Fran: "Well it maaaaaaaaaaaay have been a yellow rabbit…"

Midnight: "It's heading right for us?!"

Itward: "Don't worry, I closed the vent door in vent leading directly towards us. He has to go around the whole building before he gets here."

Fran: "Is that why I'm feeling a lack of oxygen in here?"

Itward: "Sadly, yes. But it's what we have to do to block him out."

Midnight: "Well how close is he?!"

Itward: "Currently, he's pretty far away. But with all of the vents he has to get through, he doesn't have a lot of ground to cover. Wait, there's a button here that plays audio. Shh, listen."

The group goes silent for a moment, to hear distant child laughter. Soon after, frantic metallic running, then glass shattering.

Itward: "Okay, it distracted him for a moment, then he smashed the lens on the camera. I cannot locate him."

Midnight: "What?!"

Itward: "It seems as though he's been through this before, he knows what's going on. He should be here in the matter of one minute without making a noise."

Fran: "Itward, open the vents. We're going in."

Midnight: "Are you insane?!"

Fran: "Maybe. But if he knows we're here, he's going to be coming for us, like Itward just said."

Itward: "While your idea is indeed insane, it seems like we don't have a choice. Prepare yourselves, because we are going into the vents."

Itward taps on the screen of the camera, and the faint sound of the vent opening and another one closing rings in their ears. They jump into the vent in the office, Fran in front, Itward in back, and Midnight in the middle. Halfway through the vent, they hear the heavy footsteps of the robot walking through the corridor next to them. Fran orders for the group to be as still and silent as possible. The steps stop right next to Midnight, and they all instinctively make themselves the smallest they can be. After a few long, excruciating moments, the robot begins to move again, traveling in the same direction. After a little bit more moving through the vents both relieved, but still stressed, they make it out of the vents. They are next to the entrance they came in from.

Fran: "Phew… That… Was close."

Midnight: "Ya, no kidding."

Itward goes to the door and tugs then pushes it a couple of times.

Itward: "It won't budge."

Midnight: "Oh, that's just GREAT!"

Fran: "Shh, quiet down! He might still be in earshot."

Midnight: "Do you think I care at this point? We're screwed either way! If we stay here until we find a way to open the door, he'll find us! And if we look around for another way out, we'll find him!"

Fran: "Stop doubting this so much. We will find a way out of here."

Midnight: "Ya, just like we found a way out of this hell last run."

Fran: "That death was BS and you know it! If we hadn't gotten somehow caught by the weird old man, we would've made it. We were right there."

Itward: "Uhh… Guys?"

Midnight: "Maybe we wouldn't have been caught if YOU weren't trying to find other people who want out!"

Fran: "Well there has to be SOMEONE out there that shares our fate. How would this be a thing only WE could experience?!"

Itward: "Guys?"

Midnight: "Because most people aren't dumb enough to do what got us down here in the first place!"

Fran: "WELL EXUUUUUUSE ME IF YOU WERE THE ONE THAT THOUGHT IT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA TO CHALLENGE A GUY WITH A BLOODY KNIFE TO A GAME!"

Itward: "Guys!"

Midnight: "WHEN I SAW IT, THAT WAS KETCHUP! HE WAS GOING TO ORIGINALLY CHALLENGE ME TO A COOK OFF! BESIDES, THAT WAS A CHEF KNIFE, NOT A COMBAT KNIFE!"

Fran: "MURDERERS CAN AND WILL DO ANYTHING TO TRICK PEOPLE, YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS BY NOW!"

Itward: "STOP ARGUING AND LISTEN TO THE CURRENT DANGEROUS SITUATION!"

Fran & Midnight: "WHAT?!"

Itward: "While you two were bantering, the thing we were running from found us! Good job for making the situation one hundred times worse!"

Fran: "Oh crap!"

Midnight: "AH!"

Midnight runs away into the vent, leaving Fran and Itward with the robot.

Fran: "Oh wow, he looks even more withered away up close! And what's with those… What are those?... Springs? Inside of you."

Itward: "It seems like those are going be the things trapping us with them somehow."

Fran: "So, some sort of spring trap? That's it! I'm calling you Springtrap!"

Itward: "Why?"

Fran: "It just seems right."

Itward: "Oh, okay. You know, I am kind of surprised he stood there for this long staring this long to grin at us like that."

Fran: "Huh, guess you're right."

Itward: "This hallway is pretty wide I think. We might have enough room to sneak by him by sidling against the wall."

Fran: "Sidling?"

Itward: "Ya, sliding against the wall."

Fran: "I've always questioned what you've said, but never have I questioned you this much. By the looks of it, you've even confused Springtrap with your vocabulary."

Itward: "It kind of does. Wait, it this thing sentient?"

Fran: "Nah, it's not. Hey! Nod! See, it's not-"

Springtrap nods slowly, grinning.

Fran: "...Sentient…"

Springtrap takes out a knife that glimmers even in the low light levels of the building.

Fran: "Well, crap."

Springtrap takes a swing at Fran, who dodges. Fran and Itward runs as fast as they can towards the arcade, hoping that they will be able to get out before it's too late.