Toy Bonnie peered at "Freddy" carefully. He was sitting at attention in the office. The blue bunny in makeup could swear he was shaking a bit, and he did look a bit strange. However, nothing about him seemed to trigger any red flags. No criminal data. Maybe the criminal was hiding!

She stared at the bear in the eyes, viewing him from different angles every time. Finally, in her dripping-with-poisonous-honey voice, told him, "Freddy, dear, are you okay? You seem to be twitching! Are you sure you are not malfunctioning?"

"Freddy" shook his head so hard his "face" began to slip a bit.

"Well, honey, remember to go to the Parts Room as soon as you began to feel ill or anything, got it?"

Again, the "bear" nodded, causing his face to slip even more. Toy Bonnie reached to adjust it, but he slapped her away.

Bonnie, remembering her initial mission, suddenly clicked and turned, "Off to find that criminal!"

Jeremy wasted no time rewinding the music box. Toy Bonnie had stood there almost too long.

Almost.

It was very unfortunate for Jeremy that Freddy and his Toy counterpart were both in the Main Hall when Toy Bonnie got there.

"Wow, Freddy, honey, you're a speedy one!" Toy Bonnie giggled, using one of her many prerecorded lines.

Toy Freddy, being all artificial intelligence and having no clue what Toy Bonnie meant, replied, "Why, thank you!"

"Hello, dearie!" exclaimed Toy Bonnie to Freddy. "What's your name?"

With an annoyed stare at both Toy animatronics, the dilapidated bear responded, "Freddy."

Toy Freddy gave his fake and rather infamous doll-like gasp, "That's my name, too!"

Toy Bonnie and Toy Freddy squealed like piglets with excitement.

"Uh, little Freddy," Toy Bonnie said in her prerecorded voice. "Have you seen any suspicious folks around here? 'Suspicious' means 'strange', kids!"

Freddy walked off wordlessly, causing several errors in Toy Freddy's system until he reset. The technologically-advanced bear turned to Toy Bonnie and both of them reintroduced themselves for the fifth time.

Chica turned the corner to the office and bumped into the broken bear.

"Sorry, Fred!" she apologized. "Why aren't you in the office? You were there a moment ago when I was there."

Freddy tilted his head in a dog-like manner. "I haven't been in the office for an hour."

"Oh! It must have been a back-up they ordered in case someone broke down," Chica assured them both.

Freddy was certain something was fishy. But what was it?

The Marionette was getting bored. Very bored.

It wasn't even singing, it was just staring at the sheet of paper-thin metal click as several dots played them like a piano. It memorized where each one was placed, and could probably play the tune if it knew how to play an instrument.

Of course, being stuck in a massive plastic present in a child-filled restaurant all your existence prevents you from learning such things.

Mangle suddenly swung down from the ceiling, almost nipping The Marionette's face off. She screeched, "HIIIIIIIII." There was something wrong with her, however. Well, there was always something wrong with her, but this was different.

Mangle, one day you are going to bite off someone's deeply-treasured face, The Marionette shouted.

Mangle laughed a very familiar laugh. BB stumbled into the room, shouting corrupted sounds.

"BB. AND. ME. SWITCHED. VOICE. BOXES," Mangle snickered in the boy's voice She was still used to pausing after processing the correct word. BB shouted gibberish in the Second Head's voice. The head shouted random words in Mangle's voices.

The Marionette put his head in his hand. Sighing, he commented, It's amazing anyone has survived this long. That was a risky move on your robotics, so switch back NOW. You don't want to raise Manager's suspicion.

"Awww. . ." the trio complained. However, not wanting to poke the bear, they huddled into the Parts Room.

It's like I'm working with children, The Marionette shook his head.

Jeremy would have screamed at the sight on his tablet if he still could.

In the Main Hall was a ghostly tall and thin figure. Its entire body was the color of ink, with the exception of its face, white was like white china. Four white stripes went across each of their limbs, and two white buttons were on its chest. Purple streaks came from its dark and empty black eyes like tears. Its black grin and red rosy cheeks completed the look of horror.

It hovered on the screen a moment before disappearing. It looked a lot like. . .

Jeremy switched quickly to the Prize Corner. The puppet thing was still there.

Am I losing my mind?, Jeremy wondered.

That would be logical. The shadow rabbit and this ghost of the Prize Corner figure? Hallucinations! Heck, maybe the animatronics were just trying to hug him but he was being a jerk to them. Maybe they didn't move at all. Maybe this was a nightmare or he was going crazy.

And yet something told him he should hold up until morning.

Not too much was left: 3:02 AM. . .

"Fredbear! Fredbear! Fredbear!" the room of children shouted. "We want cake!"

The bear animatronic laughed, "Okay, friends! We'll just sing our friend Martha here a happy birthday song!"

The room groaned.

Fredbear shook his head, "Now, now, kids! This is supposed to be a fun day! We need to show Martha here we all care about her on this special day! Come over here, gang!"

The black-haired girl's eyes lit up behind her glasses as a purple bunny, yellow chicken and red fox sprinted over to the table. The robots in general were creepy, but that didn't matter. In the children's minds, they were adorable, friendly animal friends that would help the children feel happy no matter what.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU," everyone chanted to Fredbear's humming and the animatronics' out-of-sync-and-tune singing. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU."

Fredbear saw a sad, crying boy outside of the back door to the pizzeria. No one else seemed to notice him and his desperate pounding on the door. He kept glancing back, hysterical.

Fredbear wanted to help, since it was his job to make sure the children are happy. Unfortunately, he was not within the border of the building Fredbear could reach. . . He couldn't speak to the staff; he was singing and they were busy.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR MARTHA. . ."

A purple car pulled up. A man in purple and a yellow badge came out. Fredbear couldn't make out a face.

The boy with black hair in dark, saggy clothes turned around too late.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU."

As the little girl blew out her candles, Fredbear watched helplessly as the boy fell over in a pale, bloody heap, not moving again.