Frank Faz woke up groggy. The last thing he remembered was that kid's friend putting the Golden Freddy mask on him. He didn't like that one, not with the things it did, not with the memories and lawsuits associated with it.

Where was he? It seemed dark here. He felt a faint breeze of air on his face. He pulled himself together, and saw the fan. The Freddy poster was on his left. Now he realized he was in the security office. That wasn't a good place to be. That wasn't where the manager of a store like Freddy's was supposed to be, that was for pasty-faced teens that he could just put in the chair and forget like a penny that ended up in the dirty clothes. Faz was about to get up when he heard the phone ring. He didn't pick it up. It wasn't his concern. He was at the East door when he realized something. The lights were off in the store. That wasn't good. He looked at his watch. 12 AM. Oh God.

The phone clicked, and Frank got a message.

"Hello Mr. Faz. It's been a while since we last talked. Last time was when those kids were killed. That might seem like a while to you, but believe me, for me it's like it was yesterday."

That voice…Frank had heard it before, but he couldn't remember where or when. Whatever it was, he had always thought that it was of no significance to him, but here, for some reason, it meant a lot.

"For months, I've literally risked my life watching over Freddy and his friends, in exchange for a paycheck of $120 a week. That's how it was for me at first anyway. But after my first week, and I learned about how you covered up the disappearance of the night guard before me, and who knows how many others before, I decided that I had another job to do. I looked into your store."

Frank was scared. The store wasn't safe at night, he knew that.

"I saw the reports of kids going missing, getting hurt here. At first, I thought that it was all just tragic, some maniac coming in here and hurting those kids. I can't really blame you for that. But then you just kept on restarting the store, no matter what happened, not matter what happened to the animatronics. Things eventually got so bad that you actually gave the night guards protocol about how to try to survive. But they kept dying. I suppose that's not even really your fault. But, what you've been doing, sweeping it all under the rug, getting your lawyers to shut up anyone who might try to look at the store and see that it's a death trap. How many people have you led to their deaths, Fazzy?"

Frank was starting to see what this was about. There were a lot of night guards, when he thought about it, lives he just whittled away at his convenience.

"What is wrong with you to have a store set up like this, where guards just come, but never leave? How do you not see the problem with that?"

"Just let me out!" Faz shouted.

The recording continued regardless.

"But, even that, I think, I could have dealt with. But when those kids died on my shift, I think I realized just the kind of man you are. Three kids, yeah maybe three troublemakers, but three kids were killed horribly here, and the two that were left were put through hell. And then, after they got out, you kicked them while they were down. You tried to make the world ignore the hell you put them through. You just don't see just how bad you made it for them, for me. Well, I think I've got a way to make you see."

Oh God. He couldn't mean…

"I want to see if you can last one night of the hell you've put me through for months. One night. Maybe, if you survive,"

If I survive?

"You might see sense and close this place down permanently. But, if you don't make it, well…you've shown me that there's one place that you can hide a body that no one will ever look."

The suits…the empty suits...!

"The funny thing about this is that your own store is going to cover up what happens to you, just like you've done to countless others. But hey, maybe I'm being pessimistic. I've got something you'll need to hear:

'Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing persons report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon as property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced.'

So, yeah, I know that sounds bad, but you know what Mr. Faz? I'm not going to b.s. you. It is. Have fun!"

The message clicked and ended. Faz's heart was beating in his chest. He looked around frantically. The tablet was on the desk. He turned it on, and the camera of the Show Stage popped up. Only Freddy was on stage, and he was looking right at Faz. Frantically, he searched through the cameras. God…Bonnie was in the West Hall corner. Faz shut the left door. Chica…East Corner? Faz shut the right door. All of the animatronics were staring at him. Even Foxy was peeking out of his cove.

"It's…it's alright…I'll just have to keep these doors closed. They can't get in if the doors are closed."

That was right. Faz didn't even need to look at the cameras. Sure the doors ran on power, but those old guards were always just kidding around, surely there was enough power to last the night, right?