

I was pulled from my thoughts as a crash sounded from the front of the building. I forced myself to stay calm as I investigated what it was. The sound of pounding footsteps entered my ears as three masked men wearing black jackets entered the Dining Area. They all stopped when they saw me, clearly displeased.

"You should have left this job when you had the chance," the tallest man of the three said in a familiar voice, and I immediately recognized him as the guy from the phone calls. "I really wish I didn't have to do this, but you leave me no choice."

He held up his hand and suddenly his two partners were on either side of me, wringing my arms behind my back and forcing me to my knees, pinning my back against the wall so that I was facing the Show Stage.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" I asked. He lifted my chin with one hand and removed his mask with the other so that I could see him clearly. He looked to be in his late 40s or early 50s, with brown hair and light blue eyes.

"You don't need to know who I am. And I'm doing this because I didn't want those puppets to tell you what really happened," he said sadistically. "But now I'm forced to end this myself, so I no longer see the harm in telling you."

I could feel the other two men tying my hands together, and I knew what was coming. I knew that I wasn't going to survive.

"You see," he said, forcing me to look at him again. "I know the history of this place oh so well because I was the one who caused all those 'freak accidents' to happen. I caused the 'bite of '87' and I knew about the costumes because I would stuff people into them when they got too curious. The puppets were only trying to scare you out, not that they wanted to." He laughed.

"But you didn't leave. For what reason I don't know, but you were foolish not to abandon this place when you had the chance. Now you're going to pay handsomely for your incompetence. It's nothing personal. It's just business."

He took out a pistol from under his jacket and held it where I could see it.

"Now, what should I do?" he asked his partners. "Should I shoot her and make it as quick and painless as possible, or should I stuff her into one of those Freddy costumes and have her suffer a long and painful death?"

"The Freddy costume, boss," the man on my right said. "Make her pay for her stupidity."

"An excellent choice." He put the gun back under his jacket and went to the Backstage, where I knew he would be able to find one of those God forsaken Freddy costumes. He pulled one out and brought it to where I was being held.

I struggled to get away, but the two men holding me in place were too strong. As he got ready to force my head into the costume, an animatronic screech sounded through the building, followed by three others.

"We will not have ye blame us for another death!" Foxy yelled.

"We will not take the blame this time!" Freddy shouted.

"Not after all that's happened!" Chica shrieked.

"A-and-d-d es-s-spec-ciall-l-ly n-not-t-t if-f i-i-it-t's M-mik-k-ke wh-who-o-o's k-kill-l-l-led!" Bonnie cried.

Suddenly and without warning, there was an echoing crash as the man holding the costume was forced away from me by Bonnie and slammed against the nearby wall, Bonnie holding the man in place by his arms. The other two men were pulled off of me and knocked out by Chica and Freddy, while Foxy worked to break the bonds around my hands.

"I w-w-will n-not-t-t a-allo-o-ow y-y-you t-to h-h-hurt-t h-her-r!" Bonnie yelled angrily, and the man screamed in pain as Bonnie started crushing his arms.

"Bonnie! Don't!" I shouted, causing the animatronic rabbit to look at me. I don't know how, but it seemed like something in his eyes softened, and he reluctantly released the man, who was now unconscious from the ordeal.

"You'd better call the police," Chica stated as Foxy was finally able to untie my hands. I nodded and quickly went to the phone in the Office.

Everything became a blur after that, with the police arriving and me explaining what had happened and what the man had revealed to me. I honestly don't remember what exactly I said, especially for how the one guy's arms became severely broken, but I guess they bought the excuse I gave them.

My shift ended just as the police left. Mr. Fred, upon noticing the last police car leaving, immediately approached me.

"What happened?" he asked me, clearly concerned. "Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine," I replied casually. "And we caught the people who were causing the bad reputation for this place. It was some guy who said he was finishing his last week of work here, and two of his friends."

"Oh. That was likely Vincent. He was fired from his job here in '85 for tampering with the supplies and harassing the female workers. He said something about getting revenge the day I fired him. The night guards before you told me of a guy calling and giving them strange warnings and tips, and then having some weird encounters with him. Their description of the man matched Vincent perfectly."

"Older man, about in his 40s or 50s? Brown hair and light blue eyes?" I asked.

"That's Vincent all right. I just never thought he'd go to the extremes he did," Mr. Fred said sadly.

"At least it's all over now," I stated, trying to be optimistic.

"True. I'll bet you don't want this old place now because of all the trouble you've been through."

I looked at the building. "Actually, my thoughts about this place haven't changed. I still want to buy it, if you'll let me."

"Think you can survive one more night working here?" he asked.

"Absolutely. And I wouldn't mind working here as the night guard for a while longer, but I want to be able to work on the animatronic puppets. I think they could use a little TLC."

"You've got yourself a deal, Mike."