The next morning, Kyle met with his friends at a local cafe where they would always hang out ever since to celebrate the little things. From a friend's first girlfriend to another's first ever ace in a test.

However, this was not the reason they were gathered in that cafe, they were neither celebrating nor trying to pass the time. The four of them sat on soft couches, two on each side with a small coffee table at the center.

Kyle was staring blankly at the warm cup of coffee on the table, keeping his arms folded and watching the warm smoke rise up from the small opening on the cover. He took slow and deep breaths, his mind thinking about the things happening to him.

The people around them were taking glances at them, and they knew the reason. It was all over the news, the tragic night at Fredbear's Family Diner has spread like wildfire, newspapers had it as a headline and radio stations were talking about them.

It felt like their stares were knives that pierced them. Kyle just closed his eyes and sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. However, whenever he closes his eyes, the terrifying visions would return, and this time it was worse. He was staring at an dark empty hall that resembled their house and at the end was nothing but pitch black.

Until a pair of red eyes lit up, and Fredbear's face emerged from the darkness, slowly drifting towards him opening its mouth filled with razor-sharp teeth.

"Kyle." Dan spoke up, interrupting him from his trance.

The teen only moved his eyes to look at his friend, it felt like his entire body was unable to move, like he was paralyzed. "I don't wanna talk about it."

"We have to," Andy said, putting his hand on Kyle's shoulder.

"Look, I know he's your brother, but it's our fault as well, don't take the blame."

"I was supposed to look out for him, not make his life miserable." He shook his head. "None of you would've been dragged into this mess if it wasn't for me. You guys got no one to blame but me."

"Stop it, Kyle. What's done is done, all we have to do is pray that your brother wakes up." Andy said.

"What if he doesn't? What if he doesn't, Andy?" Tears leaked from the corner of his eye, "I dunno if I could live with that."

Peter sighed, "You gotta have faith, Kyle."

"That night took a toll from me," He buried his head in his hands, "Then strange things have been happening lately. I've been having terrifying nightmares, horrifying images of the animatronics. For the past two days I would wake up screaming, whether day or night, whenever I close my eyes I see them." He stopped, still deciding if he should tell them the marks on his forearms.

"That's what we're trying to tell you, we've been experiencing the same thing." Dan said, taking a sip of his coffee. "We see them too."

"So what do we do now?" Kyle laid back on the sofa.

"We go back to the Diner."

"Why? What's there to look for?"

"We need to know why this is happening to us."

Even though Kyle accepted that they deserve to be punished, a question still pops up in his mind, How was it possible that the marks made its way into the real world?

"The nightmares..." Peter interrupted, "...are not real. They're just a manifestation of our guilt, that's all. The reason why we've been having them is because of what we had done."

The events played again in Kyle's head, "They aren't real? Boy, I wish I could believe that." He said, reaching for the sleeve of his left arm and rolling it up exposing the marks on his wrists. "I got these last night, from my nightmare." He looked at Peter dead in the eyes, "In my dream, Fredbear and Foxy held me down in the exact same spot." He then showed his right forearm.

Their eyes widened, both in shock and confusion at what the teen had showed them.

"That's not all, there was a struggle and Foxy's hook tore my sleeve." He took off his jacket and showed the gash on his shirt.

"So these happened in your dream?" Peter asked, his tone filled with fear and curiosity.

"I would not show it off if it didn't." He said, wiping a tear from his eye.

Peter wrinkled his forehead, "Seems too good to true."

"I know." Kyle sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, "I'm going crazy." He sniffed, his fingers tapping continuously on the table.

"We have to find out why, I mean, there's got to be an answer." Dan said.

"He's right, Kyle. It's the only lead we've got." Andy said, "If you're not okay with it, the three of us will go, looks like you've had a rough night."

Kyle sat upright, "I'm fine. I'll come with you."

"Get a change of clothes, we'll meet you at the diner at eight, when the detectives leave the place."

The sun sank behind the towering skyscrapers, turning the sky orange while the moon rose from the east taking the sun's place. The building's lights flickered on as the night enveloped the city. The night was cold, the cold breeze blew against Kyle's face while he walked to the place where he and his friends had agreed.

He was looking at the ground while walking, not minding at the people who passed by. Thoughts once again came to his mind, terrifying and worrisome thoughts, but above all, regret.

Tears flowed down his eyes once again, memories of his brother played in his head. He pictured Eric's face that was filled with glee, an image that made him sob uncontrollably. It's all because of me. He was devastated by his own actions. Kyle stopped walking and leaned on a lamp post, his head feeling light from the depression he was feeling. His chest thumped rapidly, his breath shortened because of his quiet sobs. Kyle clutched his chest.

He was hyperventilating. His fingers clawed the soil, his entire body trembling from the trauma and despair.

"Kyle!" Andy called, who came running to him along with Dan and Peter.

Goosebumps were all over his body, the teen sat there staring at the empty road lit by street lights. He could only hear his rapid breathing, it was echoing in his ears while the cries of his friends were muffled. He looked at the opposite side of the road where a tall figure stood.

It was Fredbear.

Its eyes glowed in the darkness like floating red orbs, a sight that made Kyle freeze in shock. A low growl came from the animatronic, slowly turning into a deep and demonic laugh while its long, sharp teeth glinted.

"Stop it, please." Kyle mumbled, unable to look away from the animatronic and unable to close his eyes. His friends were nowhere to be found, he could only hear their voices.

Before he knew it, Fredbear was standing right in front of him.

It slowly leaned towards him, its glowing red eyes looking back at Kyle's own. The teen sat there helpless, face to face with the monster.

"KYLE!" Andy screamed and slapped him. Kyle opened his eyes, his three friends were all shaking him awake, all of them were worried for him. "What happened?"

"N-nothing." He shook his head and stood up assisted by his friends.

"Maybe you should just go home."

He grunted, knees wiggling while standing up, "It's okay. I'll go."

"You are one hardheaded dude." Dan scoffed.

"You know it." Kyle scoffed weakly, "How far from Fredbear's?"

"Turn around, man." Andy said.

The teen spun on the spot and saw the diner a few feet from them. He could hardly recognize it, the diner was covered by the dark. No lights were on, it looked lifeless. He was just there a few nights ago, and it saddened him that one of the happiest places in town had become so desolate.

"The sheriff closed down the diner for investigation, right after... Y'know." Peter spoke up.

Kyle gulped the lump in his throat.

"You sure you wanna go in there? You could stay back here." Andy said concerned.

"I'm good, dude." Kyle pat his friend's back.

"This is ridiculous, what can we find here?" Peter rolled his eyes, taking a flashlight from his backpack.

"Listen, Peter, we don't have time to deal with your bullshit." Dan snarled, "If you don't want to be here, you could just go home."

Peter smirked then took the lead, "Hell no, I ain't gonna let you three have all the fun."

Dan pulled out a flashlight from bis bag and handed it to him. "Thanks." Kyle nodded and they approached the diner.

The beams of light bobbed around the parking lot as they made their way to the structure, Kyle walking behind them and being more careful than his friends. He aimed his light at the huge sign resting on the roof of the diner.

FREDBEAR'S FAMILY DINER

The neon lights were off, it would usually blink then do some colorful flashes of light. It always amazed the children who visit the diner, especially Eric. Just his brother catching a sight of the sign from the distance was enough to have him jumping for joy.

Everything feels lifeless. Kyle thought, before shaking his head and continuing his walk.

The teens reached the door, it was wrapped in yellow police tape.

Andy glanced at his friends, "We'll go around back." The rest agreed and they went to the employee entrance at the right side of the diner. Andy grabbed the handle of the door and pulled it open, letting a loud creak that echoed inside. The place was dark, except for the moonlight shining through the glass windows.

They stepped in, moving their torches about and seeing pans and ovens. It was the kitchen. The four of them split up in the place, looking at the kitchen utensils that were left there for two days. Kyle adjusted his jacket, feeling a cold breeze brush against his face and making him shiver. He then spotted a double door up front with a small round window on both doors.

Kyle walked past the group and pushed open the door. His heart leapt to his throat upon seeing what was behind it.

He was right. It did lead to the hall. Everything that was in the place the night the incident happened was still there, untouched, from the party hats to the tipped over glasses of punch. The teen turned right and his thoughts began playing the events once again, it was like he was seeing phantoms of themselves walking along the hall with his brother in their hands.

Kyle closed his eyes, his hands shaking almost dropping the light in his hand. He could not bear to look at what was up front.

He knew he was facing the stage.

His heart thumped faster, he wanted to cry but his eyes were sore for doing too much of it. He took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes, beaming the light at the stage.

He saw Spring Bonnie with its head bowed down, eyes closed, and arms dangling, still having a permanent grin on its face.

Kyle slowly moved the beam to the left and it shone on a large yellow paw. Just a glimpse of it made him want to scream and run away. He froze in fear, whimpering as he slowly moved up the light, moving up the animatronic's arm.

When he caught sight of the head with his light, his legs gave way and he collapsed on the floor weeping. "Oh God, no. Eric!"

"Kyle?!" Dan yelled. It was then followed by footsteps coming to his aid. The teen was surrounded by his friends, all of them trying to help him stand up.

"What happened?" Andy asked.

Kyle weakly pointed to the stage.

The three saw it, and it made their blood run cold.

Fredbear's yellow face was covered in blood, even its eyes, the once blue irises on white sclera were all stained in crimson.

Andy quickly grabbed a table cloth and climbed the stage, intending to cover the animatronic's horrifying face. He threw it over the towering bear, but the sudden shift in weight caused it to go out of balance.

He screamed, covering his face with his arms as Fredbear fell on him.

They both crashed on the ground, with the heavy bear pinning the teen down.

"ANDY!" The three yelled, running towards him. Andy opened his eyes to realize that he was staring at the bloodied face of the animatronic. He tried pulling himself out, then a pair of hands grabbed on his arm and helped him out.

Andy sighed, "Thanks, I thought I was a goner." He laughed and looked back at the wreckage of where the bear fell.

Only to find his own body still pinned underneath it lying motionless and unresponsive.

He glanced at his savior. A pair of glowing purple eyes were looking back at him. It was a purple rabbit with razor sharp teeth, menacing smile, and long sharp claws.

A nightmarish incarnation of Bonnie.