I should have seen this coming. The two kids and I waited two more hours before we could get out. We didn't use the doors, but I kept on looking into the Backstage area on my tablet, just to be sure that Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica were still there. I wouldn't have put it past them to have come back to life. When we finally managed to get out, I called the kid's parents. They came by and picked up their kids. The day shift came by. I told them what had happened. They called Mr. Faz first, and then the police. The next we know, Fazzy's filing charges against Kaylee, Lee, and I for breaking and entering and destruction of property. I got fired of course, but that doesn't make up for the fact that he's trying to sue us and send us to prison for defending ourselves from those animatronics. I'd have thought that he couldn't sink any lower, but that's still not the worst of it. Three kids were killed that night, and he's getting his lawyers to cover it all up, saying that they were all accidental deaths. Accidental deaths. I'd buy the idea of the animatronics being accidentally turned on, Carla just being in front of Freddy when his mouth started moving, and Gabe falling onto Foxy's hook as possible accidents. Sure. But how do they expect anyone to buy Pat getting stuffed inside of a Freddy Fazbear suit as accidental? I guess they're not, but the security footage of everything happening has mysteriously been lost.

No one believes Kaylee and Lee's story, of course. The more frantic they get, trying to get people to listen to how they were hunted by homicidal animatronics, the more the police think that they were just high. I didn't even try to tell anyone what actually happened once I figured out what Fazzy was doing. I know no one will believe me, not with the crazy s _ I've been through.

Not to say that I haven't done anything for us. I know enough not to tell people about what's gone on in my shifts. As soon as I heard Fazzy was trying to level charges against us, I sent everything I've been gathering on the store to the press. Missing memos, reports, phone conversations, everything that I've got is on the 8'o clock news. Fazzy's up to his ears in reporters and parents trying to make him talk about what he could have done differently; shoddy security, cover-ups, conspiracy theorist wet dreams. But that's all it is. Theories and rumors. That's all I've managed to get against the company. It's enough to keep them off of my and the kid's backs for now, but as soon as the frenzy that I started ends, they'll have us in court. No one will believe that teenagers were murdered in something as friendly as a kid's pizzeria, no matter how much the company's been involved in over the years.

Mr. Faz even had the gall to re-build those animatronics. I actually tried to talk to him, to make him see sense; that having those animatronics around is only going to cause problems for him, but he just wouldn't listen. He claimed that it would just be cheaper to repair the old ones that I 'so maliciously and callously destroyed' and get a new night guard.

I'm at my desk in my apartment, doing some shopping on a chemical supplier site when I get a call. I know who it is before I pick it up.

"Hey Kaylee."

"…Hey Mike."

"How's Lee?"

"That's just it Mike, he…can't sleep. We had to get out night lights that we haven't used since we were kids. Lee still thinks that if we turn off the lights, one of them will get us…I still think that too." She's only just holding herself together. She's a tough girl to have gotten through this.

"I don't really know what to say. I've been having that problem for a while. I guess I just got used to it. Have you talked to your parents about it?"

Kaylee groans over the phone. "Of course we've talked to them! But they don't believe us! No one does! Everyone at school thinks that we're crazy! We…we can't talk to anyone about this, and we keep getting phone calls from those lawyers. They keep on asking us questions, threatening us."

Fazzy's got a lot of nerve to kick at these two while they're down. Kaylee's breathing hard on the other end. She was practically shouting at me. I give her a minute to calm down, and she starts talking again, whispering.

"Are you sure about this? What you're planning?"

Yeah I've been sure. I've thought about it ever since I started working at Freddy's, but Mr. Fazz covering up three murders right in front of me, and continuing on like nothing's wrong, only to put it all on some new night guard; that's what's convinced me.

"…I've got to do this, Kaylee. I don't know if I'll be able to end Freddy's like this, but I want to make sure Fazzy has to answer for the first night guard, your friends, and everyone before them." Look at me on my pedestal, talking about justice with what I've suggested to this girl that's been through hell. "You and Lee don't need to be a part of this if you don't want to, Kaylee. I think I can do it on my own."

There's silence for a minute. I think I can actually hear Kaylee chewing on her lip.

"No. If…if you think this'll make things right with Gabe and our friends, I want in. Lee still wants in to. It's…it's the only thing that keeps him going."

Jeez. I can't believe Lee is still all in.

I can't help but feel responsible for those kids after what they've been through. There's not much I can really do for them, but I think that being someone for them to talk to does help them. Lee and Kaylee have been so scared and angry. They were talking about what they think they should be doing, telling more people about what happened, trying to stop the store's reopening, dismantling the animatronics while they're still damaged, but so much of what they suggested seemed so crazy to me, that it would get them killed. Sometimes I worry that that's what they want, to make it all end. I had to tell them what I was planning, just to give them an alternative to committing suicide.

"Mike, it's just…does it have to be the masks?"

I look under the bed where the box is. Inside is something I managed to pick up from Freddy's before I was fired.

"Yes, Kaylee. It's the only way we'd be able to make it work."

"I wish that it was something else…"

"It's going to be over soon, Kaylee. I just need to bring one more person into this."