Freddy, Bonnie and Chica had no choice but to remain silent and listen to the commotion outside. At one point, the door had opened then closed, and Bonnie thought he saw a man's head out of the corner of his eye, but he couldn't see for sure.

Then, as the sun began to set and the lights went on, the door opened again, then shut. But this time it was different. Somebody was in the room with them. Then a voice said softly, "Hello?"

Bonnie turned his head. A man was looking back at him, frowning.

"Oh my God," he said, "Are-are you..."

"Alive," Freddy said before Bonnie could, "Oh yes. Now tell me, what's going on out there?"

The door opened about then minutes later. Caleb turned around. Luke was back. He shut the door behind him.

"We've got a plan," he said.

Luke ran them through his idea. The main lights in the pizzeria would shut off at 11:40 PM. Before then, Luke would lead Caleb into the dining room with the rest of the hostages. When Luke would go to check on the hostages, he would say, "Get ready to run when the lights go out. Keep this to yourself."

Caleb would shoot the second gunman (Eddie, his name was, according to Luke) while the hostages ran. Before all that, Luke would ensure that Scar-eye was near the show stage, and then Freddy and Bonnie would corner him while Chica and Foxy blocked the entrances. When the police saw the hostages bolt out the door, they'd likely come running.

"Here's a gun," Luke said, handing Caleb a revolver, "Be ready to fire. Keep track of Eddie at all times."

They had a plan. now they had to wait.

Luke came back a few hours later.

"Showtime," he said. Caleb followed him out, and they got into position, with Luke holding onto his arm.

Luke marched him out and sat him down firmly at a seat at the back of the dining room, meters away from Eddie, who paced back and forth with a shotgun. Luke then began pacing the room, checking for weapons and whispering instructions to run like hell. Caleb grasped the revolver in his pocket by the handle. He checked the clock above the door.

11:38.

Eddie continued to pace back and forth. Then, he turned around and spotted Caleb with his hand in his pocket.

Oh shit, Caleb thought. He glanced at the clock.

11:39.

Eddie's pace quickened. He brought the gun up. Caleb got his gun ready.

11.40.

They were plunged into darkness. Caleb sprang up, brought his gun up, and fired blindly. Behind him, plates shattered, chairs were knocked over, and dozens of pairs of feet bolted for the door.

Eddie fired at exactly the same time as he did. Both shots narrowly missed their targets. Caleb's shot whizzed past Eddie's ear and took out a light. Eddie's shot obliterated the table where Caleb had been sitting moments before. Eddie swung his shotgun like a bat, and Caleb ducked and ran into him. Both men went sprawling to the floor.

But something else wasn't right. There were a series of loud bangs. Then gunfire. Caleb punched Eddie once then rolled under a table, covering his ears. Most of the lights went out, and the gunfire illuminated the scene like lights being switched on and off repeatedly. He saw Eddie move slightly, but he looked to be in some state between consciousness and unconsciousness. Caleb looked around. There were men clad in tactical gear over by Pirate's Cove, guns up, firing in the direction of the show stage. The curtains were moving. Scar-eye kicked over a table and ducked out of sight of the police, occasionally firing blindly.

Then Caleb saw him. Nothing more than a dark shape crawling low around Scar-eye. Then pouncing, knocking his prey into the table and pinning him to the floor. Flashlight beams shone on the scene as the police moved in. Foxy was on top of Scar-eye, who struggled in vain to break free of Foxy's hold on his wrists. The police surrounded them, and Foxy moved off him as the police pinned him down and cuffed him. Then the main lights came back on. The shutters came down on the windows and doors. Then the alarm went off. A loud ringing. Caleb looked around the room. Eddie was gone. Apart from the police, Scar-eye, Caleb and the animatronics, there was nobody in the room.

"Get those doors open!" someone ordered.

"I- I can open it," Caleb called out, rising slowly from the floor.

The police turned around, guns pointed at him. Caleb put his hands up.

"Harrison, deal with him," one of the police ordered. An officer clad in back armor approached him.

"Sir, we're the police. You're safe now," he said, "Can you open the doors for us?"

"In the spare parts room," Caleb replied, pointing, "I'll have to shut the power down."

"That's fine," Harrison assured him, "Lead the way."

Caleb led Harrison to the back room. At the very back was a lever. Harrison kept his gun up at all times, but Caleb felt no danger. He put his hand on the lever, and looked back. Harrison nodded. Caleb pushed the lever down. The lights went out, all of them this time. Caleb was plunged into darkness for a second before Harrison turned on his flashlight.

"Okay, follow me out."

Harrison led Caleb by the arm into the dining area, then out the front doors. His legs suddenly felt heavy. His vision blurred into a mess of flashing blue and red. Then he fell sideways and collapsed in the parking lot.

Three months later, John got the keys handed back to him.

The police had conducted the investigation, interviewed Luke, Caleb, and all the hostages, and then had the keys to the building delivered to John. The animatronics were stuck inside the pizzeria until then.

The two of them visited the boarded-up restaurant the next day. John threw up the metal barrier over the entrance (it probably had a name, but Caleb couldn't recall it) and unlocked the front doors.

The dining area of the pizzeria was dark and eerie. What Caleb hadn't noticed before leaving was how much damage had been done. The stage curtains were shredded by bullets. The table that Scar-eye had taken cover behind hadn't been moved. And neither had Foxy. He was still sitting there, staring at the table.

"Oh Christ!" John exclaimed, running over to him, "Foxy? Can you move?"

Foxy remained still.

"Oh God. No, no no no. His servos must have locked up!"

Then, Foxy's eyes opened and he looked at John.

"Gotcha."

"Goddamn it Foxy!" John yelled, half angry, half relieved.

"C'mon, it's just a bit of fun!" Foxy said, but there was guilt in his voice, "These joints have been stiff for months you know. I've been here standing here for two months."

"Two?" Caleb interrupted, "It's been three months."

"I did a bit of wandering around after the cops left for good. I found something. Come see."

Foxy ran to the other side of the room, where Caleb and Eddie had wrestled. There was a massive hole in the wall.

Eddie must have fired at the wall when you took him down," Foxy told Caleb, "There's something behind the wall."

John and Caleb pried the plaster away, then the wooden boards. A beam of light shone into the opening. Caleb looked to his side. Foxy was standing upright, holding a flashlight. They entered.

John coughed. The air was full of dust. They were in a small rectangular room. It was filled with large wooden boxes.

"Oh no. No no no no no," whispered John.

"John," Caleb said cautiously, "What is this place?"

"No, no no! This is bad."

John began to hurry around the room, checked the boxes. Caleb checked one too. On it was the Fazbear Entertainment logo. Except it was different. Freddy had a rounder body, his top hat had a red stripe. Chica was thinner, and she wore a smaller bib. And then there was... well, Clabe guessed it was Bonnie. But he was completely different. He was light blue, he had a guitar, and he looked more like a rabbit, while Caleb had first mistaken him for a hippo with bunny ears when he first saw him.

The box to Caleb's right had a large hole in the center. Caleb peered inside. There was an animatronic, or at least a suit. It had a golden body, but it was dirty and tattered in places. There were holes in it's arms and torso. It had a round head with it's teeth showing, and long yellow ears.

Caleb felt someone watching him and he turned around. John stood in front of him, his eyes wide.

"You weren't meant to see this," he whispered.