Caleb was walking down a dark corridor, his footsteps echoing. He tried to call out, but the sound stuck in his throat. There was a mirror on the wall next to him. Caleb looked at his own reflection, opened his mouth, and froze. His tongue was gone! As were his teeth. In fact, his entire mouth seemed to be nothing but a huge black void into nothing.

Then there was a laugh. A deep, rumbling laugh that shook the corridor. The mirror fell and shattered. Caleb saw light out of the corner of his eye. He turned around. At the end of the corridor, the room opened into an office filled with light. He walked toward it. He wanted to run into the safety of the light, but he couldn't. Then he frooze again. Out of each vent, two eyes glowed, staring at him. Caleb could see no body or head or face. Just the eyes.

Then it came for him, and he woke up screaming.

"Get it off, get it off!" he yelled, thrashing around in his bed. He tumbled to the floor, tangled in his blankets. He stood up, panting. Then his breath slowed.

"I'm okay," he said to himself, "I'm okay. I'm okay."

Jesus Caleb," Luke said, frowning, "You look half-dead."

"I'm okay," Caleb said sleepily, "Just a bad dream."

"Alright guys," John said, walking into the office, "I got the case file for the murders and-"

he stopped when he saw Caleb.

"I know, I'm a fucking corpse," Caleb told him, managing a weak smile.

"What the hell happened to you?" John asked, sitting down.

"Bad dream," Caleb replied, "Couldn't get any sleep."

"You wanna talk about it?" Luke offered.

"I'm good thanks," Caleb replied," Except..."

"What is it?" John asked.

"I saw it," Caleb told them both, "That animatronic. The hybird. It was covered in blood, ad it's eye sockets were empty."

"Hold on a minute," Luke said, frowning, "What's this 'hybird'?"

"Here," said John, drawing out the two photographs from his briefcase and handing them to Luke.

"Christ," Luke said, "That's... that's fucked up."

John took the photographs back, then turned to Caleb. "So did it do anything?"

"Huh?"

"In your dream. Did it do anything?"

"It, just... rushed at me," Caleb told him, "I saw two eyes looking out of a vent in some kind of office, then suddenly that hybird was lunging at me and I woke up screaming."

John frowned, scratching at his chin.

"You said there was a vent? So were you in the office?"

"No," replied Caleb, "The office didn't have a door. I was standing outside."

"No door? Hmm, that's odd. One of our old locations was like that. Back in '87, when the Bite happened."

"I've never been to that location," Caleb told him, "How would I know the place?"

John sighed. "I don't know. We should check the place out some time. The place has been is ruins for years."

"Oh fuck me," Luke groaned when they pulled up at the building, "This looks like some haunted house bullshit."

"It's empty, trust me,' John assured me.

"How can you be sure?" asked Caleb, "There could be anyone in there."

"I purchased the building when our revenue skyrocketed. I put locks on all the doors and windows, and I check it every day if I can. If someone was in there, I'd know."

The wind was blowing hard, sending rubbish scattering as they walked across the tiny parking lot to the entrance. Luke wasn't kidding: the place screamed "Serial killers" at anyone who looked it's way.

The interior was dark has hell, with a few rays of light shining in through the cracks of the boarded up windows. Caleb felt something crunching under his boot.

"Here," John said, handing flashlight to Caleb and Luke. Search the place, and yell if you need help."

Caleb shined his light down, and saw that he had stepped on an old plate with the old Freddy's logo, shattering it. The walls that may have once been white were now grey, with the blue and red tiles falling onto the floor.

The place was just as decrepit as the siege building. the walls were bare, their contents have fallen off with time. Bits of paper and small square tiles lined the hallways. Suddenly, Caleb stopped.

"What is it?" asked John, stopping next to him.

"This is the hallway," Caleb replied.

"You sure?" Luke asked.

"Positive."

He rounded the corner, and saw it; the office. It was as dark as the rest of the place, but it was the same room. The desk, vent. It was all the same. Everything was coated in a thick layer of dust, and rubbish was strewn everywhere. Caleb shined his light into the vent, and saw that it bent into an L shape.

"Where do these vents lead?" Caleb asked John.

"They lead to two of the party rooms," John replied, walking over, "They were meant to serve as a fail-safe in case the doors to the rooms got blocked."

"Hey," Luke said, pointing, "What's that?"

There was something metal pointing around the corner.

"Looks like an endoskeleton part," John said, frowning. He reached into the vent and grasped the object.

Then it scrambled out of the vent.

"What the hell is that?!" Luke yelled as the thing crawled out and scurried into the corner.

"Is that an animatronic?" Caleb asked, peering at the mangle of parts in the corner of the room.

If it was an animatronic, then it was the most deformed one Caleb had ever seen. It's legs were too far from it's body, almost doubling it's length. Two heads protruded from atop it's shoulders. One of them was bare or any covering, but the other had a plaster fox's head hiding the ugly mass of metal beneath.

"Is that Foxy?" Luke said, his eyes widening.

The animatronic let out a distorted growling sound.

"We can't leave this thing here," said Caleb, "John, you got a box for this thing?"

"Nope," John said, taking a step away from the Foxy-like thing in front of him.

"John, what the hell is this thing?" Luke asked, his eyes on Foxy.

"This," John replied, "is what happens when you let toddlers near an electronic. We tried to remake Foxy along with the rest of him. But we'd have to put him back together every night. Eventually we just left him."

John took a slow step toward Foxy, but stepped back when he growled.

"Let me," Caleb said, stepping forward, his hands help up. Foxy's head snapped to Caleb, and he let out a slow growl. Caleb stopped and let Foxy survey him. After a few moments, Caleb stepped forward again. Foxy raised himself up on his hind legs so that he towered menacingly over the three of them.

"Why should I trust you," he said in a rasping voice, "when you are with him?"

He pointed at John.

"i don't understand," Caleb said.

"He left me," Foxy hissed, contempt in his voice, "Do you know how painful it is to have your endoskeleton exposed to the dirt and filth you humans leave behind? I was ripped apart and left on a filthy floor for years!"

"John didn't know," said Luke, "He only knew you guys were alive a few months ago!"

"And yet I remained here to rot!" Foxy replied.

"I had other priorities!" said John, stepping in front of Foxy, "You don't know what's been going on out there!"

"Then enlighten me," Foxy replied with obvious skepticism.

John sat down and recounted everything. He explained how Mike Schmidt had been killed by Freddy. How the police had investigated the pizzeria. How Walter Schmidt had sent Luke and two other to track him down. How they had discovered the old animatronics in the secret room.

"Springtrap?" Foxy said, surprise in his voice, "You found Springtrap?"

"That's what you call him?" Luke asked, his eyebrows raised.

"Well... yeah," Foxy replied as if the question was stupid, "Makes sense, right?"

"Back to the point," John interrupted, "Walter Schmidt want's Luke's head delivered to him, and he's the leader of the most powerful crime gang in the state. Even worse, those old animatronics are killers biding their time, and we need as much help as we can get. I don't have anything to offer you, but I know I'd want to do something other than fall apart in a vent."

Foxy looked down at John for almost a full minute before replying.

"Get rid of this bloody second head, and you have a deal."