I snuck into the kitchen, sure enough; a dead corpse lay there, beside a phone holder and other things. And a animatronic head, it seems as though it is gazing into my mind, pick it up and use this cartoon logic-thing called hammerspace to store it, something's sat on the oven, it's yellow, but I don't pay attention to it, but the phone, it was in its hand. It freaks me out, and I leave. It's almost 6, and the plan is put into action, I place the head in the east hall corner, where mike had told me to hide it, now it's up to him. I fade out again
Nabbing the head, storing it in my backpack, I look for the engineers, I ask people if they know where they are, and they got fired yesterday. Dammit! I need to find them, I sake if anyone knows where they live, apparently one of them lives 6 blocks down form where I live, I start the car, and head straight there, I don't care if I'm speeding, this is to release 4 innocent children from Hell, so screw speed limits. I get there at 5pm, and bang on the door until he comes. "What do you want?" he says, "Oh, it's the night guard, anything animatronic-related I can help you with? 'Cuz I got fired yesterday" "Yes, you know the day before my second night? The circuits you fiddle with foxy then? I need you to do what you did with those circuits and this head" I reply, pulling the head out "the things have children's souls trapped in them" "you'd best come in them" and he leads me to his living room table. He looks through the head and finds the correct circuits, a huge light fills the room, and we hear "thank you" and a ghost of a child departs this world to heaven before us. "Holy crap" I mutter. And drive him back to Freddy Frazbear's, where he re-hires himself under the name Kyle Gothanium, nobody questions him and he does this with the other three, that night, I see they fell apart, I guess they couldn't function without them, oh well, they can be fixed. I hear a giggle, and pull down the monitor. Before me stands, well more lays, a Freddy animatronic, but he's kind of yellow, and has no eyes. He's probably haunted by the murderer, he gets up and attempts to break my neck, spouting out the exact same message I heard on the fifth night, glad I decided to take up Saturday to check. He's got me held, "oh ****" I say, before his head is pulled off by a familiar face
