I must really be stupid, because I'm going towards the Backstage myself. I crouch down near the door. Freddy's still too frantic trying to hold on to notice me. Bonnie and Chica grab hold of his head and pull him away. I slip in while their backs are turned, crouching behind the first table that I see. Freddy's screaming and fighting so loud now though that I can't focus enough to look for the kids. I peek around the table.

Chica and Bonnie have Freddy by one arm each, one hand holding an arm and the other pushing him into the suit they've brought out. Something doesn't seem right about the way that they're moving. There are two of them, but it looks as if Freddy could break away from them any moment. I hear weird sounds coming from them, like the sound of car axles squealing. I think that the dough is clogging up their gears and making it harder for them to move. Still though, together, they're stronger than Freddy. His screeches get louder and more high-pitched the further he gets pushed into the suit. I hear metal scraping against metal and bending, until I hear one final screech and a crunch. Freddy's quiet now. Bonnie and Chica are pushing his arms and legs into the suit. I don't think that they're in the right order, though.

I got to focus. The kids. Where are the kids?

Right next to me. I turn to my right and see them staring at something in front of them. I smell it before I see it. A spare Freddy suit is in front of us, a kid's eyeballs hanging from the head by their stalks.

I should be used to this. I should be able to look at this and not freak out, but it's the first time I've seen one of the animatronic's victims in front of me like this. I manage to snap out of it. The kid's just staring at the eyes. His sister's trying to look away, and she sees me. It's like she's trying to ask me what to do next. The animatronics are finishing their work with Freddy. All I can think to do is to book it out of here. I tap the kid on the shoulder to try to snap him out of it.

"Aaahhh…"

The kid barely whispers it out, but as soon as he does, the animatronics stop moving. The girl puts her hand over her brother's mouth. He's staring around the room, his eyes bugging out. I hear footsteps. I take my back away from the table and peak underneath it. Bonnie's purple feet are standing in front of the table. He touches something above us on the table. I look up, and I see a Freddy Fazbear head. From my angle, I can see Bonnie's ears just over the head. Bonnie thinks that the head said something. These animatronics have a different standard for what's alive and dead. They haven't found us yet, but it won't take Bonnie long to realize that an empty Freddy head can't talk, and with him standing there, and Chica looking at us, we won't be able to run out.

Still though, if Bonnie's just staring at the Freddy head now, expecting it to say something, he might not see it coming if I try something. The head is on my side of the table. I've got my hands in my pocket. I've got to angle this just right…

I jump up, my head behind Freddy's, and I swing my arms around, clapping fridge magnet's on the sides of Bonnie's head.

Chica shrieks. I have no idea what I'm doing, but I shout out, picking up Freddy's head and throwing it at her. It hits her in the face and she catches it in her hands. She looks at it. She's given me an opening. I take out another fridge magnet, running at her crouched and jam it at her bib, right where I think her central motor is. It sticks. She drops the head, but before she can replace it with mine, I jam the last magnet between her eyes, screaming at her face.

I stumble back and trip. I'm staring at Chica. She isn't doing anything. She's just standing there with her cock-eyed expression. I look to Bonnie. He's still leaning at the table, his mouth hanging open at where Freddy's head was. The kids get away from him and stand next to me.

"Are…are they dead?"

I don't think that they can die. They're animatronics. They're already dead. Still though, this is how they usually work, standing still and waiting for someone to take their eyes off of them.

But they seem different now. Their eyes aren't following us. They're just standing there.

I hear a noise from Bonnie. I grab the kids by the arms, ready to run, but Bonnie just tips forward, head-first over the table. He's still in the leaning position, angled over the table and facing the floor.

I can't believe it. The magnets actually worked. I've screwed up their computer chips. I've beaten them. Months of being hunted, and I finally beat them.

There's a noise. It's me laughing. I just laugh and laugh. I point at the animatronics.

"F_ you Bonnie, f_ you Chica, and F_ YOU FREDDY!"

I keep laughing until I get tired, leaning against the wall. The kids are looking from the animatronics to me.

"C'mon, let's go." I finally managed to get out.

We go out into the Dining Area and head right. I wonder if the West Hall door is down. Who cares. I got them. I finally got them. We're at the Hall entrance. The kids still look scared, but they'll get over it. This has got to be the happiest day of my life; I can even hear someone singing…oh…

"Da da dum dum dum, da da dum dum diddily doom doom diddily doom…"

We all turn around. Foxy's there. As he looks at us, his eye patch lifts up. There's blood dripping from his hook. The girl gives a small cry.

"Move. Now, move!"

The kids run out ahead of me. I stay behind for just a second as I keep the door open. As soon as we pass through I slam the door shut, but I can hear Foxy slam it back open as he runs behind us.

Ahead of me, the kid tries to open the door to the Storage Closet. His sister pulls him away and towards the right room; the office door is still open.

Why the hell am I moving so slow? Foxy's able to come down this hall in a second, but it feels like I'm taking hours just to cross this few feet. Foxy's right behind me.

I'm not thinking at all. I'm just processing information: the sound of Foxy's footsteps getting louder and louder, the site of the open Supply Closet. I see a bottle of soap on one of the counters. As I run by it I grab it. I unscrew the cap and spill it on the floor behind me. I can feel Foxy's hook behind me pushing the air out in front of it. I dodge to the left. Foxy misses his swing and slides on the soapy floor. He slides out in front of me and crashes into the wall. I'm at the door, I get in!

There's a tearing sound. Foxy's stuck his hook into my backpack. He's pulling me back!

"No! Not like this!"

Not when I was so close!

This is the only thought that I have. I'm still operating completely on instinct, like a rat running from a fox. I swing my arms around. I hit a button on my left as Foxy's pulling me back. There's a loud click. Foxy's pulling me down to the floor. There's a loud crunch. Foxy's bitten my head off.

But I'm still thinking. I'm on the floor of my office. The girl and her brother are staring at me. No, not at me, something next to me. I look, and Foxy's face is on the floor next to me. He shrieks. I shriek. I writhe out of the backpack and stand up, knocking the fan off the desk as I back away. Foxy's pinned underneath the door, swinging his hook around.

I shout again. I'm done with these f_ing robots!

I push the door button again. It comes up. Foxy's been practically cut in half. He's still writhing around. I kick him in the face, somehow avoiding getting my foot bitten off or impaled. The upper part of his body is knocked back. I push the button again. Foxy's chest is crushed. I push the button. The door comes up. Foxy's twitching. I push it again. His head is crushed, his loose jaw finally severed completely.